‘Greener Feels’ demo(new song)/’Why did I record this?'(new poem)

Special treat today! I’m sharing a song.

But first, since it’s NaPoWriMo, a haiku about sharing a song:

Why did I record this?
By Maggie McGinity

Why did I record
This song? Post it on my blog?
Sharing is caring?”

And now, an explanation.

I’ve been kind of a two-subject pony the last week or so, writing exclusively about a couple of subjects, and I’m finally started writing songs again. I’ve actually been writing them off-and-on (mostly on) since I was 14, but haven’t had a chance to record and edit all of them into the albums I want to create. It’s a huge compromise of my perfectionist ideals just to share this, but I want to share it, and:

I recorded it late Tuesday night, in a practice room in Music Hall(thus the faint, unrelated background noises/music), right after I wrote the accompaniment. This is literally the 4th or 5th time I’d ever played it, so you’ll hear me thinking, stopping to remember which chord comes next, not liking how I started a vocal line and starting it over.

I wrote the vocal melody and lyrics on Sunday, April 7, but it’s sometimes hard to hear anything over the piano(it’s a really rough recording, thus why it’s a demo), so I typed up the lyrics so you can read them as you listen(occasionally they vary from the recording, because I sometimes forget my own lyrics). Or, if you don’t want to listen, you can treat them as a poem of sorts. Enjoy(please don’t judge too harshly)!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfS2ddR0_UA

(unlisted video, only people with the link can view it, my WordPress account isn’t fancy enough for audio files)

“Greener Feels (lyrics)
By Maggie McGinity

Verse 1:
I don’t know if it’s my mind, or circumstance, or just some twist of fate
That turns my comforts into bad things, and lets me know too late.
Behind this smiling mask there lies an overwhelming plate.
Does anyone have the date? Does someone have the date?

Chorus 1:
‘Cause this is not my day.
This is not my month.
This is not my year,
From what I hear,
On me it’s given up.
This is not my life
The way I thought it would be now.
How, how
Is nothing good enough?
 
Verse 2:
My room is neat, I’m on my feet. I get to move around,
But so incomplete, I call my beat, still clinging to the ground.
On hands and knees I fall with ease. To that stage I revert.
I swear there was once, though I can’t remember,
A time I didn’t hurt.
I didn’t hurt
 
Chorus 2:
When it could be my day
It could be my month
It could my year
Back then, my dear,
No one had given up
It could be my life
The way I imagined it now.
How, how
Is faith not good enough?
 
Bridge:
I am not the only lost and wandering seeker,
I’m not the only referred to as a late-life peaker,
But I am not engaged in that so much meaner
Field of staking a pasture, but still seeking out greener feels
 
Chorus 3:
And this should be her day
This should be her month
This should be her year
Somehow, in fear,
I guess she’s given up.
This is not her life
The way I want it to be now!
How, how
How, how
Is safe not good enough?”
 
Two quotes by the same author:
 
“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
-“My Sister’s Keeper,” by Jodi Picoult
 
“There were two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.”
-“Nineteen Minutes,” by Jodi Picoult
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