Touching nerves on the result of a creative process.
There are many interpretations for the inclination behind the lyrics below.
Some song writers want to let the listener hear what they will and so don’t provide the lyrics.
Allowing the listener to ascribe their own particular impression into or onto what is heard.
I thought it might be of interest to explain each line as imagined at the time of writing, or as they seem to feel now.
But that might get tedious and would most definitely take away from the rhythm if such can be deduced from the reading of lyrics.
As something of a melody maker myself, there is the potential to put ones own musical spin onto what one is reading, especially if the original intent was musical.
Once years ago while reading Psalms, I heard in my mind accompanying the words being read, heavy metal music!
And when pressed for lyrics, I have been able to use the ingredients listed on a package of processed food as a means to convey a melodic idea!
As for these lyrics, (not above, below) they seem to stand perfectly well on their own.
Not really needing further elaboration.
I must admit though that it was these very lyrics that led me to conclude that the creative process can reveal oneself to oneself whether one wanted to do that or not.
And it kinda scared me!
What the hell am I trying to say to myself?
Do I really need to know this about myself?
Apparently.
Does anybody else need to know?
First and foremost art is made by and for the artist.
Something inside has to get out.
Something has to be done to be understood more fully.
Something of oneself clamors for expression!
We do it because we can, whether it wants outside attention or not.
It gets our attention.
Because it is necessary to make even if only for the process of creating something that has not existed before.
At least as far as ones own eyes, ears, hands and heart is concerned.
Of course derivation is always a part of any creation.
Something is made from what has been before.
‘Creative combinating’ I had called it in a previous post here on the blog.
The message isn’t always understood until after it is heard.
Even then it might not be immediately comprehended.
Alas, with out further ado.
waiting (lyrics)
Guess I,
shouldn’t feel like singing after all.
Trying to answer,
try to answer echoes.
Smelling smoke,
oh a fire barley glows.
Stinging hope.
Rubbing salt into the prose.
Moving ahead riding shotgun on a whim.
You can lead it, it can follow,
you can just give out, give up, give in.
Stand tall with in a shadow cast by visions blue and dim
Too busy looking on,
there’s no time,
to look with in,
there’s no time,
to look with in.
Waiting for,
evocation true and clear.
Illustrating the mind,
a fight with words no one hears.
Time ran on,
time ran out,
oh time got in the way.
Is what I said, what you heard,
is it what I meant to say?
Tied to ancient chains slow to ring the freedom bell.
With barbed wire words stand and complain,
don’t always understand it, though it sounds the same.
Think enough about yourself,
enough to quench the pain.
Think you’ve found an answer,
well the questions,
still remain,
they still remain,
they still remain.
So easy to pretend to be fine,
it so easy,
to pretend.
So easy to intend to find,
change.
Before a season ends,
before a new reason begins.
Time,
dissolve and amend.
So I guess maybe I,
I might feel like singing after then.
so whats all this then?
So what was it about these words that scared me?
Admitting albeit in a round about way that, an awareness of my flaws might behoove me to step down from the ego-tactical pedestal I stand on.
Also, it seems I might be making excuses for making excuses about my excuses for not creating even whilst being creative.
And wanting to sing about it!
How’s that for irony!?
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