Well, I can't really believe I'm doing this, but I decided to post a rough cut of a song I just finished writing - it's called 18 Years, and it's written as something of a bookend, looking back to where I was at age 18, looking present to where I am now 18 years later. So its a retrospective of sorts - 18 years of music, 18 years of life.
And it's very, very rough (recorded in Microsoft WAV recorder via a little PC mic) - so don't even bother clicking unless you're prepared for all the sordid imperfections this kind of setup implies. For you brave souls who listen, I'd like to hear your impressions. I think. Maybe. Then again, maybe it would be kinder just to say nothing. Hmm...
For those who want the lyrics, here you go...
18 years, finally on my own now,Happy Friday...
18 years, and the future's up to me,
18 years, full of dreams and good intentions,
But no one ever mentioned, just how elusive dreams can be,
They are so fleeting, faint, and frail.
Are you lost, weary, heavy laden,
Are you lonesome, looking for something more,
Are you tired, of going through the motions,
What for, what for?
18 years, innocence abandoned,
18 years, and your heart begins to bleed,
18 years, full of fire and vain ambition,
Oh I was on a mission, but all my visions were filled with me,
And I am so fleeting, faint, and frail.*
18 years, since I wrote my first song now,
18 years, and my boy's almost a man,
18 years, full of life that feels like dying,
But I am still trying, trying to learn how to live
And I am still fleeting, faint, and frail
But that is my strength now, yeah that is my strength now... *