I woke up to the radio station announcing local concerts. Ingrid Michaelson coming soon (Alece!!!) and later this month, Regina Spektor (WHY-AM-I-NOT-GOING-TO-THIS-CONCERT!?!?).
Then this random acoustic sing-songy tune came on (I don’t even know what station I’m listening to) and a man started singing “If I had a million dollars…” listing all the things he’d buy.
Then he sang “I’d buy your love.”
And that’s when I turned the radio off.
Do you think love can be bought?
Note added on 8/7: This discussion is going so well that I want to keep it running for another day. If you haven’t chimed in yet, please do so! We have some worship leaders watching how this pans out. Thanks for stopping by y’all!
Help me out here:
What songs, subjects, and themes do you want to sing about in Church that aren’t already being covered by today’s worship songs? What are we missing in our lyrics?
So. About three weeks ago (blame it on the cough meds then) I wrote this song. That morning, I think I stayed home sick or something… And started thinking about how my mind works – active – awake – alive, and about how weird you’d think it was if you spent some time in my mind… And then started thinking that if I spent time in your head, I’d probably think the same about your mind…
Then I started writing. “If you climb inside this piece of mind…” I knew it wouldn’t work without a big production, just to bring the feel of hypnotic weird psychedelic mystery. And, I also wanted to find some of the weirdest sounds possible and add them in. So I’ve been chipping away at this one for a few weeks, just for you! 
(Your best experience will be had with earphones or full speakers. Your computer speakers won’t bring the fullness to your ears.)
If you climb inside this piece of mind,
let me tell you what you’d find:
Oh I know… It’s a world awake.So jump on board and take this ride
to places otherwise unkind
& you’ll find a world awake.If you see this You won’t believe your eyes.
If you see this you might change your mind.
A world awake. A world awake.Softly sifting memories
composing little secret dreams.
Keep walking through a world awake.Sunset singing melodies
and whispering. Keep listening.
You’re finding a world awake.
When we left Hector Hector, he finally landed a job as a nectar collector. He was so pitiful that even the bees felt sorry for him.
(Warning: This is so far beyond anything I’ve ever written, but it’s gonna get weird if I’m working towards 100, right? I hope this isn’t your first impression of my music – because this is very… um… silly?)
The bees were being nice to him
They let him work and earn a wage again
Because they saw the good
Hector could be
Sweeter than HONEY
Sweeter than HONEYHector was walking down the street one day
saw a girl he’d like to meet so he’d say
“Hello my name is hector
I sell nectar and HONEY
I sell HONEY”She said, “Well Honey’s my name too
You seem kinda silly and a little cute
If you want to call me
….you can call me HONEY
Call me HONEY.”That day Hector finally found the truth
found what would satisfy his sweet tooth
Hector found his
Hector found his HONEY
Found his HONEY
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…
