My friend, Rosalie, who collaborated with me on the Patchwork Blue album will be coming into town in October. Be on the look out for more about that! Very excited to have some time to sit down with her and work on some music!
Recently, I’ve ramped up music practice, going to open mics, and compiling the business end of Promo – which meant some minor tech upgrades, and rearranging how I use my devices. Some of this back end stuff requires quiet thinking and planning.
As amazing as it might seem, I’ve been taking some time off here and there to relax and enjoy myself, and I think my art and music is better for it, if only because I am better for it.
Here’s a little glimpse of a new-ish song. I tend to write a new song a week. The second week or sooner, I try to put some music to it. Often will release a really early video of the gist of it on Instagram or in my Facebook music group, and then will spend a few weeks refining it – trying it out at an open mic etc.
This one I played out this week, but it is still being developed, and this is something I have been appreciating about music, and that is the refining process. On YouTube, I took a Truth and a Lie and deconstructed it, analyzed it and put it back together in a way that helps me understand what’s going on in the song better, and it’s the second in a series I’ve started of Songwriting Workbooks.
This is: Will I Be Ready
And this one is a really new one – just a few times through called ‘We Return to the Sea’
Summer breeze is rustling in these trees Whispering of things that cannot be Too hot here to think about it My mind still turns it over
If only I had minded more If only I had been lovelier If only I had given you what you need I’m drowning in these memories Drowning in the summer lands
Oceans in the summer lands Drowning in the lost and lonely If only If only
The tears are sliding down my cheeks My heart grows heavy even in the light of the warmest sun The rains are falling in my spirit As I wonder If I had been more mindful If I had been more humble If I had been more everything you like Would you still be seeking A place beside me Would you still be needing A space next to me Would we still be we and not alone If only If only If only I knew just what to do now If only I could bring you back to you now If only I could mend all that went wrong I would do that
That’s what I’d do
I’d find a way to get somewhere you could love me
I’d find a way to be someone you could love
Again And I wouldn’t be here sitting in this shade under these trees
Swamped by the ocean and drowning in the if only If only If only
They say guns are not the problem And it’s true another black man died 60 bullets in his back And it’s a lie mass shooting at the mall At the school Uvalde where they hide
They say guns are not to blame and it’s a truth Domestic violence and some 80 proof (whiskey) one could admit No protection from the paper that was writ Guns are not to blame and it’s just another lie When youth can walk into a store, no training and walk out again he’s armed
Guns are our constitutional right it’s not untrue that there’s a clause for the population to have an excuse to bear But it’s a lie that there should be no regulation or oversight
About the babies they say they they are pro-life up until they’re born or to save a mother’s life and so it’s the god forsaken motherfucking truth and it’s a lie
And the one side dithers righteously about how they’re better than the other and it’s a truth And it’s a lie They refuse to take a deeper look in their closets where they hide The reasons that the other side can and do entrench and build and gain
And they comb their cocktail hair and put on their cocktail gowns They all strut before us in a line of union and union-busting clowns Like the boyfriend or the girlfriend or the theyfriend who will do no more than be just slightly better than your ex And expect your full devotion knowing well the slim prospects
And the climates heating up and they say they really care But when it comes to changing point the finger over there And I finally understood That I finally know the truth That it’s a lie And it’s the truth They’ve buried and they’ve hidden all the truth under the lie And the lie upon the dung hill sipping wine and eating pie And sell us all the same old shit We’ve been hearing all along And shrug and say it’s true that it is wrong And it’s a lie that they’ve told us and they tell us And that why the feeling people The empaths and the impoverished have to cry and weep And gnash the teeth worn down from the gnashing and the bearing and the injustice of it all Because justice is a truth that in America’s a lie Another lie painted over the motherfucking truth But I don’t have proof No I don’t have proof no Nor an alibi So when they serve the shot of silence Force it down my throat Just know that I’ll be grateful when I die Justice gets us all alive in the end And that’s the truth But I don’t have proof