In the way the snow swallows the sound- your songs have so many poetic lines -there are hundreds of songs here.

Hot damn, this is a solid song, Kent. It definitely has the East Coast sound I've come to know and enjoy (thanks for that), and echoing pretty much all @user-453682133 said about the lyrics. My fave is the recurring refrain, "fire, water, wood, and wine". Excellent work here.

The lyrics of this are beautiful and filled with loss.

Wow! Ditto that about the words - it captures and keeps attention and imagination straight from the opening line throughout.

What I really like about your poetic writing is that it's never predictable. So, you're just waiting for the next phrase to hit you with beauty before you've had time to fully take in the previous one.

So well constructive, clever lyric and cool tune in perfect harmony. Very moving.

SONG A WEEK 2022 (some of these chords are wrong-soz)

WEEK ONE- 09/01/22

PROMPT: SOMETHING NEW 
C.                                                                             F
LIKE STEPPING OUT BEYOND THE STARS AND PLANETS
AND SWIMMING UNDER WAVES AGAINST THE FLOW
ANOTHER WORLD AWAKENS IN MY BEING 
F                                                            G
ONE I THOUGHT I’D NEVER NEED TO KNOW 

LIKE LIVING IN A MIND’S WELL OF CONFUSION 
CAVERNOUS IT’S ANXIOUS DEPTHS BELOW 
THIS PATH THAT LEADS AWAY FROM ALL I’VE TAKEN 
ONE I THOUGHT I’D NEVER NEED TO KNOW 

  
F                                Am
AND IT’S HARD TO BELIEVE 
F                         G
THIS IS REAL TO ME
Dm.                                                             G
SOMETHING NEW I NEVER COULD CONCEIVE 
DM
SOMETHING NEW
G                            C
LIVING WITHOUT YOU 

Bb                                                                            Eb
LIKE FALLING FROM THE PEAKS OF HIGHEST MOUNTAINS 
THE ROCK ON WHICH I BUILT MY HOUSE MY HOME 
TO FIX MY EYES ON ALL THAT IS TOMORROW 
Cm                                                                          F
NOW FILLED WITH DAYS I NEVER KNEW I’D KNOW 

Bb                                                                Eb
AND YET THE ECHOES OF AN ANCIENT SINGING 
RISE ABOVE THE RUBBLE AND THE WOE
CALLING STILL THE WEARY DESPERATE TRAVELER 
ON AND ON TO WHERE WE NEED TO GO

SOMETHING NEW WEEK 1 22

When i was 18, 19
And you were 19, 20
I lost count along the edges of the falling leaves
You were coming quickly
And it was going easy
Time passing was the last thing we needed

Love, it got along x2
Falling leaves in the setting sun
Love it got along

When I was 19, 20
And you were 20, 21
We had no idea what was coming
We had no idea what was going on
It was getting old
You were something new
I was looking for something to hold, thought I could hold maybe on to you 

Love, it got along x2
We’ve been holding on so barely, and barely holding on
But love it got along love it got along.

So I wasn’t what you wanted
Better as I was, or what I’ll become
Why does everyone hate me now
I’m 20, 21

Something New - Song a Week 2022, Week 1

Time to lay years down to rest
Parting like a passerby
Walk past everyone to find
Fire, water, wood, and wine

Leave it all as lonely ash
This is what promise becomes
So burn and wash the left behind
With fire, water, wood, and wine

And all along
There’s curling smoke in place of song
On the ceiling of the living room
Suppose I should be leaving

Here among the falling
Everything and anything
Only saved if kept in mind
But fire, water, wood, and wine

And all along
The coast that I grow up on
The way that water keeps its cool
Suppose I should be leaving soon

And all along
There’s nothing wrong, there’s nothing wrong
In the way the snow swallows the sound
Suppose I should be leaving now

Leave it all as lonely ash
This is what promise becomes
So burn and wash the left behind
With fire, water, wood, and wine

Twenty Two - Song a Week 2022, Week 2

Standing In The Doorway (#543, 220115)

