My Foray into Song Writing

About the most originality that any writer can hope to achieve honestly is to steal with good judgment.  — Josh Billings

This week, I’m doing something different. Well, every week I do something “different,” but this week in particular is something unique.

Over the past few days, I discovered a chord progression on the keyboard that inspired me to write a song. So for you today, I have a rap, everything in it, from the music to the lyrics, created by myself; however, I couldn’t have completed it without some very insightful help from my good friend Justin Wilcke. The whole song was recorded on Mac’s Garageband, so I apologize for the poor audio quality.

The song may come off a little dramatic (remember whose blog you’re reading), but it’s meant to be more poetic than anything else. It’s only about two and a half minutes, but if you find your time too precious (or simply lack the proper audio ware), I’ve included the lyrics below.

Enjoy!

Dreamless Sleep

 

Songfully,

jdt

 I woke to the sun without dreams behind me

A dark night sleeping alone; don’t remind me

Yesterday’s memories assigned blindly

Chance to rewind and I’d decline kindly

Gazing at the world, coffee rings beneath my eyes

Wondering if stumbling still counts as making strides

I avoid all mirrors and misplace my reality

Lost in a wash of my overlooked mortality

When God drew my figure, he left me half erased

He gave a smudge of rubber where my soul should’ve been placed

And now to find my passion I’ve no outline I can trace

Drawing sketches of a man when I’ve never seen his face

 

Sometimes I feel like my body’s inside out

My lungs and my heart carved away with all this doubt

But in that empty space are directions to retrieve me

Yet every time I read them, I just see black graffiti

 

With my pockets for the cold, my hands are sure to freeze

My icicles for fingers spread to arms like a disease

And when you’re made of frozen glass, you’re prone to injury

Fall from love too quickly and you’re like for shattering

So now it takes another for the surgery I need

The scalpel in my own hand’s only ever made me bleed

Yet if I want to free me from this cold trajectory

I’ll have to snap some skates on to break this icy speed

 

Sometimes I feel like my body’s inside out

My lungs and my heart carved away with all this doubt

But in that empty space are directions to retrieve me

Yet every time I read them, I just see black graffiti

 

Achromatic days when the world’s painted gray

A sneeze of color’s all I need to make it dissipate

I’m tired wasting time shaking broke kaleidoscopes

Waiting for the colors of another sucker’s hoax

It’s time I took some neon and inhaled its luminance

And let that shine inside me guide straight home this aimless ship

For cracks of shadow in my hull, capsize me in the  night

But I won’t drown in darkness; I’ll fill those holes with light

 

Sometimes I feel like my body’s inside out

My lungs and my heart carved away with all this doubt

But in that empty space are directions to retrieve me

And given time to read them, I’ll speak those words freely