Meglynn and Danielle wanted me to post the lyrics to "Hidden Wings", the song me and Jared and Cara did in the HS talent show last year. And I'll say a little bit about how and why I wrote it in the first place.
It was about a year ago, November actually, and it was a cold, wet, and foggy weekend, when something happened that particularly depressed me. I rode home from Tullahoma, thinking how terrible life was, and how the weather right then matched perfectly how I felt. Dead trees, and the fog that wouldn't let you see 10 feet in front of you, and the cold. God it felt cold.
The sun came up this morning over a wonderland of pain
{I kinda stole "wonderland of pain" from Jim Morrison -- "trapped in a Roman wilderness of pain" - from "The End"}
In the gloom I found myself calling out your name The winds of change blow my fragile senses all around As all the dreams I had of "us" come crashing to the ground Waves of desperation bash the shores of my tired mind As all the wrong you've done to me comes crashing in on the roaring tide
{comparing heartbreak and depression to being lost outside in the cold, and facing the weather}
You didn't have to lie to me You didn't have to hide your wings You didn't have to make me think I was yours and you were mine
{kind of a generic cheesy unrequited love song chorus... but it works anyways}
When I saw my friend down in the fields of disbelief I told him things would have to change; there's no time left to wait for the breeze
{the fields of disbelief sounds like a David Gilmour metaphor -- "The rain fell slow down on all the roofs (rooves?) of uncertainty" -- from "Poles Apart" -- I'm not sure who the friend was, but when interpreting most of my songs that mention a friend as if someone else wrote them, the friend appears to be God, and talking to the friend amounts to praying. I didn't write it to mean God though, it just sounded and felt good at the time -- in most of the songs I had written at that time, waiting for the breeze meant waiting for change; a change of direction, a change of heart (my own, or someone else's) a change of routine, whatever.}
He said that you said we all should know we can only trust ourselves And I knew you would have to leave if tomorrow ever failed.
{The first line means I believed it was my fault I was heartbroken, because I got myself into all this, and I should have known better. The second line means I hoped to see "you" again, but acknowledge that I might not, because tomorrow might never come. It's a statement about death.}
As I look out over the edge of life I know there's something there that I can't see But we'd find peace if you'd just tell me what you want from me.
{The first line is about being young and trying to figure out what life is about, and what to do with it. The second line it about wishing someone would either make things work between the two of you, or just tell you there's no hope and let you move on.}
I knew it was too good to be true when you told me the skies were blue I knew you were already gone I just hoped and prayed that I might be wrong
{hoping blindly that things would work, even it was pretty obvious they wouldn't}
And in the forest things begin to settle down Something just don't seem quite right as you and me come unwound
{The first line is about getting over things, and trying to move on, in keeping with the nature theme. The second line is about knowing things should have worked out, and how something's just not right about not being with the person in question.}
The mists are falling slowly over those sprawling wooded plains As I crawl back inside my cave and wish for brighter days
{crawling inside my cave.... : wishing everyone would leave you alone and let you feel bad while you need to get over things}
But I know they're not coming; I know we can't be free I know that I love you but you can't see that you love me
{Those kind of explain themselves in light of what comes before them}
I wrote it to the tune of "Echoes" by Pink Floyd. I write them like that, I hear a ripped off melody in my head and write lyrics to it. Matt Nance and Jared wrote some music one time a couple months later, when Matt stayed the night at Jared's house. I went to Jared's the next day and put the lyrics to it, and it was killer.
I like analyzing poetry and symbolism and such. Especially my own. I'm sure everyone sees through my attempt at not naming names.
I said things I've regretted I've said things I didn't mean I bashed dreams and broke promises for the ones who cared most about me I made trouble, mistakes, I made golden hearts ache the one thing I never made was love But looking through the pane, to see the setting sun I knew it would rise, and I knew I'd do better the next time
But it's not always that easy The tides sometimes turn from waiting to light the flame into waiting to burn keeping secrets, keeping record, keeping going the pace of the madness never slowing and looking for love in all the wrong places believing all the lies, and hoping it might turn out better next time.
{something like a bridge, or a chorus} like a refugee - like a deportee - like an outcast hiding all the scars that come from going too far behind a colorful mask but I found a friend out in that wooded plain who soothed my soul and eased my pain
you were what kept me going, and what kept me from going insane you pulled thorns from my paw, put pretty bows up in my mane And they all said you were crazy I said "I like that just fine-- I'm tired of having to wait for the next time."
I was trying to write like Roger Waters, depresing blue collar stuff
he tended his stock, and lived from day to day and he took short walks sometimes, to keep his mind straight he thought he had everything figured out he thought he knew how to keep the darkness out-- but in the end, it creeped in anyway.
She lived in his shadow, and prayed for a better way and did what she could to keep everyone out of his way.
whiskey bottles, and brand new cars... oak tree you're in my way
alcohol is bad, I don't like it. it makes you feel kinda good, but there's always that knot in your stomach cause you'vw put something there that shouldn't be there., and it make s you lose total control of the situation. it's nearly impossible to sober up quick if you're drunk- whereas, if you're under the influenve of selact other herbal recreational substances, you can bee cool if need be.
I meant to leave all that just as I typed it, no corrections, because I think it would have been deep shit if I hadn't had a bunch of spelling errors. Plus,. I wanna read it tomorrow like that.
On top of all that, it really tastes nasty. I don't think I'll drink anymore.
