Victory!

I did it. I successfully completed FAWM. With the month of February, I have written 14 songs. I'd like to thank Abbie for providing lots of Emo Inspiration, Centaur for a sweet collaboration, and all the other legit friends who contributed to this success. It was a team effort I believe. I feel pretty good about it. Below are the lyrics to #14. I think it was one of my favorites, and in Honor of being the final and crowning song from FAWM 2009, I shall call it #14 until I think of something better, or someone suggests a better name.

#14
I never try to be profound
when I sing about you
I see your face inside my dreams
But I still don't know you
You Blue Eyes burn like kerosene
The flames won't let me touch you

I'm falling
But I'm looking up
I've fallen
And I'm broken up
I'm falling
But I'm looking up
And I see you

I'm born to let my own light shine
But I find it blinding
I'm grinding gears to get ahead
The trouble lies in finding
What you want, and what you'll get
The hardest part is reconciling

I'm falling
But I'm looking up
I've fallen
And I'm broken up
I'm falling
But I'm looking up
And I see you

Your sweater hangs far below your waist
You thought you'd grow to fit it someday
Like all the songs I've written about you
You knew it was a lie, but wished it were true
Like my latest about how your decision was final
When I sang it you said “I think it would sound better on Vinyl”




Also, I had a huge relationship breakthrough last week. Or maybe just a life-goals breakthrough... It was important either way. I was at Burger Supreme with Butters enjoying an $.85 cheeseburger the other night and there was a couple in the booth opposite us, so naturally, we evesdropped. They were sitting on the same side of the table, like lovers do, and I was back to back with them, and could clearly hear the conversation. They were very obviously on a date, and very obviously in the hecka-awkward 'get-to-know-you' stage. They were doing a sub-par job of flirting and hitting on each other, and frankly, I was embarrassed for them. Oh, and Butters did some recon and confirmed the fact that neither party was rocking a taken-ring. By this point, you are probably curious as to what makes this story so special, because I do live in Provo, and dates are sickeningly commonplace around here. Well, I have thus far neglected to mention that both of these individuals were at least 50 years old, rockin' Gray Hairs, and the main topic of conversation was each others children and Church calling experience.

This was a huge wake up call for me. Marriage is one of those things I'm hoping to only have to go through once. (Unless of course the LDS Church decides to kick it old school and bring back the multiple partners thing) Seriously. I was laughing on the outside at these poor people, but on the inside crying with them. I cannot imagine anything scarier than waking up at 55 years old, finding yourself alone, and having to deal with all of the social pressures common in our culture. Especially after riding the bench from the previous 30 years. Yikes. Mark my words. Marriage is a ship this captain goes down with.

"Forever always seems to be around when things begin, but forever never seems to be around when things end." -Ben Harper