Worked up a new tune on the uke this weekend. Wrote most of it while we had guests over watching Ant-man. The movie is completely not relevant to the song at all, but, facts. I did happen to write about 70% of this song while sitting on my living room floor watching Ant-man and in between pretending I do yoga (aka – randomly stretching on the floor while my friends tried to remember the names of yoga poses).
Recorded on cell phone only again, because laziness, and because it’s 10 pm, you know, the time of day I’m most productive, so naturally need to consider getting my butt in bed.
And, for the moment, until I think of something or someone gives me a suggestion that I like, it’s called ‘Face’ because that was the working title in my notepad app, on the grounds it was built off of a scrap of the first three lines of the song, which was sort of just festering in my phone for weeks on end before I could be bothered and/or focused enough to do anything with it.
And, in something totally unrelated…someone needs to make a left handed guitalele. (Note: No, that’s not related to this post at all, or actually to anything at all-it’s not as if I’m on the market for any new toys at the moment- but I sort of randomly found out that literally NO ONE makes one, and I’m feeling some righteous-lefty-indignation on the subject. Not that I’m surprised, since I’ve yet to find anyone making a left handed tenor uke, either, but STILL, someone needs to get on that shit. Just saying.)
I can see your face In a faded photograph That only exists in my mind The twitch of a laugh not quite how it's meant Everybody breaks sometimes. You were barely breathing Hands threaded through your hair Silent, sacred, screaming Didn't know anyone cared If everything was simple We'd have so much time To learn our lifelong lessons Forget that we're not fine. But I know that it matters that you're falling fast Cracking under pressure Afraid this fear will last. I know you're barely breathing With hands threaded through your hair Breaking, blaming, bleeding So alone and so aware. things for you have gone amiss And you've been missing for so long You might think the time has come to end all this that your problems in this life are just too strong to fight with fists but what they never tell you Is that inner strength's a gift Someone hands it to you Then you just hold on. When the world goes sideways and your clenched fingers burn remember time plus patience make the axis turn. I can see your face In a faded photograph That only exists in my mind The twitch of a laugh not quite how it's meant Everybody breaks sometimes You were barely breathing Hands threaded through your hair Silent, sacred,screaming I know it's lonely there What matters the most is not how hard we fall It's the things that give us strength To get up after it all.