Just wrote a new song I'll call D&H for now. A little belated ditty inspired primarily by my songwriting book club's most recent selection, Many Lives, Many Masters by Brian L. Weiss. I'd read the book once before, but it's always different reading from a songwriter's perspective.
I enjoy these projects and take them quite seriously. I like the challenge as well as the accomplishment of being able to whittle pages and pages of notes down to a tiny little creation. It's like word pottery. Although sometimes I end up grieving the words and phrases that don't make the final version. I love that these book selections take me on a journey, first far away into another world of experiences, then back and somehow closer to myself than I was when I started. New themes and stories and characters apply themselves like a bandage to my tangled knot of a psyche, and I am able to unearth a different yet familiar perspective. It's like writing from a bird's eye view of myself.
A secondary source of inspiration is an ongoing dialogue between me and my father regarding the necessity of action, which happens to be a recurring theme in my life, in his life, and in the aforementioned book. (Not to mention every other freakin' place I look...but I'll write more about synchronicity later.) Ok, here goes. As my pal Jeffrey Joe would say, writing this song felt like oral surgery.
D&H
1. Father hear my pleas, don’t make me scrape my knees
Even Diogenes, he agrees with me
A syndrome of self neglect is the sin of intellect
Holding lanterns to the light is no necessity
CH
What good is a god with the head of a falcon
that lives on the body of man
What sense is the strength of a thoroughbred stallion
Running like a scared mare every chance that it can
What comfort lies in millions of lives
if they’re over before they began
Sometimes it shapes me, sometimes it escapes me
The good of a god in the body of man
2. Father hear my cries, I’m not buying alibis
Your books so wise disguise the valleys for the peaks
If all your world’s a page you’ll never take the stage
Baby steps assuage the magnitude of quantum leaps
REPEAT CH
BRIDGE:
Heaven knows I’m also froze and apples don’t fall far
Trust me, any day’s a good day in the shade of where you are
But I’m a prudent teacher’s student and I'm just trying to understand
Heads and birds, actions and words
And the good of a god in the body of man.
REPEAT CH
I enjoy these projects and take them quite seriously. I like the challenge as well as the accomplishment of being able to whittle pages and pages of notes down to a tiny little creation. It's like word pottery. Although sometimes I end up grieving the words and phrases that don't make the final version. I love that these book selections take me on a journey, first far away into another world of experiences, then back and somehow closer to myself than I was when I started. New themes and stories and characters apply themselves like a bandage to my tangled knot of a psyche, and I am able to unearth a different yet familiar perspective. It's like writing from a bird's eye view of myself.
A secondary source of inspiration is an ongoing dialogue between me and my father regarding the necessity of action, which happens to be a recurring theme in my life, in his life, and in the aforementioned book. (Not to mention every other freakin' place I look...but I'll write more about synchronicity later.) Ok, here goes. As my pal Jeffrey Joe would say, writing this song felt like oral surgery.
D&H
1. Father hear my pleas, don’t make me scrape my knees
Even Diogenes, he agrees with me
A syndrome of self neglect is the sin of intellect
Holding lanterns to the light is no necessity
CH
What good is a god with the head of a falcon
that lives on the body of man
What sense is the strength of a thoroughbred stallion
Running like a scared mare every chance that it can
What comfort lies in millions of lives
if they’re over before they began
Sometimes it shapes me, sometimes it escapes me
The good of a god in the body of man
2. Father hear my cries, I’m not buying alibis
Your books so wise disguise the valleys for the peaks
If all your world’s a page you’ll never take the stage
Baby steps assuage the magnitude of quantum leaps
REPEAT CH
BRIDGE:
Heaven knows I’m also froze and apples don’t fall far
Trust me, any day’s a good day in the shade of where you are
But I’m a prudent teacher’s student and I'm just trying to understand
Heads and birds, actions and words
And the good of a god in the body of man.
REPEAT CH
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