I was cleaning out my songbook yesterday, removing the lyric sheets for songs I wrote afternoons long ago but which I cannot remember or would never play anymore…
An interesting observation of a predominantly trying-to-escape-from-evangelicalism-with-my-faith-intact journey…
Do something new with me
Do something new with me
Do something new through me
Do something new in me
Enough about me, what do you think about me?
Lord you are God
But how do I say that
Without seeming stupid
Without…
{never finished}
Insired by some Radiohead:
A word
we look for when i am king
we look for you are of no consequence
we look for you have no style
we look for i have the style pants
we look for connection
we look for separation
we look for things for
for which i must repent
That last one and this one are the oldest here. Definately inspired by my Evolutionary Psychology class:
Academia
People with agendas
People in control
People with intentions
People in the know
Academia…
Eyes glazed over/abitious to death/defending their lives/with every breath/words so useless/shifting the blame/limping along/denying they’re lame/you have got me/i’m all wrong/why don’t you talk/to me for so so long/don’t ask me my opinion/just to shoot me down/the truth you speak it/is such a loud loud sound/exchange stroke for stroke/don’t go down in the count/your darwinian identity/is without any doubt/i don’t hurt you/you don’t hurt me/our selfishness/results in anarchy
{nice!}
No title, just can’t find the electronic copy anywhere so I want to preserve this verse here. I’m pretty sure this never got put to music:
Beautiful things come about upon the inspiration of beauty
To behold a piece of beauty struggling to stay alive in this war worn land
Is indeed the purest and deepest source of courage
This is another classic one, so …blunt:
A jilted lover is the world {loved that title!}
Get the job to make the money
To impress the girls to get the wife
To buy the house to have the kids
Now stay at the job and ruin your life
Slave to the system/Driving like a piston
Take another hit of what you think is livin’
Wanna drive a beamer/take trips on a steamer
All you have become is one big schemer
Now to the world you’ve shown/yours is the biggest dome
But what is a house if it never is a home?
There are two things you can’t put a price on: my dignity and my health/But I know who controls my life while you just have to play the hand you’re dealt/So don’t assume that I am one of you, doing all those things that blind men do/You’re no judge of affect, so go wallow in your own self, just leave me alone/Can I, will I pray for you?/Maybe once before I go/Maybe then it will show/What it is in my eyes that scares you to death/You’ve never been able to read me, but maybe now you will see me…as I go…