Eats you up from the inside
Multiplying like a virus designed solely to destroy
Fight so hard but it's impossible
Rendered helpless small mutations making anxious every

Moment that passes every
Hospital room knelt by the bathtub
Dark clouds hang above no more to empty below

Past mistakes and changing course
Newer treatments side effects that render function null and void
Medications fail to work
Curling inward causing fear and more frustration each

Procedure successful or not
Those hospital bills put red in the ledger
Even if surviving how can one live without food on the table
Moments that pass in every
Hospital room knelt by the bathtub
Dark clouds hang above no more to empty below

The Tragedy Of Living After

First attempt at the song.  I plan to do revision.  Lyrics below:

One of these days from this dream we'll wake up
And when I do there'll be a a great big shake up
That's okay, that's the way it happens
You know that it's alright: all things end in good time

But what are they going to say when it's all done
When you look back on how you would react when under the gun
Or will we keep on going forever chasing after some useless endeavor
Or son, will they say that one did it all for fun
He did it all for fun
Even under the gun
He did it all for fun, but never hurting anyone

Don't need any selfish repression
Keep away your hate and aggression
I'll find my way in my own religion
Everything I do is my own decision

So you go your way and I'll go my way too
The paths we walk may lead us to talk,
To one day rendezvous
And when we awake from this dream we call life
May we be spoken of as living as husband or wife or daughter or son

This is the only one
This life is the only one
The only chance that you get but it's not over yet
So remember to have a little fun
Never hurting anyone

Dream

Trigger Warning: This song is about a friend's suicide.

Song a Week #4: The Other Side. (I'll add lyrics a bit later)

November 2015 you took a picture of a bottle (I say 2016 in the recording...this is not the right date)
Here's the facts:
You mother bought it for you she even dipped it in the wax
You said, "I won't open this until we all meet again." And we all thought
That sounds like fun 
But by the end of January you had sought your end at the barrel of a gun

I don't know much but I do know that I would rather 
Have you here than all the songs that I just know you'll help me write.
I don't know much but I do hope that you,
if you're ever in a mess and hit that darkness, find someone to talk to.

Everyone was there and there were many many pictures and memories of you.
Everyone we used to hang out with, everyone you knew.
Was there anything else that you could do to get us all here, smiling laughing just like then
Your friends and family miss you and they'll never be the same again.

I spoke to Adam, he said I haven't spoken to him in a while since I had a couple kids
But you know a couple days ago I think Franklin did.
Oh Frank, was there anything you saw, any kind of sign.
Well, that's an answer he took to his grave and a question that I'll probably take to mine.

I don't know much but I do know that I
Would rather have you here than all the songs that I just know you'll help me write.
I don't know much but I can say that you,
if you're ever in a mess and hit that darkness, I'm someone to talk to
If you're ever in a mess and hit that darkness, well I just hope you'll make it through.

Joshua

She tries to tell him that rock is dead and he says, "rocks are inanimate objects"
He tries to take her back into bed and she says, "I don't need any more projects"

And it's never enough as you know you are looking it now
His head is adhered to the stratosphere while feet are attached to the ground
And it's stranger than strange when 'estranged' becomes 'the stranger'
When you've changed out of range and you don't sense any danger 
well there's never enough of it

He makes a plan and can't stick to it and so she leaves again in the morning
She packs her bags, she hangs up the phone and leaves without any kind of warning

And it's never enough as you wait and  you wait for it now
Your feet are adhered to the stratosphere your head just smashed into the ground
And it's stranger than strange when 'estranged' becomes 'the stranger'
Like you've changed out of range and there's never any danger 
and you can't get enough of it

L'Etranger

Woke up yesterday morning feeling so damn fine 
Except for the thought I can't erase - once again, your face -
running through my mind
Then I looked outside and noticed; I looked not far away
In case you hadn't opened up your eyes the sun came out today

And I'm feeling fine
I'm feeling like the first time
your memory doesn't hurt me anymore
and I can't rewind, can't look back in retrospect
because I know that there's a place for you somewhere
but that place ain't in my heart no more
Finally found out what this is for.
This old city's dead to me:
Feeling good, Miss Flannery.

Walked outside the other day and I smelled you in the air
When I catch a little glimpse of something on the ground and I just can't help but stare
In a moment all has vanished, but the vacancy doesn't return
So I know it's about time for me to pack my bags and drive without return

Because I'm fine I finally found the first sign
And I know that nothing matters anymore
And I won't rewind,  can't look back in retrospect at all the
mountains of neglect that piled up around our door
I don't need to remember anymore
I'm not done yet
Can't look back with a regret
Feeling good...

And I've felt like this before
And I've never wanted anything more
Never seen a face a like yours

And I'm feeling fine 
I've finally found the first sign
I know I can't remember anymore
I won't rewind, won't look back in retrospect.
because I know that there's a place for you somewhere
but that place ain't in my heart no more
Finally found out what this life is for.
Your love is dead to me:
Feeling good, Miss Flannery.

Lake Olympic Love Song

Temperature's climbing
Waters are rising
We either burn up or we drown
Senators lying
Parents and Children they are dying
There's no respite to be found

Are we gonna make it
Through all the hatred
Or is this "Rome begins to burn"
Planetary Erosion
Value Implosion
All the tides begin to turn

It's time to rise and shine and fight
We got to take it back tonight

Discourse

I literally wrote this song as I sang it. It was 100% off the top of my head, and is probably not great. I wanted to test the ability of the iPhone to record via voice memo app and the upload from the iPhone.

