Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Don't Let Me Go (song #109)

Don’t Let Me Go

Projecting 
Everything I keep 
Rejecting 
On to you
It seems my demons still have work to do 

Expecting
Everything to change
Neglecting
Promises
That I made when we were kissing

Don’t let me go
Even when I’m walking (pulling?) away
(Even) when you don’t want me to stay
You don’t let me go

Wondering
If Im alone in this
Thundering
All at you
When I don’t know what else to do

Numbering 
Every flaw in my lines
Shuddering
At the thought
Of all the strings I’ve tied into knots

Don’t let me go
Even when I’m walking (pulling?) away
(Even) when you don’t want me to stay
You don’t let me go

Even these words might be me hiding from the truth
Still even at my worst I know I’m lost without you
When it’s all said and done I’m just trying to break through
We both have walls that keep me from you
I just need to break through
To you

Don’t let me go
Even when I’m walking (pulling?) away
(Even) when you don’t want me to stay
You don’t let me go



© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Friday, December 20, 2013

Here Now (song #108)

Here Now

Nothing changes
Nothing stays the same 
Nothing makes me feel
The loss - the shame

Sometimes I hear
Sometimes there’s only silence
Sometimes I can only guess
Just where the time went

I am here——
Now
Balancing on the edge
All the fear——
How
I can’t get it (you?) out of my head
Here now

Everything changes
Everything stays the same 
Everything makes me feel
The loss - the shame

Every time I hear
Every time there’s only silence
Every time I can only guess
Just where the time went

I am here——
Now
Balancing on the edge
All the fear——
How
I can’t get it (you?) out of my head
Here now

Here now
While I’m waiting for you to return
Here now
While my heart just burns
Here now
I needed you to stay
Here now
I need you every day

I am here——
Now
Balancing on the edge
All the fear——
How
I can’t get it (you?) out of my head
Here now

Nothing changes
Nothing stays the same 
Nothing makes me feel
Without you here now

© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Saturday, December 14, 2013

All's Fair (song #107)

All's Fair

Stack up all the blocks in my life
Just to have you knock them down 
Put all the pieces (facing) forward
Just have you turn them around

All's fair in love
And I can't get enough
I hate that I broke your heart
All's fair in love
And I can't get enough
It's been that way from the start

Break down all the walls in my life
Just to have you build yours tall
Brick by brick mine came down
Then you took them all

All's fair in love
And I can't get enough
I hate that I broke your heart
All's fair in love
And I can't get enough
It's been that way from the start

This wall is only here 
because you raised it
And you won't let me tear it down
And the truth that you fear 
You won't face it
You just can't stare it down

All's fair in love
And I can't get enough
I hate that I broke your heart
All's fair in love
And I can't get enough
It's been that way from the start


© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Sunday, December 8, 2013

Lift Me Up (song #106)

Lift Me Up

I've been holding out for a while
Afraid of the storm that makes me smile
And I've been longing for your touch
To bring me back to what I need so much

I've been hiding behind your eyes
Afraid to get out from under the lies
And I've been longing for your love
To see me through and lift me up

Lift me up and let me go
Take me away as you hold me close
'Cuz what you have to give I need to know
Lift me up - lift me up

I’ve been lost inside your voice
Afraid to listen past all the noise
And I’ve been longing to stop losing all this ground
Only you can keep me from burning out

Lift me up and let me go
Take me away as you hold me close
'Cuz what you have to give I need to know
Lift me up - lift me up

It's a sin to not reach back
When life’s reaching for you 
It's a sin to not reach back
When fate’s sending you a sign

I've been holding out for a while
Afraid of the storm that makes me smile
And I've been longing for your touch
To bring me back to what I need so much

Lift me up and let me go
Take me away as you hold me close
'Cuz what you have to give I need to know
Lift me up - lift me up


© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Saturday, November 30, 2013

Only You, Only Me (song #105)

Only You, Only Me 

This is no pedestal I put you up on
You inhabit the space above me
This is no remembrance of love's battles lost and won
You chase all the demons from me

And in that fragile moment
Just between before and new
The space between us melts away
As I am bound with (to?) you

Something in the way you smile at me
Lifts me up - let's me believe
Something in the light that shines in your eyes
Picks me up - and I can touch the sky
There is no mystery
There's only you - only me

This is no spot light I'm shining on you
You radiate around me
This is no claim of what love cannot do
You open me up to breathe

