So I tend to promise people that I will write them a song and never follow through with it. This is an example of a song that I’ve owed someone for quite some time. The lyrics do not represent me, it is from the POV of a character in my friend’s book. I guess. I would link to her site here but I don’t think I’m allowed. So anyway, before you get to thinking that this is all very dramatic and literary, I’ll just let you know…it is! :)

Anyway, said friend specifically requested that when her song was done it went up on ccmixter. It’s not completely done but I’m putting it up anyway.

Also, an accordion part is forthcoming. I spent a pretty long time setting up my mic so that it would properly catch the sound of the instrument (it doesn’t have a pickup or anything, the thing is a beast from like the early 1900’s or something. It weighs 35 pounds or so and I can’t extend the bellows all the way because my arms aren’t long enough) and by the time I got a decent sound going into my lappy I was so tired my bellows control was totally shot. SO…if you’re wanting the accordion, check back…maybe not tomorrow, but soon.

Lyrics:

Thought I fell out of my window
the last time you walked by.
I know that you’re an angel, but I’m too afraid to fly.
I try to keep my eyes open, but
the spinning makes me sick.
I thought that I knew everything, but who knew
Falling feels like this?

I’m just on the outside where the world is twice as bright.
It makes me dream in oatmeal colors;
I dream in black and white.
And if I cross an ocean, will you be there when I land?
All your trespasses forgiven
so you can understand…

I’m in love for the first time—
I think it’s real.
All these things I have inside of me
make me want to disappear, and
I would die
Again
If I thought it would keep you here.

They all have little tricks they use
to make you change your mind.
Who’s to say that you’re not one of them
this time?
I want to say it’s just too easy,
‘cause it’s all so effortless.
No cuts. No scrapes. No endless sky,
no endless sea,
Falling feels like this.

And I’m alive for the first time—
I feel too much.
All the anger and elation,
You’ll feel them in my Touch,
and I would die
for you
but if you think that’s not enough,
I will offer up my dreams
as little as they are.

I’m in love for the first time—
I think it’s real.
All these things I have inside of me make me want to disappear, and
I would die
Again
If I thought it would keep you here.