Thursday, July 9, 2009

Recycled for Your Reading Enjoyment

This morning I started thinking about some of the songs I wrote awhile back thanks to my ever creative friend Katdish. I have a couple of posts swimming around in my thoughts in their tadpole stage, but I don't have quite the time or patience to grow them into frogs today. (That was a really weird analogy.) So I thought I'd post some of my song lyrics from back in da day. Here's a song I wrote for Frank the summer we were engaged, exactly eight years ago. A lot seems to have happened in eight short/long years! But what I still like about this song is that Terre Haute is included in it. Who knew that we would still be making our mark there 8 years later?


Painting


Old town, broken down
Past its prime
Not much to do
But sit and whine
About the train that's keeping me awake
Some days I think I've had more than I can take
Then I see your face
You remind me that things can't be that bad

You and me, Babe
We'll paint this town
You and me
Painting with memories

Driving, singing our favorite songs
Laughing, playing all day long
Of course, it's just Saturday
All days can't be that way
But if Saturday is all I have with you
That would be enough for me

You and me, Babe
We'll paint this town
You and me
Painting with memories

You remind me
Things can't be that bad

You and me, Babe
We'll paint this town
You and me
Painting with memories

Old town, broken down
We'll paint it red

6 comments:

Helen said...

That was lovely.
True love really does change perspective.

Wendy said...

You sure had a lot of paint back then.

Steph @Red Clay Diaries said...

Aw, that was so pretty! Did you put it to music too?

Sure would be nice to hear it sung by its composer...

Just sayin

sherri said...

Sing it Beth, sing it!

Amy said...

Aw, Bethers, I just would love to hear you sing it. The words are beautiful, but don't do justice to the goodness that is "Beth's music."

Matt @ The Church of No People said...

Today must be 'make up a song day.' I've read a couple other blogs with songs or poems. Very nice. I can't write poems at all!

WV: vingless - when the vampire turned into a bat, we just tore his vings off, and then he couldn't fly, he was vingless.