And in that precious moment
Between hope and now
And all the shadows giving way
And nothing brings me down

Something in the way you smile at me
Lifts me up - let's me believe
Something in the light that shines in your eyes
Picks me up - and I can touch the sky
There is no mystery
There's only you - only me

I can still recall the first time you were around me
I can still recall - recall it all

Something in the way you smile at me
Lifts me up - let's me believe
Something in the light that shines in your eyes
Picks me up - and I can touch the sky
There is no mystery
There's only you - only me


© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Thursday, November 21, 2013

Meant To Be (song #104)

Meant To Be 

I cannot take away what you fear
When you don't hear what I've said
And I cannot make anything better
When together you're in my head

Everything that comes and goes
Leaves me flat - God only knows
What was meant to be
What you've done to me
Is nothing new I should have seen
What this was from the beginning 
Wasn't meant to be
What you've done to me

You don’t let me in like you used to
I cannot do what you require
You don’t have the heart to push
The rush of this desire

Everything that comes and goes
Leaves me flat - God only knows
What was meant to be
What you've done to me
Is nothing new I should have seen
What this was from the beginning 
Wasn't meant to be
What you've done to me

You'd rather not be honest
It makes it easy to run away
You'd rather just pretend
That everything's ok

Everything that comes and goes
Leaves me flat - God only knows
What was meant to be
What you've done to me
Is nothing new I should have seen
What this was from the beginning 
Wasn't meant to be
What you've done to me

© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Sunday, November 17, 2013

I Held On (song #103)

I Held On

I held on 
For so long
Still you ran away
I held on
For so long
Now your here to stay
I’m falling down
But turned around
Still you run away
I’m falling down
But turned around
Now you’re here to stay

There is nothing like a moment of insecurity
To open you up to what you believe
There is nothing like a moment of letting go
To open you up to what you really (already?) know 

I held on 
For so long
Still you ran away
I held on
For so long
Now your here to stay
I’m falling down
But turned around
Still you run away
I’m falling down
But turned around
Now you’re here to stay

(There is) nothing like a darkened shadow
To help you finally see the light
There's nothing like the morning sun
To cast away the darkest night 

I held on 
For so long
Still you ran away
I held on
For so long
Now your here to stay
I’m falling down
But turned around
Still you run away
I’m falling down
But turned around
Now you’re here to stay

Build up all these fences
Damn the consequences
Just to tear you down
Build up our defenses
Pushing so relentless
Just to be unbound

I held on 
For so long
Still you ran away
I held on
For so long
Now your here to stay
I’m falling down
But turned around
Still you run away
I’m falling down
But turned around
Now you’re here to stay

© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Saturday, November 9, 2013

Hit And Miss (Song #102)

Hit and Miss (Patterns) 

Stretch me thin
I will not break
You’re not my charge
For goodness sake

Sad you can't 
See (your) vision through
(But) It's not on me
This is on you

Patterns are not hit and miss
Yet you'll always miss
Dancing around the truth won't change this
You can't change this 

Nothing learned
And so it goes
This is not pure
No one grows

Hide behind
Your past mistakes
Blame the facts
Blame your fate

Patterns are not hit and miss
Yet you'll always miss
Dancing around the truth won't change this
You can't change this 

My world doesn't stop on your dime
My world doesn't turn on your time
You never see me - stop calling me blind

Patterns are not hit and miss
Yet you'll always miss
Dancing around the truth won't change this
You can't change this 


© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Sunday, November 3, 2013

My World On (song #101)

My World On


Whisper across the sea
(Whisper) across oceans of time and space
To hear your voice again (one more time?)
Just to see your face

Even the smallest of things can remind me of your heart

Turning my world on it’s edge
You still turn my world on it’s edge

Dance across the shadows
Across (all) my (distant) memories
To feel in you in this space
To know you’re here with me

From something so unrelated I can tell you are near

Turning my world on it’s edge
You still turn my world on it’s edge

This wound cannot heal
This loss cannot end
This wish cannot appeal
This heart cannot mend

Turning my world on it’s edge
You still turn my world on it’s edge


© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Sunday, October 27, 2013

Standing Tall (song# 100)

Standing Tall

All these scars they give me focus
But I don't learn from my mistakes
All these tears like pools like oceans
Turn me back no matter what it takes

