Country

Chorus?

Base note decending: C-B-A-G while maintaining D,G on strings B,E
x4
I see you over there standing in the moonlight
And I can't get you out of my sight.
I see you over there standing in the sunshine
And I can't help but read your mind.

Verse?

Pick up to held G from chorus (G-F#-) E - A7 - G - C - G x4

You are beautiful and stunning, it won't stop
My brain is running, it's about to pop
Your eyes shine like diamonds, blinding me.
Sparkling by the thousands, finding me.

The Insanity Plea

I have made sure that if I ever think of a line or lyric, I write it down immediately. This has caused me to accumulate quite the number of scrap papers with almost gibberish on it. So this is a collection of individual thoughts composed together, with a little tweaking. Hopefully, it's not too disjoint.

The Insanity Plea

If these are your peers,
you'll go away for years.
You've got files on me,
but I've got miles on you.

I can muster up this smile
just to show face.
I can catch up on sleep
to be in your good grace.

You're the judge and the jury
but I'm the executioner.
The decision is still out on you
You can't understand me, I'm a blur.

You sing it loud, sing it proud
You keep your head in the clouds.
You blinked and you missed
your case is dismissed.

You're stealing glances
You stole my breath
You stole my heart
Do you want the rest?

You're the judge and the jury
but I'm the executioner.
The decision is still out on you
You can't understand me, I'm a blur.

Take a Deep Breath

This is a poem I wrote in the style of the great Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven." I used the same rhyme scheme that he used in that masterpiece. In case, you're wondering (including internal rhyming)...AA, B, CC, CB, B, B.

Take a Deep Breath

“Will you take these and shoot the breeze?”

He said with a sense of urgent need

I gazed with my sockets and placed it in my pocket

I took it with shock, “What is it that I see?”

“Put it deep away and away from me”

“I need to know what I took,” I sadly plea.

“Do not fret friend, it is not the end.

You will take these cards upon which I drew

the very same date you will meet your fate.”

“One moment I cannot wait, to see when I am through!”

Into and out of my pocket my hand rapidly flew

Was everything this man had just said true?

The time before me, “We shall surely see,”

I added to his eyes attempting to abandon post.

He barely muttered, “Be not afraid and do not shudder,

You will soon udder your last words to boast.”

“Do not leave me now when I need you the most.”

He silently vanished as if he were always a ghost.

I stormed across the cards, flying up my guard.

These pointless shards read nothing of importance.

The back of my mind began prying, was he even lying?

Embrace the act of dying, or just a crazy mind’s dance?

I took a deep breath and what could be my last glance

“Midnight tonight,” I repeated in trance.

“Will you take these and shoot the breeze?”

The man had said with a sense of urgent need

If I had cried, “step aside,” and only kept my lonely stride

I would have barely tried to make myself unread.

I spent twelve months holding the cards tense and worried.

On the anniversary, at midnight, my body was buried.

Tramp

Wandering these streets, the shadows twirl around me.
I pleaded for them to untwist.
They responded,
"Why don't you turn?"

Wandering these streets, my reflections chase me.
I pleaded for them to leave.
They responded,
"Why don't you join?"

The shades are drawn, but the figures dance like ghosts trapped in white.

Reading Minds

I have always thought that I have a slight psychic ability. At the very least, I can read people well. That is what sparked the idea for this song. The verses show a progression of a relationship and how the man can 'read the mind' of the female based on movements and slight quirks that some women do. The first verse is the beginning of the two of them. The second verse is the relationship getting more serious and the final verse is both of them realizing it is over. (Notice the last chorus in past tense.)

Reading Minds

The way you look at me, I can read your mind
Your eyelashes are working over time
Your lips trembling, making it clear
Curiosity is in the back of your eye
I will kiss you

If you could read me like I read you
You'll see I only speak the truth
This love you feel was always free
I have you and you have me

The way you look at me, I can read your mind
Those averted gazes are just fine
I live to hear those unsaid thoughts
Will we form from just you and I?
I will love you

If you could read me like I read you
You'll see I only speak the truth
This love you feel was always free
I have you and you have me

The way you look at me, I can read your mind
Your down stares tell me your lines
Please don't say the words you think
I read you, but only memories I find.
I will miss you

If you could've read me like I read you.
You would know I only spoke the truth
That love you felt was meant to be free
I had you but you lost me.

Walk

I have had lyrics pouring out of me lately and I wrote this in about 15 minutes. The concept is a late night walk between two young people, maybe having just met or maybe relatively new companions and the awkwardness that situation ensnares.