I never did enjoy vacation
Too much free time freaks me out
Some people seem to strike a balance
I never could quite figure how

The rope I need to climb a mountain
Is plenty long to hang myself
And there's somethin' 'bout just standin'
In the doorway between heaven and hell

Standing in the doorway with one foot either side
Could go either way it's gettin' hard to see the line
Tryin' to see the future but it's still to soon to tell
Standin' in the doorway in between heaven and hell

When it's midnight at the crossroads
There's one train headed south
Another's racin' off the iron
One last chance to turn around

Where the point of no return is
Probably anybody's guess
I keep watchin' from the doorway
But I haven't seen it yet

Week 03 - Standing In The Doorway (220115)

Copyright Erin Wolf 2022
Week 2 Prompt: Twenty-Two

you can feel good at 22 if you want to
i feel alive at 35
wanna age like betty white
she made it to 99

you can feel like a king at 8
but you will have to wait
‘cuz the queen still gets her kicks
at nearly 96

doesn’t matter if you’re generations
x, y, or z
alpha or the greatest
or even boomers, see
it takes us all to make this
ol’ world go ‘round
so whatever your age
just live it anyhow

i don’t care if you tiktok or twitter,
or instagram
facebook or myspace
where tom is still your friend

opportunity could knock at 44
53 or even 61
maybe you’ll make it at 17
or somewhere in between

doesn’t matter if you’re generations
x, y, or z
alpha or the greatest
or even boomers, see
it takes us all to make this
ol’ world go ‘round
so whatever your age
just live it anyhow 

doesn’t matter if you’re generations
x, y, or z
alpha or the greatest
or even boomers, see
it takes us all to make this
ol’ world go ‘round
so whatever your age
just live it anyhow 

so whatever your age
just live it anyhow

Whatever Your Age

WEEK TWO 16/01

PROMPT: TWENTY TWO 
KEY:F

1.MEET YOU AT THE STATION
PLATFORM NUMBER 22
I'LL BE WEARING FADED JEANS
MY PALE PINK JACKET, WHITE SHOES
LEAVING EVERYTHING I 'VE ALWAYS KNOWN 
TO RUN AWAY WITH YOU
MEET ME HERE ON PLATFORM  22

WHERE THE WORLD MEETS TOGETHER
THE POOR AND THE FAIRER
THE RICH AND THE AGED
THE WEAK AND THE WEATHERED

WHERE THE STENCH OF THE DIESEL
KISS THE HISS AND THE HEAT
THE ONCE- IN- A -LIFETIMES CARVED
IN THE OLD TIMBER SEATS

2.MEET YOU AT THE STATION
PLATFORM NUMBER 22
I’LL BE WAITING FOR YOUR HAND TO HOLD
ONE HEARTBEAT MADE BY TWO
WE WILL SET OUR SIGHTS ON DAYS TO COME
WRITE THOSE SONGS SUNG BLUE
MEET ME HERE ON PLATFORM 22


3.MEET YOU AT THE STATION
PLATFORM NUMBER 22
BRING YOUR OLD GUITAR
THAT STRAP YOU FOUND AT THOSE MARKETS NEAR THE ZOO
WE'LL REWRITE THE TUNES OF ANCIENT DAYS 
AND WE’LL  MAKE THEM SOUND BRAND NEW
MEET ME HERE ON PLATFORM 22

Twenty Two

Copyright Erin Wolf 2022
Week 3 Prompt - Standing In the Doorway

Note about the song: First song written with covid. Bit of a ramble on this, hit record and just ran with it. It was a challenge to try to focus on something a bit more structured. I'm honestly just glad to have been able to get this out. Be well, friends. 

