A new song about living in the past.

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Living out each day like it’s my last,

Trying to forget my sorry past,

As the time is moving oh so fast,

All while you’re still living in the past.

 

Verse 2:

Checking out before I’m checking in,

Trying to atone for my last sin,

Cause of all the trouble that I’m in,

Know that I will never let you win.

 

Chorus:

Doesn’t (didn’t) phase you {me} now, [not a bit]

Didn’t (doesn’t) phase you {me} then, [perhaps it should have]

Don’t you wonder how, [And why]

It happens again.

 

() : switch with previous each time chorus repeats

{}: switch with previous each time chorus comes back (including repeat)

[]: 2nd voice on chorus

Starring: Murphy the cat

Camera work by Kanga

Animal training by my wonderful sister

A few days ago, we had bacon. The day after that, we had bacon again. Someone said something about yesterday’s bacon. I said that would be a good title for a song. So I wrote a song titled “Yesterday’s Bacon.”

Enjoy.Bacon

I’d rather freeze to death,

Than feel the warmth that once I felt,

The heat that I was dealt,

And which took away my breath.

 

I’d rather be bereft,

Than be the person who I was,

Who went along so just because,

She knew there was nothing left.

 

I’d rather be forgot,

Than immerse myself in sorrow,

As if there’d be tomorrow,

To find what I have not.

 

I’d rather be a ghost,

Than admit that I have failed,

That my train had long derailed,

And I lost what I want most.

 

Yes, I’d rather freeze and die,

Than step into the fire,

And face my deep desire,

That makes me want to cry.

I wrote this song back in 2011. Here is an arrangement of it for cello, piano, and voice.

This song came to me one morning when I woke up in my basement apartment after having been feeling angry and resentful the night before and realized that I needed to let go of those feelings, forgive, and move on.

The first verse I wrote while asleep. The other verses I wrote today for the purposes of this recording.

Oh product of my savage mind,

I let you live, I’ll let you die,

And if you want a different way,

You’ll have to find another day.

 

Oh haunted halls that hold my soul,

So lost to time, and yet so full,

The brightest future will be near,

As when we overcome our fear.

 

Oh splendid day, oh rapturous night,

To know that what I did was right,

My destiny may be unsure,

But of myself, I know I’m pure.

 

Oh product of my savage mind,

I let you live, I’ll let you die,

And if you want a different way,

You’ll have to find another day.