My mind is blown.
Ok, it's MLK day, it's music monday, there's some repair work being done in our house and I just received an email that released a rock that had been sitting on my heart for the past two years. My mind is blown. (Like in slow motion. It's still exploding as I'm reading this back.) And, I'm looking at this song I wrote a couple of weeks ago and can barely remember what I was thinking. To the best of my knowledge, here it goes.
I held on to a lot of stuff. Refused to write about it. That doesn't mean I didn't acknowledge what I was struggling with. On the contrary, I had great counsel. I dealt with things but, I refused to write music about a lot of my resentment or my anger or my disappointment....the negative stuff. I didn't want to give it a bigger voice than I already had, I didn't want to "give it the satisfaction". Not sure if that makes sense but it's what I told myself. "NOPE! You're not going there." and because of that, I went from writing a song a week in 2012 to writing only 4 in 2013 until this project started. That's when I decided it was best to just get it out because, apparently, in my world, it's not over until I write a song about it, until I do something creative with it. If I don't, it goes about destroying my sense of inner peace.
You know, sometimes, I think my songs are ridiculous. But, in the words of the great Martin Luther King, Jr. (see how I worked that in there?) "Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted." So, I've got that going for me :)
The prompt was "Ugly Pretty Face" and I didn't want to write about attractiveness or lack thereof or both at the same time. (Although, some of my fellow group members did so in a really great way.) So, the song is about getting rid of that mental baggage which being in this group has enabled me to do. Yay! I was nearly done with the song before I figured out how I was going to use the phrase. Phew! Did it. Singing through a tiny bit of cedar stuck in my head and it's a quick recording but here it is.
A standing room of words inside my head
The kind that hurt too much to go unsaid
Or, I’m just sick of doing this analysis for nothing
A song a week to give each word a line
are products of an overcrowded mind but
I’m not resolved to waste my time, so it’s got to count for something
Right or wrong, I’m betting on
The recompense of what remains to do
Oh, one more song won’t take me long
I’m running out of things to say to you
It’s gonna be over soon
I have a heart so find it hard to be
Indifferent to your insincerity
While some resolve to play the part, oh, now I know the difference
I’m partial to an open heart and mind
A few attributes that you seem loath to find
So, I’m glad I had a running start and I’m grateful for the distance
Right or wrong, I’m betting on
The recompense of what remains to do
Oh, one more song won’t take me long
I’m running out of things to say to you
It’s gonna be over soon
Baby, love and pain, sunshine and rain, the lies, the truth
Ugly, pretty, face it
All the words come spilling out, it’s over when I’m through
Right or wrong, I’m betting on
The recompense of what remains to do
Oh, one more song won’t take me long
I’m running out of things to say to you
It’s gonna be over soon
©LauraMarieMusic 2014
Ok, it's MLK day, it's music monday, there's some repair work being done in our house and I just received an email that released a rock that had been sitting on my heart for the past two years. My mind is blown. (Like in slow motion. It's still exploding as I'm reading this back.) And, I'm looking at this song I wrote a couple of weeks ago and can barely remember what I was thinking. To the best of my knowledge, here it goes.
I held on to a lot of stuff. Refused to write about it. That doesn't mean I didn't acknowledge what I was struggling with. On the contrary, I had great counsel. I dealt with things but, I refused to write music about a lot of my resentment or my anger or my disappointment....the negative stuff. I didn't want to give it a bigger voice than I already had, I didn't want to "give it the satisfaction". Not sure if that makes sense but it's what I told myself. "NOPE! You're not going there." and because of that, I went from writing a song a week in 2012 to writing only 4 in 2013 until this project started. That's when I decided it was best to just get it out because, apparently, in my world, it's not over until I write a song about it, until I do something creative with it. If I don't, it goes about destroying my sense of inner peace.
You know, sometimes, I think my songs are ridiculous. But, in the words of the great Martin Luther King, Jr. (see how I worked that in there?) "Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted." So, I've got that going for me :)
The prompt was "Ugly Pretty Face" and I didn't want to write about attractiveness or lack thereof or both at the same time. (Although, some of my fellow group members did so in a really great way.) So, the song is about getting rid of that mental baggage which being in this group has enabled me to do. Yay! I was nearly done with the song before I figured out how I was going to use the phrase. Phew! Did it. Singing through a tiny bit of cedar stuck in my head and it's a quick recording but here it is.
It’s gonna be over soon
A standing room of words inside my head
The kind that hurt too much to go unsaid
Or, I’m just sick of doing this analysis for nothing
A song a week to give each word a line
are products of an overcrowded mind but
I’m not resolved to waste my time, so it’s got to count for something
Right or wrong, I’m betting on
The recompense of what remains to do
Oh, one more song won’t take me long
I’m running out of things to say to you
It’s gonna be over soon
I have a heart so find it hard to be
Indifferent to your insincerity
While some resolve to play the part, oh, now I know the difference
I’m partial to an open heart and mind
A few attributes that you seem loath to find
So, I’m glad I had a running start and I’m grateful for the distance
Right or wrong, I’m betting on
The recompense of what remains to do
Oh, one more song won’t take me long
I’m running out of things to say to you
It’s gonna be over soon
Baby, love and pain, sunshine and rain, the lies, the truth
Ugly, pretty, face it
All the words come spilling out, it’s over when I’m through
Right or wrong, I’m betting on
The recompense of what remains to do
Oh, one more song won’t take me long
I’m running out of things to say to you
It’s gonna be over soon
©LauraMarieMusic 2014