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
 

Author: jdt

Jake writes weekly posts every Wednesday on the intersection of psychology and philosophy. To learn more about him, or to propose a topic you'd like him to cover, go to https://everydaypsychophilosophy.com/contact.

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