I feel like I'm either close to shutting down or to the start of career-defining work.
Not sure what.
Winter and depression and doubt can muddy that diagnosis.
But I'm here. I'm clicking quietly away.
Got a new song. For me. For anyone wondering out there if it's their moment to eke out a sense of purpose, to be known. To be bold, and compassionate, and sharing. To prosper. Even be loved.
Here we go.
lyrics
first verse
ive given up on suffering
chant
is it my time i whisper
is it my time i whisper
tucking in for winter
ill see you spring
chant
prechorus one
see me lay down
beg the night my soul to keep
know
ive never earned love good as sleep
head crooked
watch the silence fill the room
year spent chasing urequiteds sweet perfume
chorus
legs
if you gotta run
talent
if its hard won
signal
like a flare gun
lets make it binding
make a promise to finding
what were worth
dearth of motivation
moldy conversation
leaden deprivation
am i unwinding
is the madness still grinding
me
verse two
im getting smaller
take less space
chant
staring out the subway
and i see my fathers face
chant
prechorus two
see me talk less
every word its a thought grenade
you wont catch me turning round
seeing what ive made
blood
the lost traveller
my guide
ill course
ill scribble on
this little wick of pride
chorus
instrumental
verse three
ive buried loss
so calm collect
chant
still mouthing syllables
in a manner circumspect
chant
prechorus three
see my debts paid
by my spartan living style
im just a monk serving nothing but my own guile
write
and i summon in the air
a little nonsense
no one seems to care
chorus
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