I know you are all on egg shells waiting...
I made this tonight. It's not awesome, but it's not shit either. With your help, it could be better.....
Add to it! Who is up first?
There's nothing left Beneath that dress The sinners and the soldiers Look the same to me these days
Look in my face Look in my eyes The first to look away Holds something I don't need to
Know you to love you anymore To know you is to know I don't know Anything about love
Look in those homes That line our roads The strangers waiving coded signals I don't care to read
Just hold your breath And raise your feet We pass the cemetary Full of corpses I don't
Know you or love you anymore Cause to know you is to know I don't know Anything about this life
It's hard to separate who I want to be From the man that shows up half in the bag When cutting corners I just count to three And never see the bruises that I leave Behind
To know you is to love you best There's nothing left beneath that dress this is a vacant home
This one really captured me tng. I like to hear these things as a story that the narrator is telling me about a life. Sometimes that narrator is struggling to find the words or tunes to tell his story, so he unwraps the song one line at a time
and this narrator is discovering that he doesn't know anything about love and doesn't know anything about life... the cemetary is looming up. And the story -- the story is how this narrator is realizing that the house is empty and there's not even anyone in the dress... maybe he just got dumped... and is seeing the bruises for the first time...
or maybe not...
I'd like you to compose the sound track for my one-person show. i.e. 7-10 minute bits, interspersed with songs like this one ...