Drowning
In regret
Falling
I forget
Longing
To turn it all around

But I am standing tall
I am standing tall
Through the looking glass
Through it all
I am standing tall

All these memories they give me pause
But I have never liked to wait
Results don't justify the cause
Closing doors but opening gates

Drowning
In regret
Falling
I forget
Longing
To turn it all around

But I am standing tall
I am standing tall
Through the looking glass
Through it all
I am standing tall

Turning
My world on its edge
Turning 
But cannot forget
Turning
Towards what's ahead

Drowning
In regret
Falling
I forget
Longing
To turn it all around

But I am standing tall
I am standing tall
Through the looking glass
Through it all
I am standing tall

© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Sunday, October 20, 2013

Better Than Me (song #99)



Better Than Me


Even if all your hopes and dreams are wrapped up in the here and now
One day you will step out - take off - even if you don't yet know how

So many moments up ahead
(So) look forward not behind
(And) every one of them is precious
So no regrets - heart, soul, or mind

You should be better than me
You should be better than me
Take all my mistakes and set yourself free
You should be better than me

That path that is less traveled is not your only road
What matters is you make a choice; move your feet - forward - go

So many moments up ahead
(So) look forward not behind
(And) every one of them is precious
So no regrets - heart, soul, or mind

You should be better than me
You should be better than me
Take all my mistakes and set yourself free
You should be better than me

All my regrets should not be yours
(And) My walls not your closed doors 

So many moments up ahead
(So) look forward not behind
(And) every one of them is precious
So no regrets - heart, soul, or mind

You should be better than me
You should be better than me
Take all my mistakes and set yourself free
You are better than me




© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Monday, October 14, 2013

Approaching Song #100 and The "Kitchen Sink" Jam

When I began my latest songwriting journey (write at least one new song every week without fail - and no "through away" or "silly for the sake of silly" songs) I did not really know where it would lead me.  I suppose that was part of the point - an uncertain goal, a process, a new creative path - but at some point I started to look back and wonder, "so, now that I feel more efficient and direct with my writing, now what?"

About 10 weeks or so in (I began on January 1st, 2012, if that matters) I realized that there were other creative elements and processes at play.  For example, is it enough to just write the songs?  What about recording?  Performance? The truth is that I am not sure.

The fact is that I have a vision in my head for all this, but I have not been able to fully bring it to life.  Yet.  It seems to me like all the songs are also tied to my new performance rig.  I'm looking for some way to not just create a new song, but also record it and have it ready for performance. Otherwise it somehow feels incomplete.

And this concerns me.  And not just because while I feel very close to having the rig to the point where it can do what I need it to do live, or in the studio, and I can soon begin to move from the "design/build" phase to the "practice/use" phase, it's still taking so long.  Every week another song written, but except for releasing the lyrics (I started that when my dad passed away this summer - go back and look for an entry called "Open" for more), it's not "out there" as they say.

And they need to be out there.  Not so much because I feel that they are great - I have honestly no idea - but because it feels like they are not being given their due in the full creative process.  Just like an instrument needs to be played, not left in a case; songs need to be more than written, they need to be heard.

And yet the process is so time consuming.  As efficient as I have become, it still takes time. And the resources of my heart, soul, and creative stamina.  So I run out of energy past the writing stage it seems.

Maybe that's why the live rig is so critical to me.  If I can get it working as needed, and if I can practice enough with it, and if I can get it to interface well with my studio and cameras and such, then perhaps I can move past to the next stage.  At least that is my current goal.  I think.

I've put markers up for myself numerous times.  At 10 songs, at 4 months, 6 months, 50 songs, a year...you get the idea.  But except for a couple of one-off, simple, mostly piano/voice performances, none of these songs (currently 98 of them) have been given their time to shine.

There is nothing wrong with the piano/voice by the way, it's just that my "vision" has so much more.  I am throughly entranced by the notion of really pushing the singer/songwriter paradigm, and the rig is the key (at least it appears to be at this time) so the more I write, the more behind I feel.

I could just stop writing and focus entirely on the rig.  Get it up and fully running.  Make it perfect for what I need before adding yet more material that I may never get to release as it all piles on top of itself. And sure that has been a thought that has crossed my mind several times, but it feels wrong.

