Lovely winding snakey melody, and your gorgeous voice wraps effortlessly around it, a perfect balance of sweetness and malice. The lyrics are pretty good too! A++ :-)

Your voice is impeccable on this, as are your lyrics. Fantastic.

I love how mysterious these lyrics are - I feel I could have several different experiences listening to this song on different days.

Your voice is such a subtle and perfect delivery to this sonic vehicle. Me gusta.

@synbluey-i: aww thank you so much! Loved that particular line about knives&guns :)

I really like this one - the chorus repetition of all the "everys" just works really well :)

YØUNG (Demo)

I've tried my best to leave 
But then you see 
She wouldn't let me go
She locked the door and flushed the key
and screamed oh no you don't 

I pay my dues the rent her cigarettes
She has every cent I own
She even takes the car and brings back
always empty

So tell me why  
You treat me  
So unkind, all the time
And screaming oh and no 
I'm leaving
But you're still here
And I'm still stuck
Putting up with your shit

I keep saying it will be okay
But she keeps driving me insane
There's no way I can bare this shame
So I'll just sit and hide away

So tell me why  
You treat me  
So unkind, all the time
And screaming oh and no 
I'm leaving
But you're still here
And I'm still stuck
Putting up with your shit

Mr. Tom Porter

I can't thank James enough for sending me his unused song ideas list (and also Tamora, for mentioning this list!). I laughed until I cried, and it inspired me SO MUCH. I hope I did justice to your idea!
Also, MY ENTIRE FAMILY IS SICK. I HAD TO RECORD THIS SUPER QUICK BEFORE I GET SICK TOO. I'll do it better someday. Winter is being really cruel this time lol.

lyrics: 

He's got the world on his eyes,
he's got every inch of you on his mind.
The evolution of a lie,
his heart is a weapon, the aim is your smile.

The bloodstream on his veins
is almost made by your silhouette.
The kind of beauty of your name
is his religion, the fire and the flame.

Words will never be tamed,
this is the kind of love that'll take you
and you won't be the same.
One by one on his lips,
you're left with a knife in a gunfight
you'll never win.

Every song is a heartbeat, he can't resist
to your love. Now you're making him exist.

He's got a perfect work of art
whenever you're wrapped around his arms.
But you should see him in a crown,
it's almost too good to take him down.

The bloodstream on his veins
is entirely made by the words you say.
And when you touch it starts to rain
gold from the ceiling, now you can't escape.

Words will never be tamed,
this is the kind of love that'll take you
and you won't be the same.
One by one on his lips,
you're left with a knife in a gunfight
you'll never win.

Every song is a heartbeat, he can't resist
to your love. Now you're making him exist.

Every song is a heartbeat, he can't resist.
Every kiss is a tragedy when you're not his.
Every touch is a catastrophe if you're not near.
Every song is a heartbeat now that you exist.

Every song is a heartbeat, he can't resist
to your love. Now you're making him exist.

anatomy of a poet

"This Is Not A Song" (191208, #308)

This is not a song no it's a credit card
Plastic with a hologram and a watermark
Good to fill the tank or empty out a shopping cart
The perfect silent partner to finish anything you start

This is not a song it's a new pair of shoes
Laces in a bow lily white and baby blue
Waiting in their little box patiently for you
Ready to walk anywhere do anything you wanna' do

This is not a song no it's a pack of smokes
Light one up and take a drag feel it in your throat
Toss 'em with a matchbook or a lighter in the pocket of your coat
You got a secret weapon now hit the road and go for broke

This is not a song it's an IOU
Not green or gold just a pledge from me to you
Still workin' out what it's worth if you want the truth
May not buy you anything but it sure wants to

Week 50 - This Is Not A Song (191208)

Don't Meet Your Heroes
SAW 1919  20
A  co-write with Eric Sharp

Don't Meet Your Heroes (Song a Week 2019/20)

Inspired by the book Underland by Robert Macfarlane. "Are we being good ancestors?" Photo by Dave Bunnell (Creative Commons) Lechuguilla Cave, New Mexico, United States.

Wish I had more time to add more instruments, but my in-house lead guitarist was installing things in the kitchen so we get to hear his power tools instead. Seemed somehow apropos.

Honey believe me I’ve been down there
Down in the womb of the world
It’s a beautiful terrible lot to bear
Down in the womb of the world

Rivers flowing
Down in the womb of the world
Fungus growing
Down in the womb of the world

Honey believe me . . .

Miners and scientists
Fossils and toxic waste
Secrets and labyrinths
twisting through time and space

Honey believe me . . .

Ice and fire
Down in the womb of the world
Bones and barbed wire
Down in the womb of the world

Honey believe me . . .

Treasure and tragedy
Evil and ecstasy
Visions and memories
Discards and discoveries

Honey believe me . . .

Dancing figures
Down in the womb of the world
Ancient whispers
Down in the womb of the world
Anthropocene
Down in the womb of the world
Ancestors, we 
Go down in the womb of the world 

Honey believe me we’ll all go down
Down in the womb of the world
And this terrestrial ball will still go round
With us in the womb of the world
down in the womb of the world . . .

Womb Of The World

It's up to you

Wrote this song driving home last night (12/14/19).  Played the keys and sang it a dozen or so times and mixed it up tonight.  Wanted something familiar built out of odd-ish sounds... with a harmony here or there.  Enjoy!

More truth than I'm used to
I need a muse I won't lose
I once had a flame
I never say her name
She came to my shows
She tasted like hope
She died in a vow
Anyways anyhow

A heart needs a heart
To beat on when it's down
And a heart needs love
To shout out all around
Now it's all over town
Anyways anyhow

More truth than I'm used to
No beautiful words
Unfinished metaphors
all over my floor
She's gone and she's happy
So I'll take the bow
Anyways anyhow

It's wicked to dream
He breaks her heart
Some sunny day
they grow apart
But most of these tunes
They tend to assume
One day she'll resume
as my pretty muse
More truth than I'm used to
I need some of your lies
Right now
Anyways anyhow
Anyways anyhow

Anyways Anyhow - Marty Shutter

Copyright 2019
All Rights Reserved
Photo credit: Morgan Harper Nichols

Piano & Vocals: Erin Wolf
Lyrics & Music: Erin Wolf

I'm hiding in
this dark place
hoping for justice and grace
never felt this low
don't know where to go
so I hide away
hide away

all the safety I'd known 
is stripped away
I feel that we've hit the bottom
only up, up and away from here
can we face the day
can we face the way
up and out of here
of this tomb
that we've consumed

all these holiday lights
are gleaming bright
but I don't feel the joy tonight
I feel, I feel
alone
cold
when will it end
when will I feel again
when will it end
when will I feel again
again

The Darkest Night

Here the summer 
Feels like winter 
And  Hope is hard to find 
When I’m under neath 
The weather 
And life is marking time  

See the bustle 
In the city 
And the trams that run the line
Hear the hustle 
And the heartbeat 
I keep stepping out of time 

Walking/fighting against the traffic flow 
Swimming against the undertow
Running against the wind that throws
Pushing against the crowds below 

Wishing upon a dying star 
Dreaming away the days afar
Longing to know just where you are
Tracing  along  each deepest scar

dying star SAW 19

kind of a singer/definitely a songwriter.

anatomy of a poet

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