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This is just a new song I've been working on. It's called "Make a Home in Me."
Lyrics really aren't done justice just being written down, but hopefully I'll find some time to record a rough version.
I'm trying to figure out what I'm supposed to be doing with all this music. I think I'm going to refrain from gigs for a while and just focus on centering myself and writing what is really inside of me as opposed to trying to sound or write like the artists I admire, which is my tendency. This song came out of a pretty decent anxiety attack - "Recent" meaning last night.
Let the bones that you have broken
cry out and rejoice
Let the words that you have spoken
resound throughout my voice
And if you'll walk beside me
I'll fight to stay close by
So every song you sing me
will hum inside my mind
Make a home in me
Come be alone with me
I can't handle living
I can't handle death
I question if you really
own my every breath
But you keep count of my tossing
there's a book you write them in
store my tears inside your bottle
enough to sink a ship
Make a home in me
Come be alone with me
Try not to be angry
let me tell you what I've don
I crucified the very thing
that I was trying to love
I'm terrible at holding
what's bigger than myself
So maybe you could hold me
Just don't put me on that shelf
Make a home in me
Come be alone with me
I guess the lyrics are pretty simple. That's kind of the point. The whole song is very delicate and simple. The irony is that I was unbelievably anxious and confused when I wrote it. Specifically because the stress of everyday life was topped with finding out about the death of a friend. Not an incredibly close friend, but it shook me nonetheless. I guess I was trying to ask God what was going on with me while writing a sort of lullaby to calm myself.
Lyrics really aren't done justice just being written down, but hopefully I'll find some time to record a rough version.
I'm trying to figure out what I'm supposed to be doing with all this music. I think I'm going to refrain from gigs for a while and just focus on centering myself and writing what is really inside of me as opposed to trying to sound or write like the artists I admire, which is my tendency. This song came out of a pretty decent anxiety attack - "Recent" meaning last night.
Let the bones that you have broken
cry out and rejoice
Let the words that you have spoken
resound throughout my voice
And if you'll walk beside me
I'll fight to stay close by
So every song you sing me
will hum inside my mind
Make a home in me
Come be alone with me
I can't handle living
I can't handle death
I question if you really
own my every breath
But you keep count of my tossing
there's a book you write them in
store my tears inside your bottle
enough to sink a ship
Make a home in me
Come be alone with me
Try not to be angry
let me tell you what I've don
I crucified the very thing
that I was trying to love
I'm terrible at holding
what's bigger than myself
So maybe you could hold me
Just don't put me on that shelf
Make a home in me
Come be alone with me
I guess the lyrics are pretty simple. That's kind of the point. The whole song is very delicate and simple. The irony is that I was unbelievably anxious and confused when I wrote it. Specifically because the stress of everyday life was topped with finding out about the death of a friend. Not an incredibly close friend, but it shook me nonetheless. I guess I was trying to ask God what was going on with me while writing a sort of lullaby to calm myself.