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.
jdtI 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