Farmer Chords and Folklore

There's a car in the garage now
No one drives it anymore
An old convertible Beetle
From '74.
The ignition switch is broken, I think - 
At least I know it doesn't start;
It needs a brand new carburetor,
but it's not a pricy part.

And it seems like it's a metaphor for us
We're just letting it all fall apart,
We've hopped right off the bus.
But it wouldn't take much to fix it
If we truly wanted to
And we could get back home to me and you.

There's a little boy between us
he's asking for a 'sandwich hug'
So I look at you, you look at me,
You give a little shrug
And we squeeze next to the kitchen island
The top built out of reclaimed wood
And he's smiling, and you're laughing, 
And I think life is pretty good

And that little boy, he's a little piece of us
And we love him now with all our hearts
Even through the tantrums and the fuss
And I'm going to keep on trying
The way I know best to do
And get back home each night to him and you.

Everything has changed now
For no reason but it does
The leaves turn brown
The rivers flow
The fenders go to rust
But the spring brings back the flowers
A little work brings back the shine
And the saying goes that all things heal in time

So let's keep painting the trim 
On our little city house
Let's talk about our future
Let's not give the fire a douse
Let's speak of moving off to England
If that's what you want to do
Because you know that everywhere is home with him and you.

(This song just poured out of me today, and it's only the second time I've adhered to theme this year :-D This is also my first attempt at simultaneously recording guitar and vocals using mics in GarageBand, so critique about that is welcome.)

Everywhere Is Home

This song's dedicated to everything completely fucked
Sending out a signal hoping you'll wish us good luck
This song's pretty serious so don't you get me wrong
This song doesn't make any sense (exceptions for your songs)

While astrophysicists sit and ask "Why"
Morals, Justice, Equality die
You have boarded the bus to nowhere
26 Quarters short of the fare

Too much rhinoplasty and one too many facelifts
Botox for Mick Jagger, collagen Keith Richards' lips
Tired of the pay-to-play we're sick of genres paid
By the corporate sponsorship of Mobil and Minute Maid

So water writhing in agony burns
Focus not on the point of return
Six days and seven nights to regret
Undo that world that isn't made yet

Botox For Mick Jagger

Just wanted to make this. No reason other than it struck my fancy.

Mexico by CAKE - a lo-fi ukulele cover

They say that ripples on the river are infinite
But that's just plain untrue
Well, it must be proved if it's written in a book
That must've been one I haven’t flipped through
And how do you know the author speaks the truth
They say the stars will shine forever in the sky
But that may not be so
Because to me the world ain't looking very good
It seems like we are all losing control
We got to take a look outside and I've got a telescope

I've been chasing
I've been running round the bend
Well, I've got three aces
But I'll fold on this hand.
I've seen hatred like there's
No goddamned end
I wish I was an astronaut

I know that sometimes I've seen that river run dry
That's just the way things are
I've been labeled as a pessimist
I never was one to wish upon a star
Never saw the point in chasing something that damned far

I've been chasing
I've been running round the bend
Well, I've got three aces
But I'll fold on this hand.
I've seen hatred like there's
No goddamned end
I wish I was an astronaut

I’ve had too much, I’m floating away
Riding the cusp between the night and the day
And I don’t know which way I’ll go
I’m drifting off into outer space
Just to see if I can get away from this place
And my oxygen is running low

They say we’ll meet again somewhere up above
In a better place

But...
Who’s to say that we can’t do that right here with some grace

(I Wish I Was An) Astronaut

Savor everything I am
Saving up just for someone
Keeping everything I can
Watching out just for someone

Tears from the sun
Tears from the sun

Peeking right over the edge
Peaking well before we're done 
Chasing stars over the ledge
Watching out for number one

Are you having fun?
Are you having fun?

Because I can't hold out for anyone
Fallen, just like the Mir space station

Are you having fun?

Tears from the sun

Tears From The Sun

I cannot be defined by the clothes I wear
First, you know, you have to care
I cannot be defined by the car I drive
Which gets me there, keeps me alive.

So judge me if you think you're sure
You that say you're so damn pure
I'll just have to show all of them
How music is my seraphim.

I cannot be defined by the schools that I attend
Before you break you've got to bend
I cannot be defined by the company I keep
Losing them is a price to pay that's far too steep

Take your high your mighty view of man
Contain me in a box if you think you can
I know it's not up to them
Music is my seraphim

You can take a look across the street
You think you've got it and know the path that they've all walked
But you can't see two feet in front of you
You can't hear over your own talk
So we take a bow 
At the very end of the show
And then what's left for us
Where do we go

I cannot be defined by the songs I sing
I'm hoping feelings I can bring
I cannot be defined by any of the words you say
The places I've been that have made me this way

It's a choice we make every single day we can
To live our lives to the fullest we can bring
That's how we show all of them
How Music is our seraphim

Music/Definition

(This song is not yet complete...but enjoy!)

Oh wishing for a life less ordinary
So just want to be extraordinary
Time isn't something easily regained
Life just keeps slipping away
And the times we separate rejoin returning once again
Leaning in figuring out this space we're living in
A little understanding goes along way down the path we roam
And so when you gonna come back home

Peace seeking out a quiet space to rest
Release chasing away all of life's regrets
Making the most out of what remains
Space still the same and it eases the pain

And the moment is important but which one is most of all
And we're all gonna die one day so best enjoy before we fall
It's a little morose and a little verbose but that's how it's always been
And so how we gonna switch the scene?

Verbosity

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