mmm, mmm, mmm

the fog is closing in on my mind
the virus spreading through
having one hell of a time
my joints are aching and
my body's feeling low
but i know i gotta keep my 
head held high for
those else in tow

mmm, mmm, mmm

i see my daughter as she
doesn't say a word
just keeps her focus high
and she sings like a bird
i know i gotta meet that 
perch up in the air
and i know i give my blessings
for every 'nother new day here

mmm, mmm, mmm
oh woah oh, oh woah oh, oh woah oh

i know that this will turn out
the way it's meant to be
but let me tell ya something honestly
i'm surprised that i'm not 
feeling lower than hell
i'm glad for everything 
i been through 
leading up to this spell

mmm, mmm, mmm

so i'll let the fog have a minute
then i'll come back, too
and i'll just pray that
i find another day with you
and maybe at the end of it all
there'll be a knock and I'll see you
standing in the doorway
just welcoming me through

mmm, mmm, mmm
oh woah oh, oh woah oh, oh woah oh

'til then i'll just sit here
in this small room
and thank my lucky stars that 
i'm probably not facing my doom
i'll just sit here patiently
and keep on keeping on
and i hope that i'll have 
another day to write another song

mmm, mmm, mmm
oh woah oh, oh woah oh, oh woah oh

oh woah oh, oh woah oh, oh woah oh

Another Day of Covid Haze

Copyright Erin Wolf 2022
Week 4 Prompt: We Win

Trigger Warning & Song Notes: Contains mature themes relating to mental health, suicidal thought, and overcoming alcohol/drug addiction that are inspired by true stories. Second song with covid - well on the mend, and thank you for the well wishes over the last week. Glad I was able to put this one together.

baby girl climbed down the stairs
to meet her daddy at the bottom
it had been a long, hard day
working down at the docks

she saw the lines on his face
were deep and full of sorrow
she said, "we'll try again tomorrow, daddy
maybe then we'll win"

so they pulled out a cool treat and toasted 
under the light of the harvest moon
carrying away with giggles and 
everything they could fit onto their spoons

at the end of the night
daddy said, "baby girl, time to tuck on in"
"and who knows, maybe tomorrow,
maybe tomorrow, we win"

but what daddy couldn't show
he was holding on for dear life
and what baby girl didn't know
she'd become his last lifeline

as her feet climbed up the stairs
he went down to the basement
there on his desk lay the bottle, and the pills,
and the gun with the trigger looking right back at him

and he sat down, buried his head deep within
his beat-up hands, he began to cry
he threw the bottle and threw the pills into the night
and stashed the gun away hoping that it would hide

'cuz what daddy couldn't show
he'd been holding on for dear life
and what baby girl didn't know
she'd become his last lifeline

oh what daddy didn't show is that
he'd been holding on for dear life
and that night, baby girl became
his last lifeline

years down the road daddy was still clean
and baby girl full-grown
and one day he looked at her and said,
"do you even know what you mean to me?"

"oh, baby girl, do you remember all those years ago 
when you said tomorrow we would win?"
well, baby girl, we've been winning all along
and it's thanks to you we've come this far"

"'cuz what I couldn't show
is that I was holding on for dear life
oh and baby girl 
you'd become my last lifeline"

then baby girl said, "daddy i knew you were 
holding on for dear life
that's why I knew that I had to become
your last lifeline"

Last Lifeline

Week 5
 Prompt: Used to think it was

1.
I was waiting at the bus stop
Just got off a train
Caught the morning ferry ride
Left home at 5am
Sat beside a friend of mine
I hadn’t seen in ages
The swell was high and silver skies
Put us through our paces

CH
Used to think it was sunshine
Used to think it was  joy
But it s ending in sorrow and storm clouds
Tho I had yearned for much more


2.
Deep beneath the harbour
Held with our dreams
Breaking creaking cracking boards
Lonely stony seas
Should we speak of lovers lost
Long for their returning
Could we dive into the night
Oh how are hearts were burning 

Used to think it was sunshine
Used to think it was  joy
But it s ending in sorrow and storm clouds
Tho I had yearned for much more

Silver Skies week 5

If the Kremlin wanted to kill large numbers of people it should have done so with starvation sanctions and proxy militias like a civilized government.

Fashion has moved on since the early 2000s, you savages.

Reading by Tim Foley.

Twenty Two - Song a Week 2022, Week 2

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