"This One Night Stand Could Stand Just One More Night" (#386-#389, 200817-200828)

 * co-written with Melvin Purvis * 

Buckled up my jeans slipped my timepiece on
Headed downtown to the honky tonk
Goin' where I know I can find a dance and a drink

As I pulled up in the truck I thought I spied
Pretty little cutie with those Monroe eyes
Said a quick prayer she was there lookin' for the same thing

I held the door open and she walked right in
Knowin' how tonight could end

Never mind the same old pick up lines
Just one question your place or mine
I don't even care if we close the blinds
This one night stand could stand just one more night

I went what do you say we grab a cold one for the road
She said you got game but this ain't my first rodeo
Yeah she saw me comin' from my watch down to my boots

Like an old time cowgirl she headed me off at the pass
Every time I opened my mouth she shut me down fast
Kinda' started thinkin' that I bit off more than I could chew

Sittin' there wonderin' how the night would end
When she grabbed me by the hand

Never mind the same old pick up lines
Just one question your place or mine
I don't even care if we close the blinds
This one night stand could stand just one more night

When we wake up tomorrow we can flip a coin
But we both know where this thing is goin'

Week 35a - This One Night Stand Could Stand Just One More Night (200828)

The seventh song from Deconstructed

Solo para ti

Cada que me besa
con esa destreza
sabe cuanto me gusta
su mirada traviesa
Cuando ella me mira
pierdo la cabeza
Baby soy de ti
sólo para ti

You're what I want for me
and I can't go on así
so baby just let me be your man

Ay, you’re the one for me
sabe cuanto me gusta
su mirada traviesa
Ay, tú eres para mí
Baby soy de ti
sólo para ti

You're what I want for me
and I can't go on así
so baby just let me be your man

Deconstructed

Solo Para Ti

Artwork by the amazing Ayelen Molina ❤️

Lyrics:

I feel like I know you, know you from another life.
I think I already lived the moment of looking at your eyes.
And your voice, I heard it before you even made a sound.
I knew you'd be right here before you came around.

And this torture of feeling closer
keeps me here even when you disappear.
The silence that I'm fighting,
is it a dream or am I just pulling all the seams?

If I was a little bit smarter,
I'd wear all my tears as an armour.
You'd say it's ok to feel good,
but it's so far from fine.
Wouldn't take this any farther,
cause losing you is harder.
My broken bones still remember the war
from another timeline.

I'm walking back home, when it used to be your arms.
Every thought of you aches like stepping on thorns.
I hate I can't erase it, cause here I got nothing  to efface...
Just another glass of wine, spilled all over the place.

This torture, I'm at the border 
of saying your name as if you'd even care.
But I hold it till it overthrows me,
and our lines overlap, break a brand new heart...

If I was a little bit smarter,
I'd wear all my tears as an armour.
You'd say it's ok to feel good,
but it's so far from fine.
Wouldn't take this any farther,
cause losing you is harder.
My broken bones still remember the war
from another timeline.

(Say it's ok to feel good)

And I know it's too much
gin and sadness for the heart.
Living in blissful ignorance
(cause it never knew any different)
It's too much to take 
for the hall of fame of late night mistakes...
(gotta be a little bit smarter)

If I was a little bit smarter,
if I was a little bit smarter...

If I was a little bit smarter,
I'd wear all my tears as an armour.
You'd say it's ok to feel good,
but it's so far from fine.
Wouldn't take this any farther,
cause losing you is harder.
My broken bones still remember the war
from another timeline.

