lyrics to a new song. Voila.
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Have you grown tired
of living in tight and tiny spaces?
It's been some years
of putting on tough and fighting faces.
I did not want to talk about it
I did not mean to sing about this
But maybe it's time for giving in a very different way
maybe it's time for giving in a very different way
And can you hear the silent longing
emanating out from all things?
It says:
"You can do anything you want....you can do anything you want."
Can you look out
and see the way the wind blows through the grasses?
Now is your chance
to run out there and play before it passes.
And i did not want to talk about it
I did not mean to sing about this
But maybe it's time for living in a very different way
And can you hear the silent longings
emanating out from every single thing
It says:
"You can do anything you want....you can do anything that you want."
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I wrote this 2 days ago. It just slipped right out of me and it was nice to have written a new song on the guitar. I've been a little (maybe more than a little) preoccupied with my accordion as of late, which has been so great, but it's good not to be neglecting the guitar altogether. I feel like it is a song sung by me - for me, as I am right on the cusp of leaving the shelter and embarking on travelling and doing...um...stuff?? It is a strange feeling - this in between-what-the-heck-will-i-do-next feeling, but I do feel ready for it.
And speaking of new adventures, Don left for his farming internship in Guelph a few hours ago. I feel like i'm floating on the surface of a big sadness...but it's not like we won't be seeing each other often. I think I'm a bit nervous about the potential loneliness of being in the city and not having his constant steady companionship....and all of the uncertainty of what the future will bring....it's a lot. I imagine I will become a crazy accordion geek and drive the whole neighborhood completely insane with all my jigs'n'reels. Ah well. They'll survive!
And I'll leave it at that.