Sometimes you feel divorced from everything, like everyone is going about their lives but you’re just watching from afar.  Written in 1995.


Something To Liken It To 


A table with a name scratched deep,
A window pane thick with dust
Unwoken from an endless sleep,
All moving joints seized with rust,
Here is something to liken it to.

A garden choked with weeds and thorns,
A cobweb hangs across a door,
The pathway is so overgrown,
Since no one has been here before,
Here is something to liken it to.

It’s not about keeping up,
It’s not about giving up,
Time is standing still 
While all around it moves so fast,
People growing far apart,
Here is still trapped in the past.

In perpetual eventide,
A newspaper on the chair,
A faded photo on the side,
Unopened letters on the stair,
Here is something to liken it to.


Image taken by CJW

Something To Liken It To

I have been writing songs on and off over the last 30+ years. In that time I’ve filled a couple of exercise books with quite a bit of music. I do my best with a very simple recording set up, the songs are all recorded using my 29 year old Washburn guitar and GarageBand on my iPad with a cheap mic in my front room, usually with a cup of coffee. And some biscuits.

Something To Liken It To

Christopher Joseph Wallace