Nice work again. I like the gentle movement of the guitar in the verses. Nice use of tacets too!

"Everything's familiar except myself." great line- actually so many strong and powerful images here.:)

@jtr_saw_2019: well, I wrote this song in a moment where I was trying to figure out exactly who I was becoming. A lot of emotions were involved so yeah, it might sound raw haha thank you <3

I like how you vary your guitar sounds and leave it out in parts too. Also it sounds like you're in a really nice acoustic space! Good natural reverb (or so it sounds anyway). Really enjoyed this one Paula!

YØUNG (Demo)

Lyrics:

Open up my eyes to this new life
and I wait for a signal to step outside.
And who I was is waving goodbye
and now there's this empty space to fill up.

But I'm happy here 'cause no one told me how to feel.
But it's quiet here like they're waiting for something to steal.

It's a strange feeling, standing in this new place.
Everything's familiar except my face.
It's a perfect healing, standing in this strange place.
Everything's familiar except myself.

I'm taking back my side in these trying times
and if I learn to stick together, I will rise.
'Cause who I was will come back
and all of these bruises will keep me intact.

But I am confused, 'cause no one taught me how to lose.
And I can blame it all on you but you can blame it on me too.

It's a strange feeling, standing in this new place.
Everything's familiar except my face.
It's a perfect healing, standing in this strange place.
Everything's familiar except myself.

But I'm happy here 'cause no one taught me how to feel.
But I'm happy here 'cause no one told me how to feel.

It's a strange feeling, standing in this new place.
Everything's familiar except my face.
It's a perfect healing, standing in this strange place.
Everything's familiar except myself.

But I'm happy here 'cause no one told me how to feel.
But I'm happy here 'cause no one told me how to feel.

Familiar

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

"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.

Familiar

Paula Varela

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