Wrong because one of the key elements - perhaps the key element - to the rig design is the notion that technology should not be the part that rules the creative process.  So stopping my writing for the sake of what is in many ways a technology issue - granted a complex one - feels way too hypocritical.

But the other reason is that while both the songwriting and the rig are very much truly each a part of my creative process, they are in fact not the same strand of it.  As much as it would free up time, stoping the writing for the rig (or vise versa) will not actually do any good.

So I move on.  Mostly this entry has been a rant, but it has been cathartic, and useful, and therefore worth it.

In the coming days I think I will be able to make the rig "gig ready."  I even plan to make a few small videos capturing my experimenting with it in these early stages.  No idea what the music will be, but the textures should be pretty cool.  And complex in some ways - sonically, if not musically.  "Everything but the kitchen sink," if you follow me.  And maybe even that too.

More soon...

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Forever (song #98)

Forever

I loved you from the start
With all my soul and all my heart
My story only makes sense when you turn the pages
The truth is I tend to forget
Turning your trust into regret
But sometimes we turn our backs on what saves us

I'll beg, borrow, and steal your love

One love
Two hearts
Three words
Forever

I suppose I take you for granted
Forgetting to sew the seeds I planted
I just know I like getting lost in your garden 
I'm still stunned by your embrace
The peace of mind - you're a vision - a grace
I put up walls but you never let them harden

I'll beg, borrow, and steal your love

One love
Two hearts
Three words
Forever

I'm a better man because of you
I'm a better man because of your love
I'm a better man because of you
I'm a better man because you don't give up
On me

I'll beg, borrow, and steal your love

One love
Two hearts
Three words
Forever




© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Sunday, October 6, 2013

Parallel (song #97)


Parallel

I'm traveling on down a parallel line
A path you were on
But now it's my turn this time
Round and round on a carrousel of time
A path you were on
But now it's my turn this time

Looking forward and back in equal measure
The time we lost and the things we treasure
Everything new feels like I've been here before
But last time it was you opening the doors 

I'm traveling on down a parallel line
A path you were on
But now it's my turn this time
Round and round on a carrousel of time
A path you were on
But now it's my turn this time

I realize that life is like a prism
Reflections can give you more than you give them
No one ever can see all the light
The colors may change but they all burn bright

I'm traveling on down a parallel line
A path you were on
But now it's my turn this time
Round and round on a carrousel of time
A path you were on
But now it's my turn this time

All these steps are lessons learned
Moths and flames and bridges burned

I'm traveling on down a parallel line
A path you were on
But now it's my turn this time
Round and round on a carrousel of time
A path you were on
But now it's my turn this time



© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Sunday, September 29, 2013

I Need You (song #96)

I Need You

Everyone knows that nothing is the same now
Still I'm looking deeper to try to understand how
And why I can't seem to just let go
I'm holding on to what I I know I can't know

I need to feel your touch
I need to see your smile
I need to know you still need me too
I need to hear your voice
I need to hold you close
I need you 
I need you
I need you

There's a grace that I'm still reaching for
Like a quiet whisper through a closed door
A knock - a fragile glimpse of what I knew
And still missing the comfort of you

I need to feel your touch
I need to see your smile
I need to know you still need me too
I need to hear your voice
I need to hold you close
I need you 
I need you
I need you

I'm not dwelling on what I can't control
(But) You're not here to keep me balanced
I'm not sure I know how to fill the (this?) hole
Left from you left up to chance

I need to feel your touch
I need to see your smile
I need to know you still need me too
I need to hear your voice
I need to hold you close
I need you 
I need you
I need you

Every day brings back everything that was
Still it's so hard for me to rise above
I still like to lose myself in what was you
Letting go feels like the wrong thing to do

I need to feel your touch
I need to see your smile
I need to know you still need me too
I need to hear your voice
I need to hold you close
I need you 
I need you
I need you



© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Sunday, September 22, 2013

Alive (song #95)

Alive

If we align
All the lies
We shine a light
And we're alive

Let go the things you can't control
Dig deeper to the bottom of your soul
Push away all the things you can't know
Release your fear - let it go - let it go

If we align
All the lies
We shine a light
And we're alive

Face the fate you choose to take
Live the faith - the leap you make
Trust the heart - the love you make
Commit from the ledge as you skate

If we align
All the lies
We shine a light
And we're alive

Why must everything be so encoded
For the last one in before the room exploded with light?

