Put this one together over the last couple days. I've been kind of jones'n to write a country tune lately. It seems I get a twang in me every so often that needs to come out. I feel like this one came out at just the right time.
You know I'd like to sit, but I think I'll stand
And I'm not one to judge, but you're my friend
The mayor and his men are on their way
They've got handcuffs, fancy shoes, and things to say
I'll keep standin' here with you if it's what you want to do
but if you'd rather duck down I know a good place to stay
So let's go, I'm ready to roll
Being friends with the devil don't mean that you sold your soul
So let's go, honey, I'm ready to roll
Got debt to pay, don't mean there's anything you stole
You know I'd like to quit, but I'll take one more
It's only gonna bring me down, but that's what it's for
Cuz they let me out of jail on Saturday
They said, "You better rest up cuz tomorrow you've gotta pray"
So I set my mind to dream--was gonna wake up and come clean
but I couldn't sleep not knowing what I'd say
So let's go, I'm ready to roll
Being friends with the devil don't mean that I sold my soul
So let's go, honey, I'm ready to roll
Got debt to pay, don't mean there's anything I stole
March 3, 2014
February 23, 2014
Electric Guitar Experiments
A buddy of mine lent me his electric guitar to practice with for awhile. I'm looking to get one of my own eventually, so I'm feeling things out. Last thing I posted was electric too, but not quite as gritty. I've been having lots of fun with this tune. Let me know what you think!
February 9, 2014
Somewhere - Rough Take 2
Posted this one just the other day, but I've been having fun with it. So, here's another take that feels more complete. It gets a bit repetitive at the end because it doesn't have a conclusion yet--and I kept messing things up. Anyway, have a listen. Thanks!
Been pulled apart piece by piece,
determined to deconstruct me.
Blood, bones, and electricity;
pretty soon there's nothing left to see.
But I'm still there, somewhere.
I met the match, felt the heat
and saw my shadow surround me;
crawling out from under my feet
harshly distorted--obscene.
But I'm still there, somewhere.
Been pulled apart piece by piece,
determined to deconstruct me.
Blood, bones, and electricity;
pretty soon there's nothing left to see.
But I'm still there, somewhere.
I met the match, felt the heat
and saw my shadow surround me;
crawling out from under my feet
harshly distorted--obscene.
But I'm still there, somewhere.
February 8, 2014
Somewhere - New Rough Draft
Got a few new tunes I'm working on. This is one 'em. It's purposed as an exploration in electric guitar. Thanks for listening!
Been pulled apart piece by piece
determined to deconstruct me
blood, bones, and electricity
pretty soon there's nothing left to see
But I'm still there, somewhere
But I'm still there, somewhere
Been pulled apart piece by piece
determined to deconstruct me
blood, bones, and electricity
pretty soon there's nothing left to see
But I'm still there, somewhere
But I'm still there, somewhere
January 1, 2014
New Song Rough Draft - See the Sights
After the night, I ran
from home to here
and turn to face
the failure of my fear--
caught up in cutting myself
free from everything
you are not me.
But now that I'm awake
to see the sights
I'm tearing up
because the colors are
too damn bright.
But now that I'm awake
to see the sights
I'm tearing up
because I cannot
close my eyes.
November 30, 2013
Forget the Words - New Song
Wrote this song over the last couple days. Still haven't decided if it's done or not. Let me know what you think.
I can't speak my peace,
not while I'm using these words.
I know I can't make it real,
but I'm sure as hell it works.
I am talking to you,
I just can't find the words.
You'll say I'm not acting real,
but let me show you how this works...
The devil's talking to me
and I'm trying not to listen.
He says he'll give them up for free--
all of the pieces that I'm missing.
He's singing, "come closer to me."
So I'm singing, "come closer to me and forget the words."
I feel, that it works
Forget the words
I feel and it works
Forget the words
I can't speak my peace,
not while I'm using these words.
I know I can't make it real,
but I'm sure as hell it works.
I am talking to you,
I just can't find the words.
You'll say I'm not acting real,
but let me show you how this works...
The devil's talking to me
and I'm trying not to listen.
He says he'll give them up for free--
all of the pieces that I'm missing.
He's singing, "come closer to me."
So I'm singing, "come closer to me and forget the words."
I feel, that it works
Forget the words
I feel and it works
Forget the words
November 12, 2013
It Takes Time
I've been squirming to post something lately--it's been awhile.
My school schedule is keeping me busy, so I put a hold on updating the blog for the sake of squeezing a little practice time in. I figure if I don't have the time to continue recording, I might as well write a bit here and there. It's always nice to have new stuff coming in.
While I'm feeling overloaded with schoolwork, I'm pretty excited to graduate this year. It's been a lot of work and kept me from really leaning into music, but at the same time it's given me a chance to warm up to my plans. I've realized getting school out of the way is the most essential step to be taking in this process right now. In that, I'm feeling a lot of momentum built up that I look forward to using after graduation; I'll get back to recording, gigging, and writing--and with more time on my hands I can give more attention to each.
Until then I'll keep building the momentum, practicing between homework assignments.
Here are some of the "sketches" that have come out of the build up most recently. Thanks for listening!
_____
I couldn't let you have my smile
'cause mother kept it for awhile
it was the grin of all my worst mistakes.
It mocked the brave so I could hide;
lips truly red even when I lied.
I guess it wanted love and that's what it takes.
_____
I've been gone alone so long now I don't know my name
so do me a favor;
tell it to me. Does it taste like boiled blood and guilt, or shame?
Or did it lose it's flavor?
--From when I left town and took with me all the dogs you tamed
and told them the truth
that they don't have to listen when you tell them to stay,
and then I let them loose.
Until then I'll keep building the momentum, practicing between homework assignments.
Here are some of the "sketches" that have come out of the build up most recently. Thanks for listening!
_____
I couldn't let you have my smile
'cause mother kept it for awhile
it was the grin of all my worst mistakes.
It mocked the brave so I could hide;
lips truly red even when I lied.
I guess it wanted love and that's what it takes.
_____
I've been gone alone so long now I don't know my name
so do me a favor;
tell it to me. Does it taste like boiled blood and guilt, or shame?
Or did it lose it's flavor?
--From when I left town and took with me all the dogs you tamed
and told them the truth
that they don't have to listen when you tell them to stay,
and then I let them loose.
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