7 posts tagged “garageband”
Lately it's been heavy
all my friends have been in trouble by the pound
And they're spread out
and there is only so much of me to go around
Asking how things are going to go is like asking, "What's the shape of water?"
The condition is not the process is not the outcome is not the aftermath
Lately it's been harder
to stay present and not drift too far out of reach
What keeps me focused
is knowing the moment has so much to teach
Asking how things are going to go is like asking, "What's the shape of water?"
The condition is not the process is not the outcome is not the aftermath
The shape of water depends on the shape of the container you carry it in
The shape of water depends on the shape of the container you carry it in
The shape of water depends on the shape of the container you carry it in
The shape of water depends on the shape of the container you carry it in
Am9 Fmaj7 Dm9
Don't start a rumor
Don't listen to talk around town
Show good humor
And act up when life looks down
Dm9 Em9 arpeg
Me, I never built my world around them
Not that my reserve remained unspent
Gave me something beautiful to long for
Gave me something to learn to repent
I never built my world around them
Not that my caution spared me pain
Gave me a cushion for my landing
Gave me some kind of understanding
Amaj9 Amaj9/F# Fmaj7 E/D
We're just boys
We're not from another planet, are we?
So let's go be hearty
I'll teach you how to talk to girls at parties
Dm9 Em9 arpeg
You, you never made it look that easy
To open up the lines of communication
Sending out a hailing frequency signal
Flawlessly field a shore-leave situation
You never made it look that easy
To get that it was way beyond me, chum
Getting me sum was more than addition
Getting down the ins and out of tradition
Amaj9 Amaj9/F# Fmaj7 E/D
We're just boys
We're not from another planet, are we?
So let's go be hearty
I'll teach you how to talk to girls at parties
Am9 Fmaj7 Dm9
Don't start a rumor
Don't listen to talk around town
Show good humor
And act up when life looks down
I believe in engines you can calibrate with instruments
I believe that we should have found a way to unite
A way to harness large forces to our tiny desires
I overshot you
I overshot you
I'm out of your orbit
I'm not better for it
I overshot you
I believe in politics (just enough so I don't get sick)
I believe in the better world despite what I been told
I believe everything possible will come to be in time
A day will return when I am yours and you are mine
I overshot you
I overshot you
I'm out of your orbit
I'm not better for it
I overshot you
This home I inhabit is just an unlikely hovel
Instead of my long-hoped-for science fiction novel
I believe in afterlife (others' memories no pearly gates)
I believe nighttime prayer cuts my long-distance rates
I believe that we should have found a way to unite
A day will return when I am yours and you are mine
I overshot you
I overshot you
I'm out of your orbit
I'm not better for it
I overshot you
outside my orbit so sweet and eyelashy
reel me in, capture me, invisible tractor beam?
How could something so far and so tiny
send out a signal via subspatial finery?
Some undiscovered clause in the laws of physics?
Any observer could see
the gravity between you and me,
pocket Venus,
and the universal expanse
between what's beneath our pants,
pocket Venus.
I draw you close to me,
I see you dim and recede.
I chart a path to escape,
I feel you breathing down my nape.
Do I believe in elements, what their presence drives, or put my trust in everything on which artifice thrives or maybe split the difference, see both where my eyes fall upon the world I find you in, where you can hear my call? There's two kinds of north that I know exist, but I never knew for certain until we kissed. Sure as my feet travel straight and not slew, one north's magnetic and the other is true. One north's magnetic and the other is true.
Science says the magnetic kind, it is found and freed by lines of force from the iron ore that spins beneath our feet.
Geography requires the true kind to hinge on accord of straight-line mappers, boundary keepers, travelers and that sort. There's two kinds of north that I know exist, but I never knew for
certain until we kissed. Sure as my feet travel straight and not slew,
one north's magnetic and the other is true. One north's magnetic and
the other is true.
(You know I don't usually rhyme, but one thing inspires to do it this time: the feelings I'm feelin' when we're together, winter through the autumn, whatever the weather. I know that you feel the same about me and you know that my plan's to be about we and I keep it on lock so that we can be free and you hold it down till it's me that you see. I'm the needle on the compass and I used to spin. You used to listen to me talk, I made you laugh and grin, but now I'm navigating straight to you through thick and thin just like a star and I'm'a ride until I see you again. You got me catching the vapors and seeing inner visions, firming up my plans, positioning for decisions, blocking out days on my calendar. That's my mission till it's time to set it off like we was nuclear fission.)
(written while watching Mia and Jonah on Dec. 16th at Prism Cafe;
demoed at home on New Year's Eve with help from Gori Do, GarageBand, an M-Audio
Keystation 61es and a Logitech USB headset)
