A Christmas song

I had a Christmas list with your name on it then I realized it wasn’t a list..
it was the beating of 2 hearts.
I’ve lived the hit or miss & singled out the greatest parts.
If this is true for men then each “red” & “green” should be the starting & stop of a heart.

Oh, this Christmas is for meeting or beating “in love”.
Oh, this Christmas is for greeting  or bleeding “in love”.
Oh, this Christmas is for tripping my mind on your love.
Oh, this Christmas is for holding my heart in a glove, in the palm of your hand.

I wrote a Christmas list with your name in the center then I realized..
 it was the middle of winter..
I’ve walked ten miles for this & I find that 11 was called for.
How can someone be amazing?
If this is true for women, then all our decorations could just be like a play thing..
So we strip it down, so let’s strip it down, as I strip you down in my mind.
If all these lights are play things, why is the one in my heart on for you?

Oh, this Christmas is for meeting or beating “in love”.
Oh, this Christmas is for greeting  or bleeding “in love”.
Oh, this Christmas is for tripping my mind on your love.
Oh, this Christmas is for holding my heart in a glove, in the palm of your hand.

How can someone be amazing?
Girls like you exist for me, but for most part in fairy tales.
How can someone be amazing?
Oh, but you are to me.
Yes you are, yes you are..
You’re to me, Like a Christmas tree..

Oh, this Christmas is for meeting or beating “in love”.
Oh, this Christmas is for greeting  or bleeding “in love”.
Oh, this Christmas is for tripping my mind on your love.
Oh, this Christmas is for holding my heart in a glove, in the palm of your hand.

So this mistletoe won't be limiting love to days or weeks or years.
So this Christmas, mistletoe cries jealous tears.


Bedroom eyes

Last night I heard you walking on egg shell lines.
About that time, I heard you talking of bedroom eyes.
And in between these conversation of our feet & our mouths & minds,
there was a Siamese connection that was akin to drugs of several kinds..
Except none of them was the deadly kind..
And every other was the lovely crime of 2 hearts, I'm addicted.

Beating slowly, beating faster now, but only when you’re around..
Breathing slowly, breathing faster now, but only when you’re around..
It’s a shame that I’ve got to.. It’s a shame that I’ve got to leave you here.
Breathe In slowly, breathe out faster now.. & then lay your head to dream me again.

Last night I saw you stalking me from the bedroom blinds.
About this time, I put a dirty movie on.. to reveal what I’m really like.
And in between there was a siren from my heart, for my soul & my mouth & my mind..
And it said, “There isn’t even rehab for this one, man.”
And I tangled you up in my mind.. in my mind again.
And I’m sure I’m addicted enough to be..

Beating slowly, beating faster now, but only when you’re around..
Breathing slowly, breathing faster now, but only when you’re around..
It’s a shame that I’ve got to.. It’s a shame that I’ve got to leave you here.
Breathe In slowly, breathe out faster now.. & then lay your head to dream me again.

And I’m dreaming of dreaming.. of you.
And I’m dreaming of dreaming.. of you.
And I’m dreaming of dreaming.. of you & me where potential goodbye isn’t possible for all-time.
You can close your eyes.

Beating slowly, beating faster now, but only when you’re around..
Breathing slowly, breathing faster now, but only when you’re around..

Beating slowly, beating faster now, but only when you’re around..
Breathing slowly, breathing faster now, but only when you’re around..
It’s a shame that I’ve got to.. It’s a shame that I’ve got to leave you here.
Breathe In slowly, breathe out faster now.. & then lay your head to dream me again.

PERFECT!

This song makes me happy. It makes me feel like the double rainbow guy witnessing his own wedding during an "out of body" experience from under the very same double rainbow :P

I made a map of her piano

I made a map of your piano,
it’s telling me to love you right.
I made a map of your piano,
it’s leading me to you tonight.
I made a map of your piano,
sprung from notes both wrong & right.
I made a map of your piano,
to sing of winter’s summer nights.

Oh & she goes burning through a song that I wrote in my head.
Oh & she goes burning through a song I wrote at the foot of her bed.
Oh & she goes burning again as I break from the weekend chorus of the dead..
An echo rings into my head.. she said, she said she loves..

I made a map of your piano,
it’s telling me you are in tune.
I made a map of your piano,
it’s telling me of jealous moons..
I made a map of your piano,
& foreign planets still collide.
I made a map of your piano,
to bring you here right to my side.

Oh & she goes burning through a song that I wrote in my head.
Oh, an echo's burning like the lover’s lips full of red, as she read her lover.
Oh & she goes burning through a song that I wrote at the foot of her bed,
but tonight will be the 1st night that her song.. is bringing true love to life.

Yeah, we're bringing true love to life.
Yeah, your love brings true love to life.
Yeah, we're breathing true love tonight.
Yeah, cause love breathes truth into lies..

