Music n' Me

Okay, this is finally happening... I think. Three of the four other musicians I need to have the lineup I desire for my band are at least theoretically on board. My gear is assembled. I have at least five songs that I would consider stem-to-stern complete on my part right now. And I'm not doing college next semester, so that frees me up capacity-wise (more on that later). Once I lock down a day job, I'll be golden.

"Am I perhaps growing cynical?" -- these are my last three completed lyric sheets, at least from a possibly-to-be-used standpoint (All lyrics, music by Cameron Ferguson... internet legalese):

Far Beyond Me

You don't even amuse me --
Don't make me laugh with your silence
When you're just trying to use me,
And you've got it down to a science -
Beyond good and evil,
Beyond the pale of decency
Why you think you're above it
Is far beyond me

You're so sure you can shut me out
Without a single word
But if you mean to leave me shaken,
You don't even get me stirred -
Everybody needs a project
Best kept off the projector
But the pen is mightier
Than any pocket protector

* 'Cause I've passed
This test before
And I've felt
Disgust before -
If you've already
Discussed it,
Take this set and
Don't try to adjust it

[ref.]

If you want the last word,
You better take it with your last breath
'Cause this kind of casual callousness
Has got me bored to death
Disposable affection
Just leaves me indisposed,
So put the tag on your toe
Because this case is closed

** Black is black
And pink is pink -
You've shown me both,
So what was I thinking?
If this isn't
Class chemistry,
It's just the kind
From drinking

[ref.]

{bridge}
Oh, I've been PNG'd
By better people with better wrongs
Before
This is so slightly touching,
You must be slightly touched
But that's too much for me to ignore

[ref.]
Repeat last two lines into fade.


The Drift [apologies to actual events]

We took your wedding flowers
To the trash incinerator
You never said it, but I sensed it:
Maybe it's come to far,
It may later --
We're not just burning picket fences
Anymore
Are you sure this is what you really want?
I'm not sure this is what I want
I don't think we know what we want

Long nights and car rides
And carnal convulsions -
Are you wearing down? Your paint is peeling
Into his & hers sinks, and shopping,
And sinking
The sneaking suspicion of sneaky feelings
Anymore
Are you sure this is where you want to go?
I don't think this is where I want to go
Anymore, we don't know

And I think I catch --
It's all caught in the drift
And flush, and bereft
Trying to repurpose all that's left

We cursed the memories
Of forgotten lovers -
Retouched photos in retooled frames
With touches made too much,
The terrifying tremors -
At first blush, it's all the same
Anymore
And I'm sure this isn't what you need
I know this isn't what I need
But I can tell where it's gonna lead

{bridge}
And in the low glow, in the dark
It's all too plain to see
That the contacts are throwing sparks
But you can't fill the holes in you
With the ones in me

[ref. (2x?)]


Sad Story

Keep one eye on the clock -
The clock keeps running -
The time is running out,
You know your time is coming:
Face becoming indistinct,
Indifference comes calling -
What becomes of your flight instinct
When you're already falling?

Find your place in the waiting room,
They're soon to call your name -
Waiting on the edge of the bed,
It's pretty much the same:
On edge, on the scene
Prepare your parting word
Because you're very seldom seen
Let alone heard

* Now you've exhausted your last extension;
Your last stay of execution;
You're pictures in an exhibition,
Just a name for exposition

Just someone's new sad story
For someone's new next sad story

With one eye on the door,
The light keeps on creeping
Through the crack; through the facade
The cracks are deepening
The anecdotes are down to an art,
It's just a question of the date --
And in between the fading days
All that's left is watch-and-wait

** All the causes, existential;
All your crimes are ex post facto;
Excitement is inconsequential --
Extenuations gets redacted

[ref.]

{bridge}
Waiting in the open sea,
Full steam, the next to come along
Waiting for the sight of periscopes,
The white trails, the false alarms
The phony war, the threat of arms
It's another sad story,
Another album's share of songs

[*]
[ref.]


Verdict: Yes, yes I am.