how you left it to be.m4a

   I haven't posted a song in a while! I have so many that I'm going to try and record, but this one I wanted to record and post as soon as possible; I'm kind of proud of it, even though at the same time I dislike it -the self-inflicted curse of songwriting. It's supposed to be the theme of a short movie I'm working on, but that's not even close to being done yet, so for now, here's the song! (Constructive criticism much appreciated!) 
Lyrics:

Walk to a place
Down in the rain
Drowning in plain old everyday
Pockets and a tired face
Just go along
Ignoring that empty space

Places, things
I can't recall
Done with it all, in a way
Breathing through the empty days
Just go along
Dig deeper a hiding space

'Cause things have a way
Of falling into place

another song from my experimentation with the kind of stuff i want for the hazel's house soundtrack. this one is less terrifying--it coincides with the initial drive through hulcastle and the kids' first view of goddard manor so there's a little snippet of a theme that will become hazel's in there. i actually did this one with a metronome so it sounds like maybe it has a tempo! 

Found a cool setting on my keyboard and had a mini-jam session. Enjoy...

Lyrics:
(1st verse) 
Let me feel you lift me to our closest star
  Let me steal you like the precious thing you are
  Stony gazes make my colorless skin crawl
  Passing through phases, our only hope is to evolve

(2nd verse)
  We put our hopes and dreams on a rocket ship to Mars
  It’s closer than it seems, the future’s not so far
 You’re watching Venus rise, I’ve never felt so low
  No though escapes the mind, no light escapes the soul

(chorus)
 All I want is to burn through your black hole eyes
Pray don’t close your eyes, look to the sky and I’ll show you your first blue sunrise

(3rd verse)
 Come off the ceiling, you know you’re making me feel low
  Home’s just a feeling, and it’s one I cannot know
  Ten thousand liar’s words have left me on my own
  Build me a pyre of pale and shapely bone

(chorus)
 All I want is to burn through your black hole eyes

The glow of the lamplight illuminated her face
As she worked diligently on her essay.
Not small minded
But small
She scratched away with her pencil 
Leaving traces
Smudges
On the paper.
Finally 
The 
Clock
Donged.
Her face lit up with excitement.
The girl put down her lined piece of paper,
That looked like a jail for words.
She took out
A piece of blank paper
Creamy 
White
And began to write.
"The glow of the lamplight illuminated her face..." 
 

Make myself a new messiah,
"Trust me," I say- they know I'm a liar;
some good old-fashioned bloodletting,
you take it back- I'm not forgetting
that time they told me I was dirty-
              dirty?
Little birdie,
far too wordy,
                      quite upsetting.
It wasn't long before it worsened,
hateful, pithy little person-
can't explain why my shows are all booked;
you say they're mad- I say they're hooked
and maybe just a little crazy-
             crazy?
Slightly lazy,
eyes are hazy
                      since I first looked.
Burn this copy; new revision-
tripping on my tunnel vision;
dark and gritty, avant-garde,
cannot swallow- much too hard
if you've ever stopped to listen-
            listen?
Twisted vixen,
pavement glistens
                              with glass shards.
The shades are drawn; the light is darkened

They put me in a system that my people can’t escape
Just because my people don’t blend in, just because of their skin
They say “ make America great again”
It’s tough because they can’t see it through a black lens
They give us commercials to wear the latest trends
When they wear it it’s lit, but when we wear it it’s ghetto
But when a black person gets shot they lay low
They don’t want to think that a person that looks like them would do that
So they lie to everyone and say that we were strapped
They ask us questions about the shooting that are irrelevant
To make us look like the bad guy, well, that’s how the message is sent
Poor white guys are too ignorant to see the apparent
They’re put in a system, too, just with a lighter sentence
So I got a question, why is February the only time I learn about my heredity
While we lie to kids and teach them about good white guys like Santa and the tooth fairy