Demo for my song "Someday will I find my peace"

-- Lyrics --

Sirens ring out
Before they retreat
Aint no reply
'xcept the dead heat
Ive grown so tired, so tired, about everything
Someday will I find my peace

I've Been down that trail
Seems everywhere it leads
Tried to defy
everybody
Now i'm just tired, so tired
That I can't hardly speak
Someday will I find my peace

Birds and squirrels may hide
Among them burrows or the trees
But there ain't no place to hide
For me
When I'm reminded, ..minded
Of who I couldn't be
Even now, how it keeps me
From sleep

For them years are not kind
No not in the least
I can count them on the furrows of my brow,
Each line every crease
How long, indeed
'Till I find rest, my rightful seat
Someday will I find my peace,
Good Lord
Someday will I find my peace

Someday will I Find my Peace (demo)

Hi all, So I wrote a song about my hometown San Jose, CA. For those of you who don't know about San Jose, it's a city a bit south of San Francisco in the silicon valley. I was just thinking of how a lot of things in San Jose are named after mercury, like the newspaper "Mercury News", or the "Almaden Quicksilver Park".

For a bit of history, in the gold rush in 1849, San Jose was an important for its role as a cinnabar mining town. Cinnabar was refined to get mercury (AKA quicksilver), which was used to separate gold from non-gold particulates. At the time, this was a really great source of wealth for the city. However, looking at San Jose today, the gold rush is mostly forgotten and we are just left mostly with the consequences of mercury contamination in places like the Guadalupe river and Almaden lake.

Overall, I think the song is a reflection on the impermanence of life and wealth, in contrast with the longevity of consequences and legacy. Overall I'm pretty proud of this song. There are some super great guitar parts my friend played, and I think there's something very Western, American, and San Jose-ey about the song.

Lyrics:

-- START OF SONG --
Consume me spirit of the 49's
to carve across the land and the sands of time
I'm striking out for the west in my U-haul car
gonna cross the sierras and the stars

Oh river of gold roll through the days
I ride the union train in your cinnabar veins
but now the ground beneath me starts to shake
I drink the poison wine in the quicksilver lakes

Oh San Jose, you city, you just can't wait

-- CHORUS START --
Oh, San Jose you city on the bay
You can't leave your past behind off the Capitol expressway
San Jose you city going fast
don't you know all things are gonna pass you even living on the fast lane
-- CHORUS END --

San Jose, you city without rain

I hear the mission bells ring through to the seas
down where the western dream meets its destiny
but these golden gates just cannot take that weight
Lord please take this fate or is it just too late

Mercury, you god of commerce and deceit
flowing down though the barren creeks and the market streets
and just like your fields of wheat, you gotta sow and reap
I see the asphalt blister in the midday heat

Oh San Jose, you city on your feet

(CHORUS GOES HERE)

So will you heed
The greyscale men in flash
and the shadow in the valley they cast
of the curse, the first and the last

Oh San Jose, you city, will it last

(CHORUS GOES HERE)

Oh San Jose, may winds of change just blow down the weather vanes

--END OF SONG--

San Jose

One of my good friends recently passed away after being dragged away from the shore by a wave during a fishing trip.

I wanted to write this song to talk about the "certainty" of tragedy and injustice in life, remember a constant friend, and reflect on my mortality and faith. I hope the song brings people some kind of encouragement or beauty.

Arranged by The Second Narrator (https://soundcloud.com/jeremiah-sun)

Lyrics:

Well the early morning water
always seems to run so cold
Seem this cup be covered in the flow
But you're as certain, certain, as a California road
in the curtain of a deep Nevada snow

Well the kings they have their jesters
while the nobles hold the courts
It seem nobody get their just recourse
But a friend, a friend, is such a strong rapport
like the tie of a three fold cord
like the tie of a three fold cord

Well some are standing on the waters, some are stranded on the shores
Well you were more of the independent sort
Yet a friend, a friend, is such a strong support
Like a stone hold an open door
Like a stone hold an open door

Well now them church bells are a'ringing
like a bird without a wing
and nobody know what tomorrow brings
But the winter, winter turns real slow into the spring
like the waves return the currents to the sea

But someday life's gotta fall
just like typewriter bars
or the chords of my martin guitar
And we're all, we're all
just wanderers of the tide
on the rocks by the water's line

Well ain't no rain, ain't no rain
when you're high above the clouds
still we wait for dawn to fall upon this town
But my friend no need for shame
or even proper name or noun
you know we'll meet some other time around

And you're as certain, certain, as a California road
in the curtain of a deep Nevada snow

isaaclo123

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