A song i wrote and recorded a few years ago...I took the original guitar track (played by my buddy Ed) and rerecorded my vocal a couple of days ago...I wrote this for a friend who told me he was contemplating suicide. The pics are of me...and me and my little bro taken years ago.
I used to think about you, everyday but now those feelings have, gone away i tried to reach you with my, loving heart then your response just tore me, all apart
(chorus) and i say, what will be will be there ain't never gonna be a you and me what will be will be i'll have to find another dream for me
i thought persistence was, the way to go i tried my best to somehow, let you know i've been a fool who went and, tried too hard just another dream that, went too far
(chorus) and i say, what will be will be there ain't never gonna be a you and me what will be will be i'll have to find another dream for me
(bridge( i feel painful echoes of something, gone astray but I can't touch you or change yesterday
what will be will be there ain't never gonna be a you and me what will be will be i'll have to find another dream for me
I was trying to write an oldie...a song that sounded like it came out of the 1960's....The title was stolen from the title of an entry from one of my LJ friends...The general theme was having a euphoric kind of a good time...I recorded this song at songwriters night at Guiseppi's Pizza...I was lucky that one of the pickers that night brought his mandolin...I'm in the higher range on my voice on this one...So I don't really sound like the same guy who sang "Choose Life" on my previous RapidShare track...Another thing...This was recorded on a plain old cassette recorder...sitting on a chair right in front of me...
Sometime last year I posted the lyrics to one of the songs I have written "Choose Life"...In case anyone would like to download a recording of it...there's a Rapid Share link below...
btw...despite the title...the song has nothing to do with pro-life or pro-choice...I wrote it about a friend who was contemplating suicide.
I wonder what the ratio of finished to unfinished canvasses/projects I have laying around is.
Probably about 9 out of 10.
Nothing finished since graduating college, that's durn sure.
Also, I'm on a great Yahoo! Group for organizing for the artist... there's mostly scrapbookers, but they certainly do have a TON OF ART to organize, and it's great for motivation to either DO stuff or CLEAN stuff.
And for those of you interested in not-so-traditional crafts/media/etc. I've got a community (it's only got like, four people and I think I'm the only one who's posted, so this doesn't really count as advertising, does it?)
My usericon is a disembodied BRATZ doll head (it came that way... bodiless, I mean) that I ... zombified. I have pupaphobia (puppet fear) and have been working with dolls to work my way up to puppets to maybe get over it. We'll see if that ever happens.
i think that i've been in this bed long enough it's time to get out it's time to get up don't wake the neighbors got the lawn on their minds they've got nothing to do so they mow all the time
i want sunrise soft and quiet comin' up in the east i want sunrise without the roar of my neighbors disease
now i'm arisin' got my feet on the floor i walk cross the room put my hand on the door in the kitchen coffee brews in a pot i drink it right down even though it's quite hot
i want sunrise soft and quiet comin' up in the east i want sunrise without the roar of my neighbors disease
had a good dream but it fell to dust was a tragic story and your heart went bust there's a time for livin' there's a time for dyin' you may just start laughin' if you ever stop cryin'
(chorus) if your heart moves faster to the next dream goin' from the ashes of pain there's a good seed growin' if the hurt don't kill you on the morning after there may be something if your heart moves faster
found a new dream dropped right down on you was the happy ending that you never knew there's a time for losin' there's a time for winnin' when you're startin' over start from the beginnin'
(chorus) if your heart moves faster to the next dream goin' from the ashes of pain there's a good seed growin' if the hurt don't kill you on the morning after there may be something if your heart moves faster
I've been around and up and down i don't understand this life i've found this thing called destiny does it have a plan for me?
i'm getting on from day to day i sometimes drift and lose my way this life is full of holes through which the four winds blow
(bridge) i don't need a map to get me where i'm going i know i'll get there in the end
(chorus) i just wish that i believed you when you said my heart was good the thought might keep me going where i never thought i could why did you believe in me? I never gave that much to you i just wish that i could have the faith that you seem to have in me i try but it's not happening what is it that you see? I'm gonna keep on trying just because you tell me to believe what i can't believe
i'm losing track and losing faith i'm banging up against the gate the door is closed and nobody knows
just when i get up on my feet i have to turn back and retreat the war goes on even when i'm gone
(bridge) i don't need a map to get me where i'm going i know i'll get there in the end
(background: I'm a therianthrope (a spirual shape shifter( wear-cat)) just something that kind of came out of my spastic brain
I’ll show my fangs Bear my flesh to fur Ride with on the wind Lift the wings And carry me away from here I shift with the chemicals in the air A chamilon in fang and fur I growl in my throat And trill on my lips ( I sound like a motor boat, I’m told) a sharp grunt forms in my thoat where a scream aught to be. I look up It’s a full moon in my eyes And I’ve got to run. She knows the way. And I’m Not alone Not afraid Not unhappy
my heart is as cold as the wind through the window my thoughts are a dark as this moonless night i wish it would rain so i could hear something to drown out the quiet that roars through my life
the paper i write on is dappled by teardrops it gets hard to read when the ink hits the wet blinded by fortunes i thought that i wanted i missed out on what i needed to get
this place where i sit seems cursed and forsaken and nobody else dares to come inside so no one can hear the sound my hearts making between every beat is a silent cry
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