We walk the darker road and light it up to cast our own shadows. Fireworks flare fiercely in a black sky.
A birthday wish on Facebook:
There are old spools rolling round in my mind, I can’t explain the way they unwind. One thread unraveling, pulling the whole scene askew. A slight change distorts the whole view. Unintended but welcome, change comes uninvited.
I post all sorts of inane things on social media, as we all do. Today what started out as a post turned into the beginnings of a song. So I’ve decided to set a challenge for myself. For the month of April all my posts will be songs or poetry composed on the spot. And I will re-post the whole collection here under the tag #cold sunshine
Twitter post: April’s cold sunshine, as sincere as your smile
A song for Isaac Daniel Perez aka aCloudedhed
strange to say that something’s now a memory
just a span of days ago it was still reality
now it’s diamond hard. I look at my fingers, scarred
I’d give up playing my guitar to have you here with me
you knew how to take the frown out of “fuck you”
you’d make me laugh when it’s the last thing I wanted to do
and you’d shake the worst of my gray mood days away
with a big bear hug hidden in your warm embrace
now when I sing it’s not just for me anymore
I picture you waiting there beyond the stage door
we’ll begin where we left off, humming over a chord
until then I hope you know just how much you are adored
time can’t steal these things from me
your smile flashing like sun on sea
your voice ringing with song eternally
now I feel your words, they’re alive in me
your words are alive
sweeping the storm front from
my clouded head
Recently I’ve been a little directionless when it comes to songwriting. I was very focused while working on Small Town Girls, but I find I’m missing that focus now. I’ve still been writing in my lyrics blog at http://drawingprettythings.com but I haven’t really found my way toward a new project I’m inspired about. I can’t picture just picking out a bunch of random songs that don’t share a similar thematic thread. And though some may say that thread is always there in the dark underbelly of my songs, that’s not enough to inspire me. I need a goal.
Thankfully my muse isn’t fully asleep. She brings me ideas in dreams. A long time ago a friend asked me why I always write sad love songs, and if I had ever written a happy love song. After that I stopped writing any love songs at all. In fact, Whiskey and Cigarettes could arguably be called an anti-love song. Truly I was running away from the fact that I don’t know what happiness in love looks like and thus could only write the parts I did know, the crumbling and decay.
It’s been so long since I’ve touched on love, that I think it’s a ripe topic for me now. To explore all aspects of love, not just the ones I know, but also the types of love I see expressed by the people around me. And I’m challenging myself to write a happy love song before this project is over.
UPDATE - I’ve found my project title: The Cactus and the Sparrow