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Sunday, July 28, 2013

Writing Music Again

With my wife and daughter out of town for the weekend, I finally got around to writing, recording, and mixing music again; something I haven't done for a very long time.  I've always loved doing it, but with work and school and family it just has been near impossible to do.  So!  Here they are.  The two songs that I wrote, recorded, and mixed this weekend:  Corridors of Stone, and Fairways and Greens.



Corridors of Stone
Jake Garrett - 7.28.13

I'm living with fear
that it's here when I wake
Tell me does that mean
I'm becoming just like them?
Paranoid, and seeing what?
It's these visions in my head
That toss and turn me now
I let them grind me down
Oh how they grind me down

If I lose them they will find me
Confuse them but they bind me
Let down; criticise me
Refusing to let go
If it's not one thing than another
Call me when it's over
Pull the strings that make me sing
Then leave me in the corner

So I'll swim for the present
And hope for a future
Of empty dreams and darkened sleep
Void of any color
As the green fields wither
Preparing for winter
I'll store away the season
That I let them grind me down
Oh how they grind me down

If I lose them they will find me
Confuse them but they bind me
Let down; criticise me
Refusing to let go
If it's not one thing than another
Call me when it's over
Pull the strings that make me sing
Then leave me in the corner

Still waiting when I rise
In the corridors of stone
Beckon me forward into the gray unknown
Rotating eyes; the glass disguise
If it keeps safe the unsafe
That dwell inside
If it keeps safe the unsafe
That dwell inside

If I lose them they will find me
Confuse them but they bind me
Let down; criticise me
Refusing to let go
If it's not one thing than another
Restart it when it's over
Pull the strings to make me sing
Then leave me in the corner

If it keeps safe the unsafe
That dwell inside
If it keeps safe the unsafe
That dwell inside



Fairways and Greens
Jake Garrett 7.27.13

In Memory of Richard Bruce Garrett 1937~2004


Memories of fairways and greens

A breath; photograph
All I keep
The leaves changed
and so have we
We aged and moved away
What would you say?

What would you say,
If you could say anything?
Isn't she beautiful this little girl of mine?
The way she would have laughed at you
I can only imagine

I can't say I blame you
Who hasn't made mistakes?
Maybe you knew
And you did it anyway
I know you had regrets
But we're now all that's left of you

What would you say,
If you could say anything?
Isn't she beautiful this little girl of mine?
The way she would have laughed at you
I can only imagine

Going on ten years now
I'm taller; a father
I'm imperfect but stronger
Than the boy you left behind
Torn up inside
Hoping you'd see this day
Wondered what you'd say

What would you say,
If you could say anything?
Isn't she beautiful this little girl of mine?
The way she would have laughed at you
I can only imagine
The way she would have laughed at you
I can only imagine

So memories of fairways and greens
A breath; and a photograph
Are all I keep
After the leaves have changed
And so have we
We aged and moved away
What would you say?
What would you say,
If you could see her now?
See her now?
What would you say?
Can you see her now?
Can you see her now?



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