Oh & she goes burning through a song that I wrote in my head.
Oh & she goes burning through a song I wrote at the foot of her bed.
Oh & she goes burning again as I break from the weekend chorus of the dead..
A diamond ring sings to the stars.. she says, she says she loves

I made a map of her piano,
to find her love & sweep this gloom.
to turn the page & read in numbers..
It’s telling me of many rooms…
And it’s here in every 1 of them
that I’m making love tonight.
With a boom that's like a thunder..
Piano sing me to my love.

Oh and she goes burning through a song that I wrote in my head…
Oh and she goes burning through a song that I wrote at the foot of her bed…
Oh and she goes burning like the lips of a lover still stained ruby red..
But tonight, we’ll live out actions of our words.
She said, then she proved she loves...
She said, then she proved she loves....
She said, then she proved she loves....
She said, then she proved she loves me.
She said, she said, then I.........

Equally skilled...

stripped down Jon Foreman song (live). Based off the VERY powerful Micah 7:1-9... we went over this in 8th century prophets this morning & this song just kept playing on repeat in my mind!

The eyes of Wonder (a tribute)

In a recent interview, Stevie Wonder was asked the following question by Larry King (if I may paraphrase): "One musician retired in his 50's and when asked why responded with, 'I have said all I have to say.'" To this Wonder said that as long as their was life, as long as their was conflict unresolved, as long as their was conflict over the unresolved conflicts, as long as their was pain & injustice he would have something to say. This was an intense statement.. yet somehow overshadowed by the tremendous impact of a few of his other poignant statements. I will give a few examples: When Larry King asked him if he always is writing in his mind, he said that he wasn't really always writing but that he did spend much of his time "in his head" and figuring how he wants certain ideas and playing with things (like a kid sort of). He then added this on the tail end (which somehow made him seem like the wisest grown man with a kid's heart & playful attitude that I have ever heard of).... "But, uh, when I feel that I don't have a song.. I just say 'God please give me another song!' & I just get quiet & it happens."  He also said this at one point in the interview when asked how he dealt with being called a genius at such an early age & what he thought about it. 

‎"This here is a gift from God, I am only a vehicle of his use." -- Stevie wonder when asked on how he handled being called a genius at a young age & throughout his life.

What is there that can be said of such wisdom? Is there anything?

My response as a fellow musician & songwriter: The mind sees far more than the eyes ever do. How does a writer write without sight? Easy, he sees with his heart & his emotions & his mind & his smell & his feeling.. and by feeling I mean rea...lly "feeling" the way that many of us seldom do. He feels; he grasp for concepts & ideas & truths the way that few of the human race will. This is because the eye is often the limiting factor of our bodies and souls. We are conditioned to limit our entire lives to what can be seen with the eye. We look, but we don't really see.

Okay, so I guess all of that really isn't easy.. but.. well.. paradox much? lol...


After watching this interview & hearing of Wonder's open attitude to work with virtually anyone musician that has drive & love of the music.. because of his own love of the music.. I did just what Wonder said he does.. I asked God for just another song.. though I have done this before (in different words) I especially thought of some of the themes he accentuates and penned this as a "vehicle of God's".

Enjoy! :-)


Take one ride to the bus stop today to see the people living lives,
or so they say.
I see a basket sitting high upon a shelf, a little boy wants food but there’s
no one there to help.
I’m tired of living in the age of  “yours” & “mine”,
while a child’s imprisoned, forced to the life a crime.
Guess one man’s poison is the recent runaway, & the other man’s prison is the eyes that made him stay.

I want to leave.
Would you take my eyes?
I want to leave; could you take the thought that made my “eyes”  become the “I’s”?
This is not me, it is just a shell
to take the stain & protect a soul that should see hell.
Oh I should see hell, come take my “I’s” so I don’t.

I spent one night in a prison cell today,
It seems my nights & days have lost their track that way.
This is no different from the basket on the shelf,
or the boy who needed it when his dad deprived his health.
I’m tired of taking this in the age of passive rights!
True love means action, & it’s come for “yours” & “mine”.
I’m tired of living death with my life upon the shelf…
With the old men singing songs of the times that went so well.

& our voices swell.
& our voices did swell!!!

I want to leave.
Would you take my eyes?
I want to leave; could you take the thought that made my “eyes”  become the “I’s”?
This is not me, it’s just a shell
to take the stain & protect a soul that should see  Satan & his hell.
I want to leave, could you take my “I’s” so I don’t?

This is the difference in Heaven & hell…
This is the difference in basket on the shelf…
One looks too high to see that the bowl is down below..
One looks too low to see that the bowl is high above..
& we do the same, with our love.. with your love.

I want to leave.
Would you take my eyes?
I want to leave; could you take the thought that made my “eyes”  become the “I’s”?
This is not me, it is just a shell
to take the stain & protect a soul that should see hell.

I want to leave.
Would you take my eyes?
I want to leave; could you take the thought that made my “eyes”  become the “I’s”?
This is not me, it’s just a shell
to take the stain & protect a soul that should see  Satan & his hell.
I want to leave, could you take my “I’s” so I don’t?

I want to leave, come take my “I’s” so I don’t!