Here's a song I wrote a couple of months ago. As soon as I get my new interface for the iPad, I'll have a mobile recording studio and start uploading these. This song's about finding comfort in knowing you're great and no matter who trashes you, throws you away, disregards your feelings, etc., that you'll be just fine. There's lots of people out there looking for someone just like you. And me. You'll be back, and you'll find someone worthy.
Diamonds on the Beach
Feelings of worthlessness never were worth much to me,
Cuz I know I'm a diamond, but it might take some looking to see.
Knock the dirt off, hold me up to the light, laugh with glee,
Then start doubting your feelings and cast me back into the sea...
And I'll wash up again
And crash to the shore
Yeah, I'll wash up again,
To be found once more
It's only your fear that's keeping you trapped all alone.
Putting up walls don't always make a nice house a home.
Knock the dirt off, hold yourself to the light and you'll see,
That you're just as precious as any old diamond can be...
And you'll wash up again
And crash to the shore
Yeah, you'll wash up again
To be free once more
It's funny how we make excuses for all that we do.
We make answers right even though we know they ain't the truth.
And what makes us different still makes us the same and I knew,
That unless we both held each other up to the light, we were through...
And we'd wash up again
And crash to the shore
And we'd wash up again
To be found once more
(turn around)
Out in the ocean, there's plenty of fish to be seen...
But the sunlight can't reach us at the bottom where we lie and dream..
Tossing and turning the current of life draws us near..
And as the tide and the waves tumble in, the truth becomes clear...
We'll wash up again.
And again.
Feelings of worthlessness never were worth much to me,
Cuz I know I'm a diamond but it might take some looking to see.
Knock the dirt off, hold me up to the light, carefully,
And know that you've found something priceless for eternity..
Now let's run down the beach
And play in the sand
Yeah, let's run down the beach
Cuz we washed up again
It's good to see you again...
[in-vurs] [van-dl-iz-uhm]
Inverse Vandalism - noun: Creating something for no other reason than the sheer fact that you can create it.
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Friday, March 9, 2012
Diamonds on the Beach
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Wednesday, November 2, 2011
The Fairest Breeze
I was writing a song tonight called "Lost in Austin" but I couldn't finish it because this other thing kept popping up. I drank 10 beers straight writing this from start to finish and I blame Guy Clark and Townes Van Zandt for inspiring me to write simply, which is hard if you're relatively smart and want to make a point. Forgive me, judgers. I think I'll call it, "The Fairest Breeze". I'll record soon, I suppose...
It's been… another year…
days fly by as I'm steady shedding fears.
And more and more I'm feeling like a man…
That holds the worldly keys within his hands.
Digesting all the wisdom he's been fed…
And working out the answers in his head.
Til free and clear the thoughts drift through his mind…
Like the fairest breeze that's been there all the time.
And don't you know it's been here all the time.
Like friends in need or partners in a crime.
No questions to the reason or the rhyme.
The seasons change and friend you will change too.
Until there's nothing more ‘tween me and you.
But one fine day our paths shall cross again
And rebuild the connections forged within.
Then we'll embrace, speak fondly of the past.
And realize that we're all one soul at last.
Like the fairest breeze that's been here all the time.
Then free and clear the thoughts drift through our minds.
The life and world we share will be just fine.
Notice everything around us seems so grand
thriving then eroding into sand.
Snake eat tail the infinite design
but in time only a few see eye to eye.
See questions never make the answers clear
So give thanks shake hands before we disappear.
So give thanks shake hands before we disappear.
And it's been… another year…
days fly by as I'm steady shedding fears.
And more and more I'm feeling like a man…
That holds the world, gently in my hands.
Digesting all the wisdom I've been fed…
And working out the answers in my head.
Til free and clear the thoughts drift through my mind…
Like the fairest breeze that's been there all the time.
And Lord I know it's been here all the time.
And Lord I know it's been here all the time...
And Lord I know it's been here all the time...
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The Fairest Breeze
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