Friday, October 30, 2009

Latest "song". No chorus, open to suggestions.

Proof
I can’t prove it, but it’s a fact
It’s nothing you’ve done,
It’s the way I react when you walk in the room
Everything in me knows
I’m doomed to need you even though you’ll just go
Without a second thought about me
There is no evidence, just this feeling
That I’ve been recognized as one of your own
I think I see you too
But, it’s not enough to render proof
I keep looking for confirmation
Halfheartedly
But, obsessively mining my own memories
For clues
To prove my sanity to myself
We are the most intimate of strangers

Monday, October 26, 2009

inspiration/procrastination I

I have been obsessively watching the 1980's movie Popeye. It started when I heard a remix of 'He Needs Me' when I was at an event for work on Tuesday. I have now watched all the musical clips on You Tube, including the forgotten dusty gem 'Everything is Food'. I have not found the remix yet. The music in the movie is so simple and child-like but beautifully awkward and bittersweet. I feel inspired by it, but I question that I am just procrastinating working on my own art.