Walk

I'm counting the streetlights
It's all I can do
Now out on this long road
Starin' at my shoes

Hand in hand walking ou cares away
Hand in hand we're walking away

The skyline reaches high
Towering above the rest
My hopes and fears are numbered
larger than this addresss

Hand in hand watching our fears fly by
Hand in hand we're watching it fly

The night air breathes cold
I'm blowin' out smoke
My mouth stifles these words
They come out as a choke

Hand in hand talking through the night
Hand in hand we're talking tonight

Sui generis

This is something new and happier than most. I have recently stumbled across a new muse and it has provided me with a light heart. Hooray!

Sui generis
Unique is a word that gets thrown around
So often, it has become the norm
The meaning is lost like words with no sound
Washed away in these typical storms

This looks breaks through conventionality
You brim with trendsetting wealth
You have upset the social feng shui
You surprise even yourself

When people look back at these lost, sad years
They will see the world has grown duller
But I'll looks back at you with great revere
And see your face speckled in technicolor

Why do rainbows look pale in your light?
Compared to you, it is nothing to see
Why do sunsets try to fight
your beauty, unsuccessfully?

I spell unique with only four letters
Although some may disagree
Seeing you makes my days better
Come and be different with me

Random Lines

I woke up today feeling very melancholy. While I was at work, a couple lines popped into my head. They are very sad and emo-esque, but some of the more creative things I think of are of that nature. Oh, well. Sue me.

The constant barrage of self-esteem crushing words have finally taken its toll.
I have spent years constructing my ego, it took you weeks to destroy my soul.
You tore down my walls to peer to my insides.
You took out my insides to get to my pride.
I used to be so tall
and this endless tag team has diminished my will.
I feel so small when you are around.
In your inifinite wisdom, don't you recognize this sound?

What will it take for you to surrender?

Untitled (Retitled)

I wrote this song a few months ago. I put my self in the shoes of someone who feels incomplete (with a little of my own life experiences thrown in for good measure).

Untitled (Retitled)
We are outlines of songs to a demo
Underdeveloped film in the studio
Empty shells of former humans
Unfinished masterpieces

We are scared to be completed
Content in being beaten
We never want the first space
It's easier to blame from second place

We are remnants of our former selves
A run-down house with ransacked shelves
We are clouds that refuse to rain
We are songs with no refrain

I am Satan and I can't take this heat
A town with torn up streets
I am forced to hope I am something I am not
I am Satan and it's fucking hot

Our eyes are glazed over to the prefect ending
Our minds our blocked to our methodic mending

We are unwritten songs on a demo
Underdeveloped film in the studio
Empty shells of former humans
Unfinished...

Torrente Sanguineo

New song, unsure of it yet. Ended up coming out a little too emo...yikes!

Torrente Sanguineo
The way you get under my skin
The way the anger rushes in
The way you flock to the rest
The way everything was a test

You discolor my arms with your words
Your bruises run deep in these broken veins
It's not enough to just be alive
It's left in your hands to heal these pains

Your face runs across this bloodstream
A face, now only in dreams
This is my end and only your start
At last I know you are still in my heart

Monarch Beauty

This song is about that very special feeling that is associated with love. I love love.

Monarch Beauty

These butterflies eat my worries of being alone
They spawn the love that I thought was gone
They travel up my arm to my shaking hands
They travel to my head, take me away to far off lands...

Lands where,
You and I run and play
In the sun all day
Laugh and talk
Kiss and walk
Dance and sing
Share everything
Nothing matters, except you and me.

They begin as some unknown feelings
They make it alright for this heart to start healing
They make me think of you all the time
You and them have taken my mind...to...

Lands where,
You and I run and play
In the sun all day
Laugh and talk
Kiss and walk
Dance and sing
Share everything
Nothing matters, except you and me.

It is time to run away.
Let me take you far from this place.
You and I, we'll start today.

Day Zero

I wrote this song on the first day on fall semester. I was sitting in between classes just people watching. I began to have all of these lines pop into my head. With a little rearrangement, they turn out pretty good. I think it tells the story of the first days of the first years of college, that frightened, worried, unsure feeling whether or not you will graduate...and when for god sakes?

Day Zero

The footsteps pound like a million raindrops
Wide eyes search for their numbers
Spokes litter the ground
How can this take so long?

