Tuesday, January 15, 2008

New Song in the Making!

Yes, it's true! I've finally written another song (the last song I wrote was finished almost a year ago). I'm pretty pleased with the lyrics, the music, and most of the melody; however, I'm still trying to fix the melody in the chorus (I have a melody, but I'm not 100% satisfied). Anyway, the lyrics are below. Let me know what you think.

Paint A Picture

Something inside of me
Tells me I want to be
There for you.
But you keep pushing me away
Far from you everyday.
What did I do?

These fragments and pieces
Of your puzzled story
Won't show me the picture
Of your memory.
This faded-out Kodak
Of your colored life
Won't show me the picture
Of your pain and strife.
So I go away.
So I fade away.

Where's the fairy-tale ending
You hoped for and dreamed of
So long ago?
Is this broken-heart mending?
Let me know.

I can hear you;
Your cries don't go unheard.
Let me wipe away those tears.
Put an end to all your fears.
Paint a picture of your own
Of a hope that you can hold
In your heart.

Don't waste your life sulking
Behind sheltered doors.
There's a beautiful world
And it all can be yours.
So forget your past problems;
Your life starts today.
There's a beautiful sunrise
And it's comin' your way.
So let's go away.
So let's fade away.

Here's the fairy-tale ending
You hoped for and dreamed of
So long ago.
Your broken heart's mending.
Did you know?

I can hear you;
Your cries don't go unheard.
Let me wipe away those tears.
Put and end to all of your fears.
Paint a picture of your own
Of a hope that you can hold
In your heart.

Tus amigos te sostienen,
Y te saludarán
De nuevo con corazones
Fervientes
Y manos amistosas.

*Note: The last verse is actually a scripture in Spanish: D&C 121:9, which reads, "Thy friends do stand by thee, and they shall hail thee again with warm hearts and friendly hands."

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Soul Searching

I'm searching for something,
Though I don't know what I'm looking for.
This melancholy lingers
And these musical tides bring me to a shore
Where mellow feelings lay gently in the sun.

Deep inside grows a yearning,
A longing for a life not yet lived.
How far can dreams sail on
Before the ship and its captain drift
Into the horizon of a setting sun?

I continue searching, yearning
For the place where dreams come true.
This melancholy continues to linger
And these musical tides of the deep blue
Guide me to the safety of a crescent moon.