A Musical Update

I've been doing a little songwriting. Three of these stemmed from some jams I had with my buddy D-Mac, and the other i wrote the other day when I was messing around with a capo. I intend to record these as well as a few older songs which were written way back when in the days of my old band, Bonaparte, with both D-Mac and D-Le (www.watermelonmakesitawesome.blogspot.com). I hope you enjoy the lyrics and I hope you will enjoy the tracks even more when the faculties become available to record them.


Picture in Mind
days pass, hours slip by
and i act like i'm fine
but still i cry,
got your picture in mind.

every time i look at you,
i see those things i wanted to do,
but i didn't
and now you're gone.

maybe i'd find someone new,
who wont tear my heart out
and rip it in two, just like you
just like you.

her pale green eyes,
fair freckled skin,
a smile so sweet,
it'll make you think it's a sin to feel this way
like i do.

New Years Eve
"another year."
"same place a different time."
"another song."
"same words, a different rhyme."
but then you saw the light in my eyes
and you knew it would be different this time.

oh, this time of year.

"another chance."
"get to try just one more time."
"old mistakes."
"how twenty years has just flown by."
but you don't need to ask how i feel,
just pass the bottle and we'll make something real.

oh, this time of year.

I Grew a Beard
if i could have my way,
each and every single day
the world would smile bright
and i'd be with you tonight

and we could do the things we want to.

i would take you by the hand and
we'd dance and dance and dance
and when i held you near, you'd say,
"baby, don't you fear...we'll get by doing the things we want to."

The Little Death
it doesn't keep my mind from wandering.
it doesn't tell me when we're through.
it's my companion, it helps me go to sleep.
oh little death, i love you.

just one more sip, tear the cork away,
i'll have a glass if you have one too.
crawl in bed and read our lives away,
oh lonely...shit to feel like you.

what's your name? sounds like a mystery.
i don't know much, but, i'm curious too.
the candle's burnt, so we light the night.
when our flame's out, do you go too?

Just for the record, these songs aren't necessarily about what you think they are. My focus in writing has changed as of late and I'm happy with the way these songs are coming about. Stay Tuned.

Peace

-Nick

Just Some Freewriting...

he went west to find his brothers.
en route stumbling across the icy shattered ground
his head spinning, brain battered by nights of excess
he met the wandering heart.

asking questions, he learned the wandering heart from the inside out.
a mystery, from lands afar. not like here. not like here.

they depart, he moves on, the heart rests deep in his gut, continues to trudge.
stumbling across an old fire he never started, wasted possibility, is now the time to flame?
can the flame begin?
will the flame succeed?

a painful pang in his gut. ulcer? no.
an unlikely pair digs away at his innards, death would come easier than
to see her with him. he hates it. the dirtiest tribute. every sip for her, every drag for her, every pain for her. they will still never feel as strong as he did. angry. angry. over it.

he meets his family, brothers in arms. imbibe, intake, imbibe, intake. celebrate the simplicity of life. words are beautiful, the connection is sweet, the wine is sweeter yet. cloud the mind to regain clarity. isn't that what they always say? a day in the life.

in the end, its just the wandering heart and the traveler. he keeps his brothers close, but the heart, though she wanders, won't leave his gut. she remains there, silent. he'll reach the heart with sound, he'll communicate without words. but will the heart stop wandering? does it beat for him?

i suppose only time will tell...the traveler has plenty of time, plenty of time.

so do his brothers.