Changes to "Empty Bed"

Empty Bed has now been renamed "Song of Regret"- many of the lyrics have been changed

Song of Regret

I’m lying here, I’m wide awake
Night has turned into morning
In shadows I reach out for you
Though I know that there is nothing
For me to feel

Your scent is still on my pillow
My room’s cold cause you get too hot
Suppose I could close my window
But I guess I’d rather not
Cause then it’s real

And all that’s left
Is an empty bed
And the sound of regret
Singing in my head
I am so sorry

I’m shivering in the darkness
Wish to God it would be light
It’s easier when it’s bright out
Only seem to miss you at night
Where are you now?

My body it still feels you
Close my eyes and you are there
The wind it sounds like the breath you take
Wrap my arms round empty air
Can you feel me somehow?

And all that’s left
Is an empty bed
And the sound of regret
Singing in my head
I, I am so sorry

I guess this is what they call heartbreak
Face the truth, you can't turn away
You will be my greatest mistake
I’d do it over just the same
You’re all I know
Of Love….

And all that’s left
Is an empty bed
And the sound of regret
Singing in my head
I, I am so sorry
I, I am so sorry
About all of this.

An idea I've been toying with for a while

So a bunch of these songs that I've been writing lately are actually ideas that I've been toying with for a while. So it's not necessarily something that I'm thinking about right at this second. It's just that, on any given day, I wind up having time to sit down and put an idea to paper.

This song is an example of that. I wrote the piano piece of it for a while ago, and I've been tossing the idea around for a while...Actually, come to think of it, the past 4 songs have been examples of that. "Get Lost" was actually written completely in my head weeks ago, and I just never put it on paper. "Empty Bed" was written years ago. I just found it in one of my old books and thought I'd throw it on here. "Hello Again" I first came up with last summer. Tried to write it, it wouldn't write itself. So I let it sit for a few months and then finished it.

I guess a lot comes down to having the time to do some serious writing and playing. Which I have had more than enough of lately....it's been nice- but I think I'm getting ready to get my life back. Suzie and I need some "time apart".

Good Enough

I’m lying here awake
Because you’re snoring
And I can’t sleep through the sound

I’ll have a headache
In the morning
But it’s not so bad, or so I’ve found

So I watch you
You’re fast asleep
And you aren’t what I had in mind

But now I’ve got you
And I don’t want to lose you
So I guess that this must be fine

And you’re nobody’s prince charming
And I sure ain’t no maiden fair
But I kinda like it in the morning
When I wake up and you’re still there
This may not be perfection
I think that’s understood
But at least until tomorrow
I can safely say it’s good
And that’s good enough

And I believed it
When you told me
That this would have to end

And I believed it
When I told you
I don’t think we can be friends

And I don’t know
And I can’t tell you
If we were wrong or we were right

But I do know
That I want you
So let’s not talk about it tonight

And you’re nobody’s prince charming
And I sure ain’t no maiden fair
But I kinda like it in the morning
When I wake up and you’re still there
This may not be perfection
I think that’s understood
But at least until tomorrow
I can safely say it’s good
And that’s good enough

I am REALLY not as angry as I sound...

So a few people have commented on the fact that a lot of my songs are angry. I certainly don't see them that way- I try to just call things as i see them.

However, this song in particular does come off as angry- I AM NO WHERE NEAR AS ANGRY OR BITTER AS I SEEM- it's just a style I wanted to work on... Also, it would be cool if people stopped assuming that they know who or what I am referring to in my lyrics: You probably don't. Hell, I'M not even sure what I'm writing about half the time. Sometimes an entire song will be written because I said or thought of one phrase that I thougth would be an interesting lyric- this song is a prime example of that- sometimes all they really are are attempts at coloring in the traced outline of a thought that crossed my head.

Get Lost. (March 9, 2006)

I’m sorry that I’m not a princess
I guess I just don’t suit the profile
I’m the shoe that just wouldn’t fit you
But damned if it wasn’t your style

And I’m sorry that I’m not a picture
Of what is perfect in your mind
And yet, you can’t seem to avoid me
And you can’t seem to leave me behind

So tell me who’s your cinderella?
What the hell are you waiting for?
I’m not going to change at midnight
You don’t like it, then head for the door
You can dream of her if you want to
You can love her in your head
But while it’s a dream you're holding on to
I’m the one lying in your bed
So get real.

And I’m sorry that I like to argue
I guess complacent is more your thing
And yet you always seem to want to
God forbid you should make yourself think

And I’m sorry that I am not fearful
Maybe you’d prefer to protect and to serve
But I think that you like that I’m powerful
That I demand no less than I deserve

So tell me who’s your cinderella?
What the hell are you waiting for?
I’m not going to change at midnight
You don’t like it, then head for the door
You can dream of her if you want to
You can love her in your head
But while it’s a dream you're holding on to
I’m the one lying in your bed
So get real.

