I've been antsy about getting some writing done lately, and this came with varied results. One night I sat at my desk for nearly 2 hrs and barely anything to show. Another night I drove home with something original in mind and it just came out with a little patience. Is this what being an author or musician is like? Definitely still in little league. Anywho, here are the previously mentioned pieces. Music to follow when I'm better at that too. :P
(currently untitled) (2007)
On I’ll go
Going nowhere fast, picking up speed.
You can’t know
It’s not what I want, it’s what I don’t need.
Going through zip codes faster than cigarettes.
Hallowed ground
I left behind good times, not just regrets.
On I’ll go
Going nowhere fast, picking up speed.
You can’t know
It’s not what I want, it’s what I don’t need.
No one wants answers, no one’s my boss.
One-man pack
I once was found, but I’d rather get lost.
Going nowhere fast, picking up speed.
You can’t know
It’s not what I want, it’s what I don’t need.
No more ties
I race the horizon, but she always wins.
No goodbyes
Don’t feel much ‘cept the burn of the wind.
Found my peace
Chasing east
Final song
Now I’m gone.
My Revolt (2007)
My life’s greatest battle
Is fighting tide and time.
Must make sure I win this,
Make it all mine.
So go do what you want
But I won’t be in the crowd.
Each step I take, eyes open.
I won’t follow blind or bowed.
I will invert.
I will separate myself from you.
It’s not for wealth.
Sing for myself.
I’ll scream as loud as I want to.
I won’t put down your path,
But I’ve gotta walk my own.
Your message doesn’t work for me
So I’ll just stick to my song.
March in deepened footprints,
Too afraid of being heard.
Living for another’s cause
Is nothing but absurd.
I will invent.
I will invert.
I will separate myself from you.
It’s not for wealth.
Sing for myself.
I’ll scream as loud as I want to.
I only question ‘cause I care.
The standard isn’t good enough for me.
This beaten path, it goes nowhere.
Stop looking and really try to see.
So suck it up,
And fuck it up.
Never mind what the others do.
Write a new rule.
Use a new tool.
I’ll live for me, you live for you.
3 comments:
Ok, so you know how I'm going through that "no-post-graduation-job-crisis"? Well, you didn't seem too keen on the idea of me becoming a dirty mistress, so I've decided I'm going to be a groupie. Not your groupie. Hook me up with someone hot-tastic, like the guy from The Fray.
Oh no - I was all about you becoming a dirty mistress! If you mistook my lack of input for disapproval, then you're wrong. My mind wandered off into sweet, sweet fantasy land! :P
But yeah, I'll see if I can tour with some good bands for you. Just get your tambourine act together and we'll be golden.
Man, I already told you... cling, cling, cling! I've got this tambourine thing down! Bob Dylan wishes he had me as a back-up tambourine.
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