London | A Cup of Songwriting

Some dark shit – but hey we all have those days right? I am feeling the weight of overstaying my welcome and feel that I have to move on – so here it is.

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I waited to long you see

The walls are closing in on me

Not much left I can do

Not quite sure I can see it through

The rent is late

The man has to be paid

But I am short on pennies

Nothing easy about being a musician

Not gunna lie

Some days I wish I was a fat cat

Just laying around chasing rats

But what the sense in that

I have these fingers and these thoughts

It not something that I bought

Or try to sell

But when the whispers turn to yells

That is when the pain can swell

And swell

Turning you into something you are not

Making you turn your back

On something when it is quite alright

Why do it

Why go now

Just a couple bucks short got you down

There has to be a better way somehow

Life ain’t easy is the saying

But life has a way of displaying

This little cliché in a real way

It never makes sense until that one day

Then you look and say

Shit

These bills

How will I ever pay?

This was written about a recent stay that we, my fiance and myself, made out to LA to see one of my best friends from high school. In addition to being an extremely selfless and giving host – his place was so beautiful and relaxing. It was an amazing escape for what is a crazy city of LA. We had such a peaceful and relaxing time hanging with friends and just kicking it by his indoor fire. It was truly a great experience – I hope this can take you there for just a moment. Enjoy!

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A friends place

Can be as warm

And comforting

As the human embrace

–

With a makeshift bed

A simple place to sleep

All is well

When your livin’ cheap

–

But with every moment

Passing through these eyes

The sun in the morning

The evening skies

–

I notice the faces

Smiling all around

A humble abode

In this huge town

–

Shared towels

And washing machines

Life is so sweet

In these passing scenes

–

We get in late

Hitch a ride

Made it to LA

And it is about time

–

Crisp air

And summers familiar

I would take anything like this

Or anything similar

–

The morning we go for food

Meet some friends

Call some more

To meet at days end

–

Faces familiar

From a time ago

But we are still connected

Wherever we go

–

We enjoy a fire

Snapping soft and sweet

It makes for an easy

Evening treat

–

Life is simple

When sharing sustains

Can even take away

Some of life’s pains

–

Thank you can not match

It just falls short

You can’t just say

You’ve been a good sport

–

The city scene

Has been nice to me

A friend to host

With all sincerity

–

We made our way back home now

Hope to be back through

But for now

The only thing we have to say

Is thank you

Some dark shit – but hey we all have those days right? I am feeling the weight of overstaying my welcome and feel that I have to move on – so here it is.

I waited to long you see

The walls are closing in on me

Not much left I can do

Not quite sure I can see it through

The rent is late

The man has to be paid

But I am short on pennies

Nothing easy about being a musician

Not gunna lie

Some days I wish I was a fat cat

Just laying around chasing rats

But what the sense in that

I have these fingers and these thoughts

It not something that I bought

Or try to sell

But when the whispers turn to yells

That is when the pain can swell

And swell

Turning you into something you are not

Making you turn your back

On something when it is quite alright

Why do it

Why go now

Just a couple bucks short got you down

There has to be a better way somehow

Life ain’t easy is the saying

But life has a way of displaying

This little cliché in a real way

It never makes sense until that one day

Then you look and say

Shit

These bills

How will I ever pay?

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–

A friends place

Can be as warm

And comforting

As the human embrace

–

With a makeshift bed

A simple place to sleep

All is well

When your livin’ cheap

–

But with every moment

Passing through these eyes

The sun in the morning

The evening skies

–

I notice the faces

Smiling all around

A humble abode

In this huge town

–

Shared towels

And washing machines

Life is so sweet

In these passing scenes

–

We get in late

Hitch a ride

Made it to LA

And it is about time

–

Crisp air

And summers familiar

I would take anything like this

Or anything similar

–

The morning we go for food

Meet some friends

Call some more

To meet at days end

–

Faces familiar

From a time ago

But we are still connected

Wherever we go