sometimes there are no fine lines between dreams and reality
I’ve got nothing
You want
But I’ll hang out
And haunt
Let me pretend
Open eyes
Live a dream
Deepest sighs
Sadly we wait
For sun
You’re impatient
You run
Come on in
Sit awhile
I’ll believe that
Plastic smile
~and this is the part, this is the part, when D switches to A into G, this is where the chorus goes, an anecdote to make it all better, to shine about a light of hope, this is it, this space right here, but we stand silently in the shadow of our fading histories, neither one ofus want a dead dream, sadly the chords go from minor, to sharp, to flat…oh god, not an Eminor, not an Aminor, this chorus ends us, ends the dream and back into thus reality, I’ll drown in those tears, without fighting for air…without taking a breath…..
i've sat with a guitar in my lap and a notebook on my knee...and tried to write a song that would give me some closure...but when your head stays in the fantasy, you'll never find the back of the book
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Stay away from the minor chords for christ sake.......and everything will be fine right? Unfortunately that darkness descends down the fret board until we are relegated to play bar chords in a s****y punk band all by ourselves. The only silver lining is that little number at the front of the stage with a mohawk and a killer body...maybe everything will be alright after all, at least for the moment. This is a fave of mine...I love it.
Stay away from the minor chords for christ sake.......and everything will be fine right? Unfortunately that darkness descends down the fret board until we are relegated to play bar chords in a s****y punk band all by ourselves. The only silver lining is that little number at the front of the stage with a mohawk and a killer body...maybe everything will be alright after all, at least for the moment. This is a fave of mine...I love it.
wow... powerful, poignant, evocative... excellent wordcrafting. sadly true too that we cannot find closure until we are ready to face the end of that particular book.
I really liked the like song insert there. as a guitarist it was a nice touch that reminds me of my musical roots and how it all ties into writing and art and beauty. well done, very powerful
Seems finding that perfect chord, that perfect touch, is like trying to find a walking breathing angel on earth .. always trying, always looking; but surely it has to happen, some time, some day 'Let us soar ~ Help me pretend' ..
'when your head stays in the fantasy, you'll never find the back of the book' .. those are the phrases that stay in my mind .. what your poem says is thought wrapped in fine but sad words, somehow, to me - your note says it how it really is.