New Song - "Something to Humble Me"

Awhile back, I uploaded my songs to a new music-sharing website. And then promptly forgot all about it.

I thought to check my profile last night and I discovered that someone has written an absolutely glorious review of one of my songs:

'Smoke Signals' (Mixtapes & Meltdowns) is almost a modern day 'Brand New Key' (Melanie) with the vocal reservation of recording in the shared bathroom of a crowded apartment building ~ late at night. Charming and honest.

I've never had the guts to sing karaoke, but 'Brand New Key' is the only song I've ever seriously considered singing, so I'm particularly delighted by the comparison.

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Also: New song!



Something to Humble Me

Lately I've been hearing voices
In my dreams
Telling me stories
About who I'm supposed to be

I've been taking chances
and I've been looking all around
There's gotta be something
Bigger than what I've found

Maybe I need something to humble me
'Cause I haven't fallen but I've stumbled plenty
and I don't know what's stopping me and--

Maybe I need something
Maybe

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In other news, holy CRAP am I obsessed with Freddie Stevenson.



Isn't he charming?

New Song - "Wish"

A few months ago, I wrote a song called "Wish" for February Album Writing Month. I was never really satisfied with it and so today I recorded a new version.

The song still needs work, but it hit the T61 homepage about six hours after posting and, as of this writing, has 884 bumps. That is by far the fastest growth of any song I've posted!



About this song:

It was the bluest sky I'd ever seen. People of every shape and color jostled us about on the street as we made our way up the steep sidewalk, past markets and shops, fresh vegetables and brightly-colored fabrics spilling from their doorways onto the street. Small Mexican children tumbled past us in a blur, beggars shook our pockets for change and old Asian women, with skin that was deceptively smooth, shrewdly eyed the carrots and the ginger root. A cacophony of music poured from the crowded storefronts, at once drawing us in and pushing us out.

We were out of shape and out of breath, pressing on up the hill, our haggard breath marking us as visitors to this place. On this raucous, jumbled street it was easy to forget where you left off and the world around you began, the sounds and smells and sights becoming a part of you, an extended limb of yourself. As we pushed our way through the dense crowd, he suddenly stopped. I turned to him and our eyes met and he was looking at me with a funny smile as he grabbed my hand.

"I think I'm always going to love you."

Funny that of all the memories—all the perfect, beautiful memories and all of the ugly, painful ones too—that’s the only one that still tightens my throat and burns my eyes. I think it always will.

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Wish

I wished upon a star
But the star was too far
Couldn't reach you
Couldn't reach you

So I wished on the sea
But it wouldn't part for me
Couldn't reach you
Couldn't reach you

We were hand in hand
Pushing through the crowd
When you turned to me
When you turned to me and you said--
"Think I'm always gonna love you"

Think I'm always gonna love you
Think I'm always gonna love you

But we both knew
That it was a lie
Well maybe not a lie
But more like a wish

It was a wish on a star
A star that was too far
Couldn't reach you
Couldn't reach you