I was working on my solo show for this weekend when this song popped in. It’s mostly a song for a friend who lost someone a long time ago.

*Warning* it is one of my darker songs.

Lyrics:

Just had a hurricane run through my head
And I think it’ be better if things were left unsaid
Now I’ve fallen from my comfy bed

out in the rain

Why do we say things that don’t comply
Why do we try to comprimise
Why isn’t there the right words at the right time

Tell me why?

Where are the good times
Where are the memories of
Summer Days, Picnics and Portraits
Life, smiles, Happiness and love

I climbed a mountian – several times
only to find a bigger mountain I have to climb
My hands are all bruised, tattered and worn
still I climb that next mountain,

hoping not to fall.

it is only darkest before it is light
I still am waiting for that time
to see the end, to squint til it’s bright

again.

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You never found a dollar on the street
You never felt the sand at your feet
You never took the time

To breathe.

I write this song for you
The only memory too
Something to live by, somewhere to hide

For me

Just had a hurricane run through my head
And I think it’ be better if things were left unsaid

This third song came from me strumming 3 notes. After I wrote it I realized it was similar to a famous 30 minute song. While not a song that will be on any album, it does have a catchy feel to it.

Lyrics:

Picture yourself in another world, would you stand up and eat the flowers?
Picture yourself in another world, would the sky still be blue in color?

Or would clouds be all dark and the rain will have fallin for hours?

Picture your life in another part – of town or another country altogether
Who would you be, or what would you do – would you be the rich man or poor
Or would clouds follow you around and put rain on the ground for hours

Or would you high step your way to more better days and give people the cold shoulder?

Picture your life without any legs, you would find a way to walk a mile?
Picture your life without any arms, would you find a way to play the pianer?

Would you see with no sight, hear with no sound around you?

Picture yourself on a desert isle – would you find a way to make fire?
Picture yourself in a castle tonight – would you be the king, or the pauper?

Would you want it all, would you take it all, or would you sit there and wonder?

Picture yourself writing this song, what would you do differently?