I’ve had a rough week or so in terms of writing anything good enough to deem worthy of finishing. So instead of posting a full song this week, I’ve decided to post a few bits and pieces I’ve written down in the last few months.<\/p>\n
Some are sad, some are happy. The styles are all different, and I’m not sure exactly what the tune to some of them are yet. But there is a certain beauty in an unfinished song. They’re in their ‘poetry’ stages. So, here you go:<\/p>\n
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#1: (a song for the seasons)<\/p>\n
Wake up blanketed in white
\nstars like tiny twinkling lights
\nand I\u2019m finally home
\nporch is dusty striped with snow
\nair is biting bitter cold
\nand I\u2019m finally home<\/p>\n
And I open shutters wide
\nshould I run, should I hide
\nIs it finally time<\/p>\n
It\u2019s another barely merry Christmas<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
#2: (a song for fading feelings)<\/p>\n
What do I say when the feelings all fade
\nBut I promised you my forever
\nWhat do I do when I said I\u2019d stay true
\nBut in all my dreams I\u2019m not tethered
\nYou\u2019re all I have, and I know that
\nWhat my heart wants, is what it once had
\nHow do I stay when I feel I must stray
\nIs my only choice now or never<\/p>\n
Every new night I add to my lies
\nAnd I weave a new stupid pattern
\nWith every word sent and every word meant
\nMy bond to you has but shattered
\nYou\u2019re who I\u2019ve got I want whom you\u2019re not
\nI need to hold on but everything\u2019s wrong
\nWhat do I say when it all fades to gray
\nAnd everything\u2019s gone that once mattered<\/p>\n
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#3: (A song for the towns we call home)<\/p>\n
Small town small minds
\nNot too many passersby
\nCrazy girls simple lives
\nIts home
\nBig fields bigger dreams
\nEverything is as it seems
\nStuck there till seventeen
\nThat\u2019s home
\nThen we leave and we see what the real world says
\nAbout us small town home grown women and men<\/p>\n
You tell em where you\u2019re from just by naming a state
\nAll they\u2019ll nod like they know but they don\u2019t what to say
\nAnd everywhere you go everything is strange
\nLike what are you doing here?
\nYou try your very best to be a part of this place
\nBut in the end you\u2019re 2000 miles away
\nAnd deep inside a part wishes you\u2019d stayed
\nHome home.<\/p>\n
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#4: (a song for MY town I call home)<\/p>\n
I was born in a town
\nwhere the greatest place around
\nwas the Culvers on the side of highway sixty
\nAnd our idea of a getaway
\nWas a 40 minute drive away
\nTo the shores of the Great Lake out in Milwaukee<\/p>\n
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#5: (religious, but my attempt at a song of lament)<\/p>\n
Oh Father how I feel like old Jerusalem
\nOnce full of people and the vibrant lives they shared
\nNow like that silent city I will weep away my sorrows
\nand it\u2019s more than one small single soul can bear<\/p>\n
\nThe tears are streaming faster as I count the names of friends who\u2019ve turned their backs as they have carried on their ways
\nNow like the silent city I will find no rest tonight
\nfor my mortal heart is once again betrayed<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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