from the core
The Harpist
my latest song, wrote it this morning and spent all day working on it. enjoy.
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Plane
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mountains call, breeze take me
I've grown so tired of leaving it be
take my guitar, pack whats on my back
i've got a one way ticket
not looking back
if you should turn,
someday soon
I might not chase the stars
now i'm lost
so lonely too
no person
no place
and if I go you will not know,
I'll melt into the sea
so far away is where i know,
my heart is meant to be.
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Lump Sum
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I find this to be incredibly beautiful. just a thought...
the music of Justin Vernon has really taken a fly by night approach with me. In one moment last spring, I'm happily rocking out to the sounds of jam bands such as Dave Matthews Band. In the next, I find a beautiful song on youtube, Just a man and his guitar, heartbroken. I wanted to cry the first time I heard Justin's song, "skinny love". I kept seeking out more and more of his works, and with each listen, I've grown more passionate about how truly beautiful this man's music is.
He has forced me to not be satisfied with the music I've written that I thought was good. I don't want to copy him, I just need to show my true feelings, the way he has done with his album and ep. I have gone back to the drawing board completely, and am now working on a whole new batch of songs that truly are a commentary on my life as of late, as well as love, friendships, and time.
I hope I can pull this off.
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quiet wood
flowy fingers in green dew
sun came through fanned out toward blue my hand to hand I see into brother, it's there. Seeing sit in silence cutting out, wood to shape it coming now
A dream I had. The ghosts of old fill the spaces of my cold and quiet places...
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Life...a good place to start
Lately, I find life to be messy.
always speeding up, and I have no time to stop and slow down. I guess me getting strep was my body's way of forcing me to take a week to myself. to rest.
The stress all came to a head yesterday. As I'm on the tail end of this sickness, the boys joined me for a backyard show, which was rushed and rusty until the rain finally forced us to stop. I packed up my guitars, ready to just walk away. Someone had asked if I could keep going in the house, and I reluctantly agreed. Taking one acoustic inside and gathering the boys and some chairs, we got down to it.
"Penne, Penne" got us into the right mood, and it soared from there. It was a new day. I looked at the guys and they were right there with me, every step of the way. we were thinking and playing as one. It was beatiful acoustics. We continued for another 30-40 minutes, not wanting it to end, until my voice decided to let me know it was done. I was satisfied and at peace. went back to my home and rested well for the night. all was fine...
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