It’s always an extra-fun songwriting week when Nathan has time to join in the process! I had this song mostly written last week. On Monday Nathan and I spent some time with it, finishing up the writing and arranging, and the next few days we recorded bits and pieces as we had time. I sang and played acoustic guitar. Nathan did EVERYTHING else, which never ceases to amaze me!

This old world well it’s not that bad
I guess I’m not afraid to stay till I know it’s time to go
Might put down roots, put up my feet
Lower the lights, enjoy the show
Or what I can of it cause there’s a lot that I can’t
Unspeakable horrors, untouchable hurts
Some people talk about hell, talk about hand baskets
First world problems and last-ditch efforts

It’s a bright beach ball alone in the ocean
Have the time of our lives right here right now
It’s a disco strobe in an empty room
And we’re on it doggone it till the house burns down
And we love it we love it
We might as well love it

You and me dear well we’re not all good
Still we’re brave enough to stay till we have to let go
We’re digging out of old ruts, breaking new ground
Making glacial progress at taking it slow
We were drafted to fight in this eternal war
But conscientiously, I object
So damn the torpedoes and melt down the guns
And kiss me tenderly when I stick out my neck

On this bright beach ball alone in the ocean
Have the time of our lives right here right now
It’s a disco strobe in an empty room
And we’re on it doggone it till the house burns down
And I love you I love you
I might as well love you

My laptop is in for repair so I’m posting from my old iPhone with a cracked screen, therefore not writing a long post about my song for week 45 of #songaweek2018.

It can speak for itself though. Lyrics are in the description on the YouTube page. Maybe when I have a computer again I’ll type them in here.

I had a hard time thinking up a title so I used the week number for songaweek (45) plus the RPM idea because you need many revolutions per minute to move.

It wasn’t my blood
It wasn’t my genes
That made me what we call white
It’s not who I am
But it’s what I know
And even more what I don’t know
And never had to learn

It was lies and fear
It was us or them
It was take all that you can
And tell yourself and your children
Other people aren’t like us

It’s not what I asked for
But it’s what I got
this murderous birthright
It’s not who I am
But it sticks to my skin
And thrives the more I deny
That it’s there at all

I am not the fixer
I don’t have the answer
I’m just another sister
Struggling with this cancer
I’m part of the problem
I’m part of the solution
To really move the needle we need
A million revolutions