April 2009
36 posts
Can’t sleep at all. Lying at 2:30 in “Wisconsin.”. It’s what I call my sun room. With its lounge chair, faux rustic wood paneling & floral printed linens, it might as well be a weekend getaway to Grandma’s on Lake Michigan. It’s boiling hot in my room, and there’s something much more soothing about Wisconsin. I’m playing quite the appropriate song…He wrote it in the Winter. “I drink coffee in the evening, I’ve got no use for sleep.”
It’s funny how the creativity stirs when you’re not supposed to. It’s about time though. Welcome back, friend.
Martha & the Vandellas, thanks for kickin’ my morning off in a great way…
It’s such a strange vine
Wrapped around my neck
All twisted up between my stem
Between my stem
I’m tripping and fallen over
Things we just couldn’t get over
I tried my best
Get it off my chest
Songs we never wrote
Seeds they wouldn’t sow
We’re taken it all to the end
And we’re planting our own garden
The sun came while you were shining
The time flew while we were writing
Symphony in the key of D
Songs that had lost their luster
Finally they found their color
Oh
Songs we never wrote
Seeds they wouldn’t sow
We’re taking it all to the end
And we’re planting our own garden
We made jokes about starting a new band
6 years working this whole plan
maybe I’ll make a home with you
its been a straight life and its
preacher living
these break lights city limits
I can’t afford the truth
We are two indians in the same canoe
Maybe I’ll just start something new
We’re taking it all to the end
And we’re planting our own garden
We’re taking it all to the end
We’re planting our own garden
We’re planting our own garden
Planting our own garden
- The Delta Spirit. What a beautiful song. I haven’t been inspired to write in a while, but this did the trick.
I kind of need to make these soon.
Ouch! Link via my work bf, Matthew Allard.