Showing posts with label getting older. Show all posts
Showing posts with label getting older. Show all posts

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Song #2 For My Concept Album

Oh, you thought I was going to wait six months, didn't you?

Ha HA! Not so fast! Just because I said I was only going to write a song every six months doesn't mean that I was going to stick by that.

Silly you and me!

I wrote song #2 tonight for my concept album, which I have tentatively decided to call, "The Gray and the Blue". Although I am going to be dying my hair soon, so the "gray" stuff will be moot.

I was thinking; the whole "old" topic can't necessarily be a downer. There must be something good about getting older, right?

So, I searched and searched my brain, trying to come up with something upbeat. And I think I did it; at least tonight. Tomorrow, it might look pathetic. But, in my view, tomorrows are things one needs to deal with tomorrow.

So, I wrote song #2 tonight. It's called, "My Front Porch".

The lyrics are thus:

Did you ever see
Clouds alabaster white
Sit down with me
In my front porch sunlight

Pretty new wildflowers
Catchin’ the morning breeze
Well, did you see
Just come here sit with me

So many years
I rushed on by them
Restless thoughts and tears
High-heeled shoes and sleepless nights
And silly useless fears

Sit right here, I’ll fix you a cool
Summer drink
Maybe a pillow
Rest your head, don’t think

Feel the sun warm your face
And fill your eyes
Life is funny
If you miss it, it’ll pass by

So worried ‘bout things
That seemed to matter
My eyes were mostly closed
Every day, I kept getting sadder
And I didn’t know

It’s so much nicer
Here in the amber moonlight
It’s such a good world
On my front porch tonight

© Michelle Anderson 09-02-11

Hey, they all can't be Simon & Garfunkel-like material. I work with the tools that I have. Which consists of my brain and my not-so-nimble fingers, which really are aching right now, because I don't really strum my guitar that often; only when absolutely necessary.

And frankly, it's late, and I need to go to bed. I don't even know what I'm typing right now. So, if you like it, cool! If you think it's lame, well, you're most likely right.

I guess I will find out tomorrow.

And now I go sleepy time. Thank you for your continuing support of the elderly.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Song #1 For My Concept Album

After my snarky post last night (and I have no regrets!), I thought it might be a refreshing change to get back to what it is that I do.

What I do, exactly, is somewhat indeterminable. However, sometimes I write songs.

I've decided to take the "go slow" approach to songwriting. That is, write a new song every six months or so. In that way, I will have my concept album completed in approximately the year 2017. I will, therefore, be age 62, and will have LOTS of fodder for songs that fit my concept of growing older! It's a win-win!

You know us old people ~ we have lots of irons in the fire! We're busy. Busy counting out our daily pills, and trying to get down the stairs.

My one concern with taking six years to complete these songs is that I may become befuddled, and thus unable to form coherent thoughts. You know, sort of like Taylor Swift.

That is the chance one takes, however, when one decides that one is unable to write one measly song in the span of half a year, for God's sake.

You would think, after all that time, that the song would be absolutely FANTABULOUS. Well, I've set my sights a bit lower than that. When you're elderly, you learn to adjust your expectations. I'll settle for "eh, it's okay."

Bear in mind, however, that with the full studio treatment, any piece of festering, rotting garbage can sound exquisite! Again, much like Taylor Swift's songs.

So, without further a-dooo, here is song number one for my concept album, and if you care, or even if you don't (it really doesn't matter, since, as I've learned, mostly imaginary people are "reading" this blog), here are the lyrics:

Things never change
In this rundown town
Except it gets more
Run down

People disappear
And they never come back
And the store windows
Are black

They say why you don’t you go
I say hell if I know
Is it any better someplace else

The devil that you know
Might not give a real good show
But I’ve determined life
Is just like that

I walk down the streets
Of this rundown town
I can close my eyes
And know the way

From time to time somebody goes
Leaves little curios behind
I pick them up
And haul them away

They say why don’t you go
I say hell if I know
It don’t feel like this is my day

The cracks are getting deeper
And my bones startin’ to moan
But I’ve determined life
Is just that way

© Michelle Anderson 08-19-11

I suddenly realized that I'm supposed to include a video here, aren't I? Stupid video blog.

Well, I can't really find anything (or think of anything) that pertains to the subject at hand, so, when all else fails, I like to just fall back on something that I like, so here you go....

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Restless Heart. I realize that Larry Stewart is still out there performing, of course. But really, it's not the same, and it just can't be.

This video is from a time when country music was COOL, and not LAME. And it was still COUNTRY. Us senior citizens still remember that time. That's the advantage to being old, like me. One still remembers when music was GOOD, and not LAME (Oh, I already said that, didn't I? That's what happens....)