Feb 2, 2009

Some days the muse plays coy with me.   Actually, almost always on the second day of these things she does.  Or especially when I can distract myself with other things most of the day since I don't have much else to do.   So, I spent the day writing sporadically and sometimes assiduously even.  The important thing is inspiration doesn't seem to be hitting is to just keep trying.  A few lines that dribbled out but seemed to mean nothing to me today:
There was a rabbit in a field.
There was a wolf at the door
There was a turtle in the road
There was football to score.  
I think I was playing around with fables and ideas of innocence vs. things that hunt with teeth until my mind swerved towards the Superbowl there for a moment.    In the end though some of those ideas still found their way into the song tonight.  Ultimately it came down to picking up the guitar and letting myself sing a little.  I was tired by that point... The words "Oh My heart" just jumped out.  I liked 'em.   I stuck with them.   Here's what happened more or less after that.

Oh my heart, my heart
Doesn’t seem to know it’s part
Doesn’t seem to know it’s part
Anymore
Oh my heart, my heart
Doesn’t seem to know it’s part
Doesn’t seem to know
What to look for.

Thinking beauty is kind
It kissed a pretty girl
My heart thought it had had its day
But wearing skin just like a sheep
Beauty left its marks fang deep
And my heart, it just barely got away.

Thinking eyes were it’s goal
It found a pair true blue
My heart thought is had set it’s ship to sea
But when storm clouds overcast
It was too lost to drop the mast
And my heart, It barely clung to the debris

Thinking it could use some space
It went up to the sky
And found an angel next to the moon
But she had her own harp to play
So no music did they make
And my heart, it was left to singing it’s own tune