Five Years or More

What will you have done over the next five years?
Will you have written that piece that you've been dreaming of?
Will you have created that melody that your heart has been pining for?
Will it be everything that you ever wanted it to be?
I hope so... I hope so

Out of my blues

Well I just got done workin
Another long sleepless night
I was married to the job
And it didn't feel right

It was a shotgun wedding
And I slept in my shoes
When an angel appeared
Out of my wollowing blues

So I got a new job
Pays me three dollars more
Where I feel like a man
Not a slave on the floor

When I come home at night
My angel's there at the door
With a smile on her face
I can't help but adore

Now I lay down to sleep
My shoes off by the bed
Anxious to dream 
'bout the times that we've had

And I send out my thanks
To the powers that be
For sending this angel
Over to me

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And in the moment that I felt most defeated,
I realized that I may never see her again. It
was then that I finally saw that the door wouldn't
open for me, but instead had to be broken down.
Come! I cried. Charge with me so that we may
move together. Maybe the next room won't be
any better, but at least we will endure it in
good company, rather than sitting here hoping
for life to come to us.

Two Days at a Time (w/ music)

Here is a quick 5am recording of where this song is going. There are parts that are off. The Em is sometimes dressed up as a (Em E7sus4 E7 E7sus2 E7) progression. I have it in there a few too many times and in places it shouldn't be. But that's the basic jist of it


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[Starts as slow solo]
B7 - Em7

C - D - Em
C - D - Em
C - D - Em
C - D - Cmaj7

C------------D-----Em
She came by just to see me
C-------D ----------C
and ask me how i've been.
C -------D---------Em
I took a look in the mirror
C--------D--------Cmaj7
flashed a defeated grin

Em -----D -------C
Another monday morning
C-------D-------Em
another lifetime gone
Em----------D-----C
Weekdays go by so slowly
C ---------D-------Cmaj7
living two days at a time

C - D - Em
C - D - Em
C - D - Em
C - D - Cmaj7

C ----D--------Em
I sat alone on a park bench
C ----------D ---------C
hoping that she would arrive
C -----------D ------------- Em
I dreamed I could smell her perfume
C ----------D ---------Cmaj7
she was nowhere to be found

Em------D-------C
Another monday morning
C-------D--------Em
another weekend gone
Em ----D --------C
my life evolves so slowly
C --------D --------Cmaj7
living two days at a time

C - D - Em
C - D - Em
C - D - Em
C - D - Cmaj7

-- The mp3 stops here --

C --------D ----------Em
I couldn't stand to be bothered
C --------D ---------C
by all my duties and chores
C ------------D -----Em
the week has finally ended
C -------------D --------Cmaj7
comes time to look at the stars


C ----------D ------Em
maybe this time I'll find her
C ----------D -------------C
think of the right things to say
C --------------D --------Em
we have to two days to be happy
C ----------D --------Cmaj7
two days to get her to stay

Em -----D -------C
Another monday morning
C -------D -------Em
another vacation done
Em --------D ---------C
I hope that she doesn't mind
C --------D --------Cmaj7
living two days at a time.

C - D - Em
C - D - Em
C - D - Em
C - D - Cmaj7

Reunion

I was about to go to bed when she finally knocked on my door. Resting her bicycle against the bricks of the house, I invited her in for some warm tea. She held it closely with both hands, watching the steam rise, putting it down only once her finger tips began to burn. We sat in silence, reading each other's faces, nodding and smiling. Soon the tea had cooled enough to allow her to sip it loudly, giggling after each slurp. I let out a deep sigh, attempting to form a sentence. Nothing came to mind. All I could do is look at her and remember the times we've shared. She hasn't changed a bit. Her hair still wrapped in a bandanna, and the moment she walked into the house, I could smell... vanilla. The tea was gone, and I could see her trying to get comfortable and warm. I nodded in the direction of the stairs and she flashed me a defeated grin, letting me walk her to my room. As soon as I laid down next to her, she scooted over and rested her head on my chest. By the time I pulled the blanket over her, she was asleep. Still speechless, I picked up my phone with my free hand and began to type. "I was about to go to bed when she finally knocked..."

Two days at a time

She came by just to see me
and ask me how i've been.
I took a look in the mirror
flashed a defeated grin

Another monday morning
another lifetime gone
Weekdays go by so slowly
living two days at a time

I sat alone on a park bench
hoping that she would arrive
I dreamed I could smell her perfume
she was nowhere to be found

Another monday morning
another weekend gone
my life evolves so slowly
living two days at a time

I couldn't stand to be bothered
by all my duties and chores
the week has finally ended
comes time to look at the stars

maybe this time I'll find her
think of the right things to say
we have to two days to be happy
two days to get her to stay

Another monday morning
another vacation done
I hope that she doesn't mind
living two days at a time.

My Year Alone

While everyone else slept, I lived.

Letting my mind wonder, trying to
create, trying to invent, trying to
understand what life is all about.

I reminisced of old friends and
past loves. The mistakes I have
made, the people I've hurt and
on occasions I would toast the
small successes of life.

On occasion, I would venture
out around town, snapping pictures
where I could watch the world
sleep. Breathing the cold air,
exhaling the warm vapors,
making up stories of fictional
characters, that like me, stayed
up all night.

It was a different life, one in which
I was able to be whoever I chose.
Had no bothers of judgments
or feeling uninvited. Always looking
forward to what could be, sometimes
forgetting about the things that were.

And now here I am, at least an extra
year of thoughts, experiences and
day dreams. It's the only time I
have to myself. The time I have
without worries about responsibilities.

But eventually everyone else catches
up with you. And time comes to return
to reality. One with "have to"s and
"should"s, one without the perfect
person to say just the right thing.
Without people who know just how to
cheer you up.

Hopefully as I grow old, I'll have a few
more of these years.