Just wrote another song, so I guess this is the last one of the year

FinsburyParkCarrots

It's meant to be an understated, whispering acoustic song, with a sort of "Julia" feel:

They said, “Look on the shadow ground,
Look up and see the sun,
And count the statues on the mound
To gods old battles won.
Know your eyes are made of dust
And dreams are made of clay”,
But I wasn’t blown away,
No, I wasn’t blown away.

They said, “The people that you loved,
And held the day they died,
Can never have their spirit proved:
You speak from fearful pride
To cling to heaven, feigning trust
In some salvation day”,
Still, I wasn’t blown away,
No, I wasn’t blown away.

I know nothing of the light,
I’ll speak the truth and say my way
Is black and blind
I feel from tomb to tomb.
But in the silence of the night
Between the pathways and the play
Of wakeful mind
I feel I’m going home.

They said, “The stars will peak and fall
And shape the space with graves,
So, come to nothing, one and all,
And know that nothing saves”.
I said, “If Nothing saves, it must
Be what, no man can say.
Then I can’t be blown away,”
And I won’t be blown away.

Spunkie

What cha gonna call your song? Kinda has that "If I had a rocket launcher" momentum to it. Well done. Wished I could hear it.

FinsburyParkCarrots

I'll record it tomorrow, I think! It won't be called "Blown away", though. It's called "Wakeful Mind."

deadnote

its not to late you need to write more

trade in the sadness i feel

for a different flow