Past

How can I move on
When the thought of her won't give me peace?

It's taking a toll
Distraction won't let my mind at ease

What's it gonna take
To move past the mistakes I've made

When I look around
I see all it cost to get me here.

Each Day

The songs I haven't written
Are cluttering my thoughts


Move through each day
Distracted by her memory


Now I spend my days
Searching for the new normal

Miss

I'm going to miss this
But not enough to stay


Just past the old bridge
Where the past meets the now

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Dreams

and the city that never sleeps
won't let you have dreams

A Thousand Typewriters

This is not a poem. This is a quick sketch of my next album. I've been promising (threatening, really) to write my third album for the last four years. This spring I intend to do it. I've got sketches and notes and scraps of paper covered in verse. But there was nothing tying it all together until tonight.

My first album is called "Painted Rocks". The title was taken from a series of yellow painted rocks that were at the end of a road I drove on. They were to warn the driver not to drive into the reservoir. I thought that was an interesting symbol, so I used it. My second album is called "After the Happy Ending". The title is a reference to a brief fling I had at the end of my senior year in college. I used most of the songs in the album to explore my feelings about what happens after an ending, happy or otherwise.

Tonight the concept for my third album has finally come into focus. When I got home from work I remembered an old saying: A thousand monkeys typing on a thousand typewriters will eventually produce Shakespeare. The thoughts of the chaos of that fits exactly with where I am in my life right now. It also fits in with many of the lyrics I've been jotting down for the last four years.

Over the next days and weeks I'll be working on the lyrics for the songs that will make up my third album. It may start a little shaky but I have very high hopes now that I've got an over-arching concept to work with. Now to see where this leads me.


Something about harnessing the chaos
Ride the wave and hug the curl
Ride the wind and soar away


When you lose control
You gain perspective


A thousand pairs of hands
Banging away at a thousand typewriters
Will produce an awful sound


If you leave well enough alone
Alone won't be well enough.

Virtual Waiting, Virtual Phone

No matter my mind
No matter my brain
Just why I'm waiting
I cannot explain.

Is it hope or fear?
Is it trust or lust?
Is it fight or flight?
Is it boom or bust?

Turn my head away
And walk down the stairs
I lie to myself
And think I don't care.

Someday I won't wait
Someday I'll be fine
Someday I won't care
Someday I won't mind.

Careful

A beautiful scene
masks the danger of slick roads.
I'd better slow down.

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