As The Mercury Rises

Art of Songwriting assignment 4: Poem

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—

Autumn Tint Of Gold

Art of songwriting assignment 5: Translate a song

Hoppipolla

Art of Songwriting assignment 8: Perspective.

I saw a man walking with his son, through the slums of memory lane
He was trying to show where it begun, he was trying to show the roots of his pain
Hold my hand and follow me, he said to his amenable son
He took a knife and stabbed him twice, I don’t know where his love has gone


My daddy took me for a spin in his head, trying to prove that his thoughts weren’t dead yet
Slowly giving up on life but no one would blame him for being so broken over losing his wife
Hold my hand and follow me, he said with a vibrating voice
He took a knife and stabbed my back, oh daddy would you make such a choice?


I never meant to hurt you, son
I never meant to hurt no one.



Parental Advisory Mistake

HVIM Outro

Ladybug - Flassche

Can you find me a God 
Who would listen to what I had to say
Can you find me a God 
Who would help me on my way
 
Would he still hold our hands if we kill?
Would he help pack our bags if we die?
How can we bare this if he doesn’t care?

We don’t need it on toast, or in the fading of a ghost
but I’d rather see it in what we need the most
Will this divine intervention lose its tension and make a stand?

Can you find me a God 
Who would listen to what I had to say

Jacobver