Songwriting

I can write essays and short stories ten thousand times easier than I can write songs. With stories the pages seem bigger. Accomodating of puddles. While songs are bony protrusions. There’s no room for excess padding. And as a woman with a historical propensity towards excess (see: alcohol, see: bulimia, see: Adderall), the honest scrape of poetry makes me wince some. Winsome? Yes. I believe that’s better.

Anyway, I started writing this song last night. Instead of inserting the phrases as pre-clipped (usual method), I let myself cast a wider net of words to begin with. Tell an actual story. My brain works better in wide berths. And so I let it. Instead of telling it off for being an ass. That will come later.

I also walked around my apartment strumming while the melody came. Which seemed to free up some trapped sediment.

The following are the particles that fell.

SONG TITLE:

“Not The Same As Lonely”

V1

When I wake up in the morning, all I think about is you// you’re the static on the radio, the line I can’t cross through// start the clock and brew the coffee, close my eyes inhale for two, and out for six// but did you want me, did you want me 

CHORUS

I’m alone, but that’s not the same as lonely// I’m at home, but that’s not the same as fine// I’m the bones inside this godforsaken monument of life// I’m alone, but that’s not the same as lonely

V2

Wanna twist your stallion curls around my fingers one more time// rest my head upon your chest while Father Misty drinks his wine// give me one last sixty seconds with the moss green fireflies inside your eyes// but did you want me, did you want me

BRIDGE

I’ll let you tell me that I’m pretty// then disappear inside your mind// the tidal wave that claims my city// when all you had to do was try

CHORUS :II

to 

V1 :II

Thank you for being here. If you know of any good cheap microphones for recording vocals please let me know. As you may have deduced, assistance is needed in this department.