Time for the weekly artistic update! On Day #45, I wrote lyrics and guitar to a song I've titled "13 Licks".
Relatively personal, but I like how it sounds. Hopefully I'll get to recording it at some point! Until then, here are the lyrics.
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The colour not quite clear
So many months under your notes
Speaking back your words
Thirteen licks by sundown
Still can hear your doll
First disc in the car ride
Last tune in the dark
And still I'll stand by my choice
Though phases always try
The greatest songs of our youth
The greatest songs of our lives
And here I stand by my own right
Some broken strings by my hand
A new perspective on my life
While the same old words are ringing
It don't matter what they try to say
I'll never believe the truth
With all I know I've got my place
I can only hope for the new youth
And still I'll stand by my choice
Though competition's not run dry
A thousand songs by my ear
And their strength can't match your eye
And what I hope is that I can say
That a child may someday smile
When they're holding up my own box
Even though the formats died
But maybe I'm just a bloated fool
And maybe I'll never do right
But at least I've got those old tunes
And I know, for now, that's fine.
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