If we align
All the lies
We shine a light
And we're alive

Let go - dig - push - release 
Face - live - trust - commit
Alive - alive - alive
Alive - alive - alive


© 2013 by Richard Maxwell
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Going Home...Epilogue

Well, let's start off by admitting that the likelihood of me every having a real epilogue to anything is highly doubtful.  I never seem to be able to close the book on anything, much less something of this sort of magnitude emotionally.  Ok.  So....

The truth is that while there feels to me a tremendous weight - a deep responsibility - to do my part to ensure that the memories of my parents and their lives live on I am now mostly struck with a deep sense of gratitude - no, marvel is a better word here - at just how well they did taking care of all of us.  Far more than I appreciated at the time.

Look, I know so much of this is common commentary from people who have lost both parents, but my drive to be open and unhindered in my life (a promise I made to myself not so long ago when Dad passed, that I now see was entirely a remnant of both his and mom's influence - granted it, like so much, took FOREVER for me to see much less accept - on me) perhaps selfishly, compels me.  (Why do I feel this rapidly turning into some sort of strange but wonderful Monty Python sketch?  Anyway...)

Going back for what may be the last time to the house I grew up in I realized that my trepidation had nothing to do with going through everything there.  Had nothing to do with the potential arguments over who gets what.  Actually, the four of us spent most of our time actively trying to see how much stuff we could secretly stick into each other's piles without it being noticed.  Mostly the issue for us all was "how am  I going to get this into my own home without my wife being pissed at how much stuff there is?"  Of course it's a bogus concern as all our wives love our parents and know that the bonds we all have are not just significant, but precious.  The issue was something more subtle.  But I will get to that in a bit...

So there we were.  My three older brothers and I, for the first time (and quite likely the last as well) perhaps ever in the house together alone.  Each room.  Each drawer.  Each closet.  Each memory.  Trying to sort it all out.  Finding much that was expected and much that was surprising.

For example, I had no idea that my mom had been told from a young age by countless doctors that she would never be able to have children due to a number of reproductive related medical conditions. hmmmm.... And one of my older brothers never knew that she was totally freaked about my birthdate and one of my other older brother's birthdate as we were born in the same month and our dates are 2 days apart, the one in-between being the date their first child who died after only two days was born.  Or that they had been considering the name Barry for that child.  Bari if it had been a girl.  Then of course there were the gag gifts that none of us had been aware of, given to our parents, by we don't know who, at various points, whose content I will not go into here.  Some pretty risqué stuff.  Very VERY blue, as they say.

The weekend was blissfully cathartic.  Emotionally draining and up lifting.  Funny.  Dark.  Hopeful.  Happy.  Sad.  But above all else, joyous.

There is only so much you can take with you.  But I feel we all were able to take some things that were no just of our childhoods but of our parents.  Things that instantly take us back to a time when our family was whole.  And yet, I see that we still are whole.  I live too far away to see my brothers as often as I'd like, but yet I know we are close.  There was a time when I prevented that, but it was the most significant wish of both my parents that the four of us be true friends.  And we are.  We are each very different and yet the same.  I see myself as quite lucky to have them.  To know I am lonely without mom and dad but not alone.

I plan to record myself opening up the boxes as they arrive from Ohio.  Going through the items one by one for my own children.  Explaining each's significant and history as best I can.  LIke much of what I do, it's a good bit self indulgent, but at its heart is something more.  This weekend it was clear how much that information and those stories will some day, perhaps, matter.  For all of us, it was the places where we found none of us able to fully identify the details of an item that were the ones that were emotionally difficult.   I may not be 100% successful, but I am going to at least make the attempt for my own boys.  Someday it may matter.  And even if it doesn't, it feels like the right thing to do.

I miss Mom and Dad terribly.  There is a whole in me that will never be filled, but as I said in my eulogy for Dad (it's on here somewhere for those curious - go back the end of June 2013...) it's the spaces that make the line mean something.  Without them there is no real line in the first place.

As I spent time at the house this weekend I also came to the realization of what my real trouble with this trip - this task - was.  No matter how many years passed, no matter where I lived, that place was always my home.  Always.  And now it will no longer be.  It can no longer be.

I still am working through this reality.  Keeping it would be absurd for an number of reasons, but while time does not heal all wounds it does offer perspective and so my sincere hope is that the house will wind up in the hands of another young family. not unlike mine was so many years ago.  The house is older.  It needs some work.  But it is a home.  A wonderful, special, and sacred place.  And now it is time for another family to create more memories and a life there.

