Hello again all you lovely and talented people!
I'd like to preface this post with an apology for my lack of consistent activity recently.
Life has a funny way of getting in the way, and I've been battling a creative block for a long time.
Long story short: I discovered David Lynch and got such a blast of creative juice that I started writing again!
Anyway, the basic story behind this one is that a good friend of mine has been practicing writing songs that are very simple and don't have too much going on. In effect, keeping the form simple.
I wanted to give this a go, as I usually go the opposite direction when writing (perhaps this contributes to my writers block?).
This is the result
The general theme is my own lonely struggle with depression and self harm while being locked in my shed/studio for nearly 4 years straight and becoming a recluse. It ties into what put me into that place, and how utterly hopeless it felt. I hope that some of this feeling may translate through.
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Cruel Waves of Time
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Verse 1
It takes a lot to make a lonely man cry.
But it takes less for him to sit and wonder why;
And ask the same questions time after time:
Was it me or was it you?
Was it fate that saw us through?
Or was it just the cruel waves of time?
Verse 2
There are times when all you can do is sleep.
Others when you struggle to even eat.
But it's always easy to sit and wonder why:
If I changed would it be different?
Would I be lonely beside you?
Or would the cruel waves of time get you too?
Instrumental Break
Verse 3
There are whispers calling soft beneath the trees,
That cause us to pause and wonder why;
And ask the same questions time after time:
Was it lies or was it true?
Was it me or was it you?
Or was it just the cruel waves of time?
Was it just the cruel waves of time?
Just the cruel waves of time?