I have almost nothing to share that’s the equal of this song anyway. It fills me up. This morning, I woke up feeling like I was going to explode with words. But regular life interrupts and here I am. Heartbroken. Committed. Burning. It’s okay to burn.
I would like to start by saying that I am not drunk. I actually went to sleep, and woke up at 2 am. Now it’s 3:30 AM. Nothing is bugging me. Nothing is stressing me. I have a great life. Great family, a job that is demanding but also important. Great friends. I have money, […]
Voted for the savior when I turned a man He kicked my ass and killed my plans Ended up a slave that’s been beat too much But I stay with that guy even when he’s covering up Born in the USA Born in the USA Born in the USA Saw a nation dying hard, […]
Writers, wrongly or rightly, wish they were able to compose songs. The highest goal of a writer is to make someone feel at all what they might during the meanest moment of the worst song. Capturing music in written form is difficult. But it is possible, as long as you don’t forget that to get […]
Ha! No, not a sea of words this morning, hiding under a vague, somewhat-unrelated and overly-long title. How about music instead? This is my friend WilderSoul’s rendition of an old poem that I wrote, back when I engaged in such frills as poetry. I am deeply humbled that someone would want to sing one of […]
Salman’s Coffee Made of Flame Oh dear I have a large coffee And a spinning head full of thee And red earphones and a book Some silky words and a killer hook This is what I think When I am deep in drink This is where I am today On a […]