I guess I need to put in some sort of explanation so the many many readers (ha!) I have can rest easy tonight. To quote a Staind song, "I'm ok. I'm not ok." and that's the way life is.
I guess I've always been a fan of the mind fuck. It began early. I remember listening to Simon and Garfunkel at age 9. I had a 45 (that's a record kids, it rotates at 45 revolutions per minute, and contains 2 songs) of the Sound of Silence. I didn't like it on 45 though, I liked it much better at 33. If you don't know what any of that means, well, you're too young. In my teen years I happened upon a cassette of the smiths. In case you aren't familiar with them let's just describe them as the "Woe is me" band. I'm not much of a woeful person to be quite honest, but I am one that gets caught up in the story, especially if it makes one reflect.
What's going on with me is a real mind fuck, although it's nothing that I can't handle. I think it will end up being a positive experience because I feel a song welling up in me. Now I just have to find some way of getting it out. I'm out of practice and don't have anyone to really help me out with it. That should give me some time to work on the lyrics anyway. :P
To summarize, dear readers, I'm ok, I'm not ok. But I'll be ok in the future. Kind words of discouragement are always appreciated though.
Which reminds me of a song I wrote quite some time ago. If you know me in real life you've likely heard me play and sing it while mostly drunk. :P
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|| Souvenirs ||
|| Written by JohnCub ||
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You knew that you could do it and now that you're done
Will you stop to think about the price of your fun
I love you like no other cause you make me feel pain
And I'll be here forever just to do it again
Most people think I'm insane
I prefer to believe Mildly deranged
I can't help it I like pain
And that's why I love you.
You held my hand we walked in sand
we both fell in love
we both knew in the morning there'd be nothing of us
Loving you like this can only make me deranged
Scratch me with it bite me now again and again
Most people think I'm insane
I prefer to believe Mildly deranged
I can't help it I like pain
And that's why I love you.
One day will forever be and I cannot wait
I'm hoping that forever's you but that's up to fate
Every time that you come near I lose all my fears
All I want from you this time is one souvenir.
Most people think I'm insane
I prefer to believe Mildly deranged
I can't help it I like pain
And that's why I love you.
And that's why I love you.
1 comment:
Good luck being okay, or, umm, not okay. Either go better with beer.
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