24: So Far From Home

So. I’ve got some dummy verses (which I’m working on re-writing) and a chorus. But that’s it. The song stops short.

Wanna write a bridge with me?
Bridges usually either summarize the point of the song… Or, they take us somewhere else – adding a surprising twist to the main point.
With that in mind, this bridge can really be whatever. Depends on what you think this song is about. I have no personal interest in where this is headed – it’s just words and tones that I think fit together.
So we can go wherever you want to take this thing.
Give me some great words, tones, feelings, thoughts, lyrics…

And let’s see what we can do with this one:

These places – they don’t look the same -
they don’t smell the same – they don’t feel the same.
These faces – they don’t look the same -
they don’t smile the same – they don’t speak the same.
Is this where I lay my head?

I’m so far from home…

These city streets – they don’t wind the same -
they don’t drive the same – they don’t look the same.
Is this where I find myself?

I’m so far from home…

Squares or Circles?

Which do you prefer – squares or circles?

What I really wanna know is… why?

So peer deeply into your soul. Close your eyes and ask your brain which shape feels better. Get in touch with your inner interior-decorator, and allow it to speak. Now, slowly… cautiously… type out your answer. And confidently hit [submit]. Trust me, you’ll feel better about yourself after this little act of confession.

photo by kennymatic

Pick a Cause, Any Cause.

Social Justice.

Some of us are paralyzed by the sheer array of choices. Where do we even begin when looking at all the options to fight global hunger, genocide, abortion, sex trafficking, etc?

I’ve been dizzied by the causes and groups and websites and teams and resources that are out there.

But the pit in my stomach and the thought of such tragedy being a present reality – they won’t let me stand still any longer.

From where I’m standing, and from where I’ve been, this is a pitiful reason NOT to get involved.

Honestly, I think lack of action wanders into the realm of sinful.

It’s time for us to stop wiping our consciences clean by the excuse of being uninformed. To stop dismissing our responsibility by claiming this is someone else’s problem. To stop thinking the decision to “do it tomorrow” is a form of action.

If we don’t do something, we won’t do anything.

What are you doing?

Or, better yet: What are you NOT doing?