A Beakful of Nothing
Liner Notes
#acousticonetake #singersongwriter
Every little song I've done this month (save for the Fire in the Rain attempts) has been circling the same chords, the same themes, and some of the same words. I just snatch a beakful of nothing and try to transubstantiate it. At some point I'll need to let go, but the effort still feels fruitful.
What the hell does "singer songwriter" mean? This is the first time I've used the tag. I'm singing and it might be a song
Lyrics
I was once there too
Where no accidents happen
Watching my dowsing rods cross
For the truth is not for the living
Reaching for rabbits in hats
For the truth is not for the living
Singing of this and of that without seeing words as signs
I mostly eat what I don’t kill
With a beak full of nothing
I take my fill
If I nip this in time I might somehow cross a line
I might just trip on my lies and say something I’d call right
I might just trip by design and say something of my life
If you find this in my typewriter
You should know I’m a terrible liar
If there be something of me here
That something might just be desire
If there be dowsing rods met here
That X could not but mean desire
If there be marks on the beast
Then maybe someday I’ll make mine
Comments
I do occasionally enjoy that feeling.
we get there how and when we can!
I always listen to you spellbound and it is this mysteriousness that fascinates me about your texts! That I don't understand every word - but I have a feeling for them.
On this one I particularly love the lines
„I might just trip on my lies and say something I’d call right
I might just trip by design and say something of my life“