If giving into ecstasy
And forgetting the past
Were a cause I could cling to
In a church built to last
If a drop weren’t too much
And all was enough
I could drown the devil
In the sorrow of an empty cup
If living in everything
Meant nowhere to run
Your god wouldn't last
A day in my sun
If possible were probable
And words weren’t just air
Love would be sufficient
And Life would be fair
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Oh boy
Dude, I needed to catch my breath. Who are you, really? Like are you famous and came here to hide?
Best thing I’ve read in a month easily.
Tim
Now this
tickled me to read. Good smile. I appreciate the read and the outstanding praise. Wow man. I am a HUGE fan of art begetting art. Yes to writing recording anything. That is awesome. I am not famous. I am a garden variety 45 year old man living in the currently snowy mountains of Northern New Mexico. I am single, I am sober (6 years this month), I am introverted and lonely some days but incredibly grateful every day if I'm doing it right. I am riddled with doubt and rife with mistakes and I am forever yet to give up. But no fame.
Congratulations on sobriety
I just hit seven years last month myself. Good for you.
Music by myself with lyrics from our very own Geezer.
https://m.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_l00VtMk9l7sABo-Q-ZDgvYGfVvY…
Music by myself, lyrics by our very own words.unwritten and myself
https://m.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nMStRVe4jdWzZLX2HvwHBa4cG_T…
Candlewitch got the treatment too. Finished, but it’s not released yet. (I’m stalling on artwork and I have a full album coming out March 21).
I’m currently working on one with Rose Black. I never though I’d write 4 new songs as result of hanging here. Lol.
We can try something
I kinda wanna
Write and record something
Dear IO
I really loved this one too. But I have some suggestions as always? they are just that suggestions. Ignore if they aren't what you're going for with this one.
If giving into ecstasy
*was* forgetting the past
*Is* a cause I could cling to
In a church built to last
If a drop weren’t too much
And all was enough
I could drown the devil
in the sorrow of an empty cup
If living in everything
Meant nowhere to run
Your god wouldn't last
A day *under a raging* sun
If possible were probable
And words weren’t just air
Love would be sufficient
And Life would be fair
That last stanza is perfection I think it's a cracker.
Kind regards Jayne