(Say it's ok to feel good
cause it never knew any different)

If I was a little bit smarter...
If I was a little bit smarter...
(cause it never knew any different)

Timeline

"IMAOKFUR" (#390, 200901)

RUOK
IMOK

FUROK
NIMOK

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8S242C

L41N14L
SMT2CDN

RSNF4S2B
IMAOKFUR

Week 36b - IMAOKFUR (#390, 200901)

"I’m Ready Now" (#392, 200905)

 * Co-written with Paul McDonnell *

I'm looking for a place to put these chances I won't take
There's no more space the closet's full door's about to break
Gotta' clear some room by throwin' out these broken things
Collectin' dust from dawn to dusk beneath this old box spring

Like the halo that I used to wear, and my broken magic wand
There’s the shoes I never walked a mile in, should have tried those on

Well I’m ready now I’m singin’ it out loud
I'm breakin' free of what I can see I'm better off without
Yeah these nights are long but this ain't about what's right or wrong
It's just about me throwin' out my doubts and I think I'm ready now

My rosy tinted glasses they've been down there for awhile
Next to all the hours I spent wishin' like a child
A clover with 3 leaves it never seemed to grow a fourth
The pedestal that leveled all my lovers to the floor

The first stone that I couldn't cast, the tears that didn't help
Fallin' on the pages full of words I told myself

Well I’m ready now I’m screamin’ it out loud
I'm breakin' free of what I can see I'm better off without
Yeah these nights are long but this ain't about what's right or wrong
It's just about me throwin' out my doubts and I think I'm ready now

Pictures from the past like a movie in my mind
I can change my story when I leave them all behind

Week 36a - I’m Ready Now (200905)

It rained all year
We swam through 94

The fall, I fear
Can't hold it back no more

And gives way
To the winter dead

And gives its best
To an endless summer bed 


After all is through
Starts to drift away
Leaving in its wake


So let it go
Drive out to meet the sea

On a worried coast
Made of fragile strong beliefs


After all is through
Starts to drift away
Leaving in its wake

An empty echo sings
Funerals and weddings
Funerals and weddings


Rain through the leaves damping flowers down
Everything stays never the same
In the year of rain


After all is through
Starts to drift away
Leaving in its wake

An empty echo sings
Funerals and weddings
Funerals and weddings

Violins with broken strings
Funerals and weddings
Funerals and weddings

Year of Rain (Give My Best) - Song a Week 2020, Week 37

This is one of those songs I should really give credits to rhymezone.com for the lyrics. But hey, the feeling is all mine lol.
Picture taken by Ayelen Molina (the place is called Puerto Madero. Buenos Aires, Argentina).

Lyrics:

Said your name,
it shook the ground and it froze the frame.
Caught me in a spiral of regret,
I stood like a mirror that won't reflect.
I tried to run away,
couldn't even make it halfway.
So I'm counting all the reasons I shouldn't stay
or return, but they put me in reverse.

(Ring the bell) and use your heart like a spell.

Now mine is blue,
I'm fading like the ink of an old tattoo.
Heartbreak is a game well played by two,
so if you feel it too, we should go for round,
round, round 2.
I'm longing for your touch like a stone statue,
race against your eyes in the avenue.
So if you feel it too, we should go for round, round, round 2.

I'm overflowed,
my knuckles are white from saying "no".
My white flag is the afterglow
of seeing everything that I love just go.

Fades in the distance, I know what I'm missing.
(It hurts like hell) when you use your heart like a spell.

(Chorus)

Now we're strangers biting the love that fed us,
even saying "hello" feels part of a show.
Now we're strangers fighting the love that gave us
nights in cheap motels, you use your heart like a spell...

(Chorus)

Well played by two...
I'm fading like the ink of an old tattoo...
Round 2...

Round 2

At the time of writing this song, Argentina has been on quarantine (or mandatory preventive social isolation) for 180 days. This song represent almost every thought I had through it, since the beginning when we celebrated birthdays through videocalls with our family and friends and we said "this will be a cool memory to tell our kids" until the most recent ones where rich people are leaving the country because they can afford it and because it feels like it's all going down here, and media covers it like it's the most important thing in the world and most of us just DON'T CARE anymore.
Until a few weeks ago, I hadn't even taken the train this year. The first time I took it, there were officers everywhere making sure you were actually allowed to take it. 
It's not the easiest time for everyone. Our country is split between the ones who support this isolation, and the ones who doesn't. Many political, economical and ideological reasons are in discussion, often forgetting that we're here because there's a virus out there, and some places can't even handle it anymore. It's scary, because you can feel the riot in the air which is the last thing we'd need right now.

