Selections of the Past

I just recently was on an archaeological dig in the depths of my car, and I found my long lost lyrics notebook. [Editor's note: Shaun reminded me that it was actually HE that found it... sorry for the confusion] When I saw "long lost", of course I mean from about a year ago, when I started my songwriting/poetry obsession. And as I "flipped through the pages of notes I've left behind" (that's a quote from on of the songs I wrote for this site, thought it'd be clever) I realized something very true about my past efforts: they kinda suck. I really only like some snippits from some of them. I might try to recraft one or two... or fifty... but for now, I'll take the ones that I don't want to remake and put some snippets in this entry. Enjoy!

from "Did I"
Ev'ry bone and ev'ry sinew,
Each and everything that's in you;
All our faults and human traits
Are nature you just can't escape.
All the flaws that in me grow,
Packed up in your very marrow.
But your heart, instead of red,
Is choked and black instead!

from "The Fall"
Shouldn't have knocked on your door that night.
Pain exposed in the pale moonlight,
Dropped to my knees, and I fell hard;
Cold and wet in your front yard.

from "Trite"
Nothing but words on a page
With punctuation.
Staring at the silence of the black type
With frustration.
Swear its like the others
I've written in the past;
All my deepest feelings
Recycled from the trash!
Shot for the moon; fell in the dirt
WIth a bruise on my heart and blood on my shirt,
And I'm so mediocre that it hurts.

from "What's Wrong?"
What, do you think I'm not good enough?
Did I call too little, or maybe too much?
Phone's not dead, and it's too bad
That you never entertained what we could have had.
If you only knew how much I'm used
To getting rejected and mentally abused.
Stuck in the corner so frequently,
Wondering what could be wrong with me?

from "Do You Remember?"
Even though I knew I'd miss you,
And I'd often dreamed, and wished too.
Somehow knew I'd be remiss to;
That's why I couldn't kiss you.
No one fills the gap like you,
Void that wind just whistles through.
No one else to heal my ache,
A longing I'll just have to take.
Believe me, darling - it was hard
Not to kiss in your front yard.

from "The Song That No One Heard"
And the crowd jumped up
At the very last show,
Clinging to every chord and word.
The band finished up
And let the last note ring...
And played the song that no one heard.

So sayeth The Brad...