A tired blog about songwriting and why I'm always wrong.

A tired blog about songwriting and why I'm always wrong.
A few people have asked me to write about a few different aspects of music. Why it's important. How it affects people. How it changes things. What it means. I've even been bugged because I haven't written it yet. So here are some thoughts. Apologies now if they're not all together. Open your computer. Go …
This isn't something anyone asked me to write on. I'm just writing on it. I woke up this morning feeling numb. Feeling nostalgic. Feeling unsettled. I have a lot to do, yet nothing to do. Why do anything at all? I stayed in bed for a while. Then I felt like playing a song I …
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When I was 17 I fell in love with a Christmas song. This year I decided to learn it. And because it's Christmas and I worked a double and I'm tired, I don't have much to say. So enjoy this one shot video that I recorded in my friend's bedroom. Haven't even actually watched it. …
You are the rhythm I dance to No one else can match it The song in my soul belongs to you Just as I do I sprint through fields of truth For a moment to touch your beauty I can't quite grasp you in my hand You open up my whole arms My whole heart …
In commotion we try to rush things Moving on before things are finished Abandoning lives before they've fully blossomed There is rhythm in motion And there is upset if you skip a song before it's over This is not a solo road trip Stop leaving without saying a word You have built something Don't forget …
There is a song in my soul Singing to me Pushing me forward Telling me I can't let go Even in all this confusion As my thoughts are swirling around me I hear it Calling my name I'll cross an inevitable ending off my list Because this story is only starting It will not be …
I see the wind blow through the leaves Yet it hardly touches me Creation singing some kind of new song As nature begins to applaud There is no such thing as mediocre Overtaken by a new kind of perfume Wondering if this is real life Knowing it is better Knowing I'm not alone And that …
Just like the caged bird remembers its freedom This freed bird remembers its cage It remembers the locked door The key thrown away It's hard to come close Because it doesn't want to be locked up anymore It remembers falling when it learned to fly It remembers its song, its cry But that chain came …
This is a rough cut of a song I wrote that really needs to be re-recorded, but I'm too lazy and not talented enough to work at it. But I felt like sharing it. It's been too many times that I've been broken But I keep coming back to you And it's been too many …