And I’m sorry that you think I’m a passtime
I’m sorry you think you’ll move on
But at some point you’ll wish you were mine
And I’m sorry but I will be gone

And I’m sorry that I don’t need flowers
And that I fuck with your views of romance
But chick flicks are overrated
So why not give real a chance?

So tell me who’s your cinderella?
What the hell are you waiting for?
I’m not going to change at midnight
You don’t like it, then head for the door
You can dream of her if you want to
You can love her in your head
But while it’s a dream you're holding on to
I’m the one lying in your bed
So get real.

Or get lost.

Walking down memory lane

Tomorrow (Hello Again)

Hello again
Haven’t we been here before
Tell me how you’ve been
Pretend I want to know
But in truth you’re uninvited
And I wish you’d go away
So why am I still talking,
And why have I asked you to stay?

Let’s say hello just one more time
It beats the hell out of saying goodbye

Hello again
You’re looking good
But then again you always have
And so I guess that I should
Close my eyes so I can’t see you
Maybe then you’ll go away
Cause I know that I can’t have you
And still I have asked you to stay

Let’s say hello just one more time
It beats the hell out of saying goodbye

Hello again
It feels so right
If I asked you to
Would you spend the night?
No wait, I take that back
that’s not what I wanted to say
But it looks like the damage is done
Cause it looks like you’re going to stay

Let’s say hello just one more time
It beats the hell out of saying goodbye
And I guess we'll deal with goodbye tomorrow

Empty Bed

Empty Bed

I’m not sure why I’m still awake
Cause night time has turned into morning
I rolled over in my bed to hold you
Though I knew that there was nothing
For me to feel

Your scent is still on my pillow
My room is cold cause you get too hot
I suppose I could close my window
But I guess I’d rather not
Cause then it’s real

And all that’s left
Is an empty bed
And the sound of regret
Singing in my head
I’m so sorry

I’m shivering in the darkness
I wish it would be light
It’s easier when it’s bright out
I only seem to miss you at night
I miss your breath
My lullabye

I guess this is what they call heartbreak
I guess this is how it goes
They say time heals all wounds
But it’s time that made it so
I loved so long
And now it’s gone

And all that’s left
Is an empty bed
And the sound of regret
Singing in my head
I’m so sorry
I’m so sorry about all of this

A new direction...

DISCLAIMER: I seriously considered not putting this one online- but I decided to because I don't believe it's any more or less revealing than a love song, or a song about anger. that being said, it's a very very different direction for me as a composer and lyricist- so go easy on me please. Thank you.


Talk to Me (March 6th, 2006)

Touch me
Don’t try to be gentle
Feel me
Don’t get sentimental
Tease me
Be experimental
Want me
I want to be primal

I don’t want no lullabye
Don’t want no sweet goodnight
It’s time for us to come unclean
Don’t want to feel beautiful
Just want to be colorful
Teach me how to be obscene

Baby, Baby
I wanna be your filthy dream
Baby, Baby
Every nasty fantasy

Talk dirty to me

Play me
Make me instrumental
Praise me
Become transcendental
Use me
Make it detrimental
Love me
Just don’t be judgemental

I don’t want a song and dance
Don’t want no sweet romance
I want to be your sullied queen
I don’t want no fairy tale
I just wanna be unveiled
Want to be naked, want to be seen

Baby, Baby
I wanna be your filthy dream
Baby, Baby
Every nasty fantasy
Baby, Baby
I wanna be raw, I wanna be mean
Take me, Need Me
Pull me under, set me free

Talk dirty to me

Moments

A Series of Moments- March 4, 2006

Never been too great with goodbyes
I’m not sure what you want me to say
You’ll be my friend, but not my lover
Spare me your tired, old clichés
If it’s not too much to ask
Can I have my dignity back?

And I guess we both knew we’d be here
It was bound to end this way
After all the pushing turns to shoving
There’s nothing to do but walk away
Trying hard to hold your chin up
Pretending you’re unscathed

But there were moments
When we were beautiful
There were moments
When we were true
There were moments
When we were a miracle
There were moments
When I needed you
And even if you never wanted me
You felt good cause I wanted you
And even if that’s all I ever did
In the end, I was good for you too

And I guess if you really want to
You can just write me off and laugh
About the silly girl who fell too hard
The silly girl who fell to fast
And how naïve she was to believe
That somehow make believe can last

But there were moments
Of desperate longing
There were moments
Only the other could fill
There were moments
Where just belonging
Was in itself a thrill
And even if you missed them all
Those moments didn’t pass me by
And if all I have left are the moments
I guess they are worth the goodbye