Milligrams is the song I've been wanting to write for a long time. An honest song about what it's like to face your feelings in times of uncertainty. Sometimes you just wish you could numb all of them, like when you take a pill for the headache or something. A lot of feelings are several years old, but you know what they say, quarantine is a great time for introspection. I keep remembering my life before this and thinking "will I ever get even a small piece of that back?" Hopefully, I will. In the meantime... take care.

Lyrics:

They got the money, so they can runaway.
I don't get what they think I'd even care.
My planet Earth has been reduced to these walls,
haven't seen the city since long ago.
And we spent our birthdays through videocalls,
it felt cool for a memory to tell your child,
until I took the train feeling exiled
craving the freedom of a hunter running wild.

And it's a weird time, yes, they say it all the time,
like it would make a mend for the trouble in our minds.
And drop bombs on this already lost battlefield,
with the excuse to keep our eyes peeled.
Now I move by inertia almost all the time,
measuring my comfort in milligrams.
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
and our happy smile turns dark mad.

My moral has a double side,
don't look at me like this, yours is just like that.
And I've been screaming at you silently for so many years,
I thought my vocal cords would disappear.
So go ahead and tell me I just need a job,
like it would surgically remove these intruder thoughts.
Cause maybe I've wasted seven years of my life,
but I'm terrified of giving them up.

I believe they're all liars, including me
and that's why I'll never know what I need.
I think they're onto something against us tonight,
but we're hypnotized by this permanent blue light.
And I'm scared of every citizen,
cause when they raise our flag, I know what it represents.
I'm a red button away from calmness...
(Cover my mouth with blissful ignorance)

Now I move by inertia almost all the time,
measuring my comfort in milligrams.
A little bit of this, a littl bit of that,
and our bright smile turns dark mad.

Now I move by inertia almost all the time.

Milligrams

The words of the poet Robert Frost made into a song at the Shetland Songwriting Festival

The Aim Was Song

Before man came to blow it right
     The wind once blew itself untaught,
And did its loudest day and night
     In any rough place where it caught.
 
Man came to tell it what was wrong:
     It hadn’t found the place to blow;
It blew too hard—the aim was song.
     And listen—how it ought to go!
 
He took a little in his mouth,
     And held it long enough for north
To be converted into south,
     And then by measure blew it forth.
 
By measure. It was word and note,
     The wind the wind had meant to be—
A little through the lips and throat.
     The aim was song—the wind could see.

The Aim Was Song

Week 39 #songaweek2020. I really did wake up with this poem ("What did it take . . . shine") in my head, and the other lyrics were stream-of-consciousness afterwards. 

I woke up
With a poem in my head
A deep contented sigh from my soul
Only music
Only thought
Only underlying everything 
Only ever while we sing

What did it take? 
What sun was it that breathed on your skin?
Shine.

Poem In My Head

key C

based on a poem by RUMI and a visit to Van Gogh Live September 24 2020

In this earth 
In this earth  
We shall not plant any seeds 
Sow compassion 
And Rows of love 
In this perfect precious field 
We shall not plant any seeds 
Sow compassion 
And Rows of love 

Love for all  
Is the art of life
Love will save us all
thru these tears we till
the soil we will reap in joy

in this earth

26. the girl with bad karma.
My first EP "the demos" is out now! https://open.spotify.com/album/5HW6gAvQ3LcAqM16ynT1yx?si=EwKDGTw6TQmxxmFxjCrqcQ

(This Silence Is So) Loud:
https://open.spotify.com/track/2dZMZ9pWzo1bmAosxO5WWa?si=mCZc_-GhSJaC8VkQ8jeURA

Like a Kid: https://open.spotify.com/track/3P9DWi9yh66lLQKUoOZgD8?si=HqxH3FICRZuGbyGu6_ijUw

Shaped Like You feat @lossketches :
https://open.spotify.com/track/5ypE55qUIeLFh1ZYX7AbE9?si=TGMWJpTrQmWOF_ppLXF_lQ

Currently writing a song every week on www.songaweek.org

Milligrams

Paula Varela