Here’s an old song I found that I recorded on my home computer about 6 years ago. I like it.

Vain

Pillars & hammers
& Backdrops of green
Tilt your head sideways
And see what I mean

It’s a world hold-still camera
With a name on my tongue
Like an itch that keeps itching
Twenty-five years after stung

Oh, it’s a world hold-still camera,
With a name, with a name on my tongue.

I am at a dead end.
There’s no need for me to bend.
My shapes mean nothing to me now.
You can hear it, hear it loud.

Beatle. Drum. Soul. Child. Vein.
Whistle, stand still in the rain.
Nothing like pin-pillow pain.
To grow me into something vain.

I am original.
I am normal..
..enough to put on a shelf and sell
To the world as I know it.
And I’ll show it…
A lesson that it will never for..
..member me on my “take it back” stance on everything..

(that’s right, I said everything….)

[[[*recording of me driving across the country.]]]

“Hey you guys, um, it’s almost 4:00 in the morning.
I’ve already gone through Reno and all that, I’m prolly..
I don’t know when I’ll be in Salt Lake City… it’ll be a while…

I’m not quite to the other side of Nevada yet, but I soon shall be.
And I’ll keep you updated. I’m not that sleepy yet. So..
I might be there sooner than I thought. Okay.”

******do not take it for granted******

[[[*old recording of me, dani, and dawn (who used
to say her name with the “w” turned up-side-down)]]]

“Life is a mystery.  Everyone must stand alone.
I hear you call my name.  And it feels like home.”

******do not take it for granted******

[[[*recording of an excerpt from a disclaimer I gave
before a song I played on my piano.]]]

“I’m not very good at writing music but, it brings back
horrid memories of abuse and sadness.  That’s why
I love it.”

-the end-