Mumbled words are spoken to no one
Fright fills the air
Thousands are lonely, together
Desperate to make connections

Styles fade as fast as hair color
Destinations close in as hearts beat faster
Stairs move under the feet to the invisible pace
We haven't even begun

How will day one start?
Will days ten and twenty be better?
When will infinity save us?
Will we survive?

It's up to us, it's up to us.

Variations on a Theme

Again this is about 'Blue Sky.' This was more of a remembering-the-good-days-spliced-with-the-reality-of-the-situation poem. So the last item in the triad of each line is the reality, obviously. It is actually interesting reading this because part way through reading I think, "we did have some good times," but, by the end of reading it, I am thinking, "damn, that ended in a disaster of emotions, bleh." Have at it:

Variations on a Theme

I remember…
The way you looked, the way you smelled, the way you were bad for me.
I remember…
The way you laughed, the way you smiled, the way you stared through me.
I remember…
The way you walked, the way you talked, the way you walked away from me.

I remember these simple variations on a theme.
I remember these words you used to mean.

Your eyes, they burned bright, brighter than the sun
Your thoughts, they flickered from me, escaped on the run

I remember…
The way you cared, the way you stared, the way you ignored my call
I remember…
The way you fought, the way you taught, the way you never broke my fall
I remember…
The way you loved, the way you kissed, the way we hit that wall

I remember these simple variations on a theme.
I remember these words you used to mean.

For You

I wrote this song as a Valentine's Day present for my ex-fiance. And she was my ex at the time, ay-yi-yi! I was head over heels for that chick. Anyways, I continue with my extreme analogy of "Blue Sky" because that was her nickname (taken from 'Goodbye Blue Sky' by Pink Floyd). I was a very strong metaphor that I loved and that is easily manipulated into any form. It can be bad (rain), troubled (cloudy), clear (perfect), etc. When I sat down to write this, I though, what happens when you love? What makes me feel 'love' inside? And these are the things I came up with: pulse, heartbeat, memorizing her face, blah blah blah.

For You

My heart beats red for the blue in your eyes

I can trace your lines and fight off your cries

My pulse, it races with the thought of your touch

It all adds up to too much

I love you
Forever this will be true
I love you
Today my skies will be blue (x2)

The moment you smile my heart melts away

My blood it boils with every step you take

I can feel your curves and love you for good

I just wish we could

(Spoken) :
With every moment that I do think of you, my world turns bright. I can imagine every inch of your perfectly, right down to the beautiful lines tracing your stunning face. If only everyone could see how beautiful you are, you would be a star.

I love you
Forever this will be true
I love you
Today my skies will be blue (x2)

Queen Had It Right After Twenty-Nine Minutes

This one is quite recent. I wrote it a little over a year ago when my only real relationship was falling apart...or even already fallen. It has a lot of terrible feelings all wrapped into it. It capped off my whole depression after the break-up. It is nice to have this piece as a chronicle.

The title is referring to Queen's album "A Night at the Opera," where the song "Love of my Life" starts.

Queen Had It Right After Twenty-Nine Minutes

The clouds have rolled in
The sun has disappeared
I’ve searched for the way to be there
Have I been wrongly steered?

This is my plea
These are my desires
I want my sunny weather
I want my Blue Sky

The angels have escaped the heavens
The weeds have grown over the gates
I can feel it coming in the air
The world is upside down

I’ve waited two decades for you
I’ve waited four weeks for you
I’ve waited ten minutes for you
I’m done waiting



The happiness has drained from my body
This is my remainder
A mere shadow of a man
I used to be whole

Imagine this face never crying
It seems ridiculous
Imagine this face never smiling
A bit more real

Where does my heart belong?
Br oke n? Tor n ap art? Rip ped t o shre ds?
Is this what falling feels like?
A simple freefall?

My coffee runs cold
My cigarettes have burned to the filter
My heart is tired and
I pray for sleep

This is my plea
These are my desires
I want my sunny weather
I want my Blue Sky

You represent everything innocent
But I am the innocent one
Bubbles and cake have a new meaning
Do they belong to children?

The moon is eclipsed
It has never burn brighter
The sun has exploded
It’s beauty has disintegrated

This is my plea
These are my desires
I want my sunny weather
I want my Blue Sky

These clove shards cut my lungs
This drink is spiked
I bleed out
This drink is spiked

The dance is almost over
My legs ache but I continue to dance
May I ask this question?
It’s too soon

This is my plea
These are my desires
I want my sunny weather
I want my Blue Sky

(Is 300 hundred enough to tell how it feels?)