Daylight Saving Time (Marching On)

March 22, 2016 — Leave a comment

We sprang forward last week. Because that’s what we do. I wrote this song on a gorgeous spring day, and recorded it on a snowy cold one. Ah, March.

Anyhoo, here it is, my song for week 11 of #songaweek2016.

the light and the birds are coming back

kids and the dog rolling in the grass

guess we’re happy here for another year

eggs in the coop laundry on the line

a fine-looking man who’s mine all mine

I’m a satisfied one for another month

tuck an hour away

get it back someday

pizzas in the oven, beer in the fridge

we’ll take a Friday night flight in the TARDIS

sweet sigh of relief for another week

the outside’s breezing through the house

blue sky getting scrubbed with fluffy clouds

think we’ll be okay for another day

tuck an hour away

get it back someday

marching, marching,

time keeps marching on

Still Moving

March 16, 2016 — 4 Comments

In spite of everything, I still believe . . .

Here’s my song for week 10 of #songaweek2016.

You’re the wind and

I’m the good girl

trying to keep her skirt in place

You’re the music

I’m the stoic

fighting the urge to dance

you are the light

but I’m trying to hide

You’re the bread and wine but I have to fast

you’re the question I’m afraid to ask

you’re the letting go, I can’t hold you in my grasp

but over, under, and right through everything

your still small voice still calls

You’re the road and I’m the traveler

you lay your body down

you make a way through wilderness

draw me to the next horizon

spread your spirit out

You’re the paper I’m the pen

you give me space to think

let me bleed all over you

and you wear the mess like it means something

You’re the wave and I’m the sand

I’m trying to stand firm

but you keep on changing me

 

Pulse

March 8, 2016 — 5 Comments

The larger concern is not he who I shall not name, but the fear and rage pulsing through the crowds he’s riding on.

Here’s my song for Week 9 of #songaweek2016. I wrote the words and did my best to perform them, but Nathan Bloom did *everything* else to make this track work!

My finger’s on your pulse, America, I’ve got you by the throat

I say what’s on my mind, that’s all it takes to get your vote

I make the cameras flash and the crowds roar

I excite you, entice you, leave you panting for more

 

What’s my name? Say it louder

What’s my name? Say it prouder

Feel the fire, feel the power

I’m a demagogic tower

I’m the savior of the hour

and you love me

no matter what I do

yeah you love me even more

when they tell you not to

 

You’re an angry adolescent raging against the machine

I’m a millionaire maverick in a limousine

and you believe in me when I say I’ll make you great

You’ll disown your family for me ‘cause you never liked them anyway

 

You’re burning up with fever, there’s a beam stuck in your eye

but you don’t want a doctor, just want me to keep you high

Here, let me strip off all those bandages and salt your open wounds

and trust me, I’ll be here to seize you when you swoon

Lullaby for Climbers, Elephants and Divers (Shhh)

March 1, 2016 — Leave a comment

It’s already week eight of #songaweek2016! Here’s my song:

Climb up on compassion’s lap and have a good cry

Don’t be afraid to tell her how you’re afraid to die

Everybody feels it

no matter what they know

everybody wonders

where their last thoughts go

Shhh, shhhh

A pile of poached ivory burned in sacrifice

Some things should not be bought or sold at any price

Every year’s a circle

Every day’s a spin

We’re angel demons dancing

On the head of a pin

Shhh, shhhh

Maybe like an aging star you will expand

Grow brighter, hotter, stronger before the end

Shhh, shhhh

Dive down to the deeps of doubt, let the dark surround

Lose yourself where you started out, wait to be found

Let the waves wash over

let the great fish come

be swallowed whole

by this strange new home