I still mourn my parents and I am coming to terms with the fact that I likely always will.  That's not a revelation of any kind - I suspect it's what many people do - but it has hit me stronger than I thought it would.  And for that reason I know this is not really an epilogue, more just a stop along the way.


Thursday, September 19, 2013

Going Home...Again

This one is not musical.  I suspect I've been avoiding the non-musical things a bit lately.  But tomorrow I head back, for a few days, to meet up with my brothers and go through Dad's house.

Weird.  At one time it was my house too.  I was all our house.  I can recall vividly the desire to move out.  The desire to have my own home.  Yet lately I find myself comforted greatly at the realization that Dad never made the distinction.

I know that's all beyond common.  Kids want to move on eventually.  Have their own sense of self - their own space.  It's completely normal.

But I miss Dad.  I miss what I have come to realize is my friend.  How did that happen?  At what point did my dad, of all people, become my friend?  Once of my dearest friends.  How did that transition happen, especially given how messed up our relationship was for so long?  And then of course, why does any of that past matter?  The last 15 years or so were joyous.  Precious.  Limitless.

I miss my mom too.  But it's different.  I carry a lot still when I think of her.  A lot of guilt and shame and regret - mostly because I also carry her love.  But that is another story.

The last couple of months I also find myself angry.  I can accept that Dad is gone.  But I am at times angry about it.  I felt cheated when we lost mom.  But in retrospect, more so because I feel she got cheated.  Unlike Dad, she, among other things, never got to meet all the grand kids.  Selfishly, I'll admit, she did not get to see my get my life together in a real and meaningful way.  Michele, Gray, Tanner.  All of it. Of course then the notion of her looking down on me and so on...but back to going home....

I guess with Dad I'm just feeling like I understood the balance of things finally. The habits of our relationship made sense, and I miss it.  I miss the absurd conversations about why the TV wasn't working.  Or how much the cost of an item in the Arizona grocery differed from the Ohio grocery.  Or the simple ease of a phone call while I'm stuck in traffic to pass the time.

I am not sure how I feel about the impeding sense of permanence of going through the house as the reality of the house moving on to another person.  Another family.  Another life.

But why shouldn't it? I've done the same with countless instruments in the past.  It's meant to be played, not left to hang on a wall or live in case.  Is a living space any different?

I don't know.  Maybe it's ok not to know.  Maybe I don't want to know.  Maybe I am not meant to know.  I just know that Dad was a really good guy.  In the end he was still taking care of me.  Even when he surely deserved to be taken care of himself.  I tell myself it was a comfort to him to know it would be a comfort to me, but even that in the end doesn't seem to offset my continuing anger over his being gone.  It's selfish.  But in an effort to be more open, as I'm mentioned a while ago, it's wonderfully cathartic to confess all this.

I wonder if my journey tomorrow will cast any real light.  Maybe this all just the process. Maybe it just is what it is.  Kinda wishing I could call Dad and talk about it.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Forget Myself (song #94)

Forget Myself


I get no satisfaction
From all these distractions
Seems the more I get
The more I need

This release just winds me up
So much so that I can't stop
Seems the more I know
The less I believe

Still I look to you for something more

Sometimes I forget myself
But I can't blame no one else
So I might cry
Doesn't mean (that) I know why
Sometimes I forget myself
(Just) wanting to be someone else
Hard to find the "I"
In me sometimes

Piled high this gluttony
Full of things I thought I'd need
I can't fill the space
Nothing does it right

Truth is I can't help myself
So I still look to you for help
A yearning every day
A yearning every night

Still I can't be satisfied

Sometimes I forget myself
But I can't blame no one else
So I might cry
Doesn't mean (that) I know why
Sometimes I forget myself
(Just) wanting to be someone else
Hard to find the "I"
In me sometimes

Every step I take ahead
Seems to move me back instead
I know we've talked this through
And I know this isn't fair to you
And every time I fall back
I know it seems that I attack
I'm really just so lost
Too blind to count the cost

Still I lean on you even more

Sometimes I forget myself
But I can't blame no one else
So I might cry
Doesn't mean (that) I know why
Sometimes I forget myself
(Just) wanting to be someone else
Hard to find the "I"
In me sometimes



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