Song: Accelerating by William Stonewall Monroe

Accelerating by William Stonewall Monroe, a rock tune regarding feeling unstoppable.

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You can’t catch me while I’m accelerating
Changing lanes, crossing lines on foreign pavements
That glimmer in your eye, is my mirror
That glimmer in your eye, ain’t getting clearer

You can’t quit, while I’m accelerating
There you sittin, listen to your statements
That glimmer in your eye, is my mirror
That glimmer in your eye, ain’t getting clearer

You can’t stop, while I’m accelerating
Air poppin in your face through the turns you’ve been debating
That glimmer in your eye, is my mirror
That glimmer in your eye, ain’t getting clearer

William Stonewall Monroe

Tippy toes: a poem of fatherhood

Tippy toes: a poem of fatherhood

Tippy toes on tippy toes,
Let it come, let it goes.
Make up your mind,
Change your heart. Better,
Resolve in heart, endeavor
Let the mind be flexible,
Let the wisdom that a father knows
Sit still for a while, let it build, grow
Everything does not need to be known
And not everything known needs to be shared
Keep the hearts,
Newborn
Hold them dear. Keep them.
Keep them close.

William Stonewall Monroe

Newness: sometimes your the pit crew

Suppose there was a day that you could wake up, and all things, new and bright and shiny were working together for good and love in the middle of life’s hurricanes. A chosen above and mist below, horizons and fault lines, verizon and wait your times.

Never never owned by the precious moments that slip by but fully owning them, taking in the breaths and letting them go, one at a time. Not the time you could have predicted, but the time you have, the time you love, with the people you love.

It is in these times that sometimes, life asks you to be the race car driver, and sometimes life asks you to be the pit crew. Embrace your crew or your driver and run this crazy race.

How to write your own Lorde song, or the spectrum of preference and possibility, a beginner’s guide to pop music realism

Ok, so you love Lorde, let’s say you love her music so much, you want to replicate it, while still being able to say that you wrote your own song. Imitation is the purest form of flattery after all, right? Right. First, you’re going to need to make a list. Since I’m still thinking about that lovely panini and tomato soup I had for dinner, I’ll make mine about food.

Your list needs to include things from what I call, “the spectrum of preference and possibility”

Examples:

Something you really just kind of don’t prefer: pinterest recipes that call for cream cheese

Something you are: An amateur home chef

Some things that will or have never happened: the watched pot never boils, I’ve never cooked with truffle oil

It’s really as simple as that. Now you have the basis for your own song. Mix and match, try making one the title/chorus, and then working in the other two. And don’t forget the backbeat.

Here is the beginnings of some Lorde-esque lyrics that I came up with using my spectrum of preference and possibility.

Boiled

I’ve never seen a truffle be so fresh, I drool to Masterchef, and Paula Deen
I’m not proud of my soufflĂ©, In this kitchen at home, we might go to Wendy’s

It’ll never be boiled, with you here watching me
But baby you’ll drool, when you smell this frickasee

Sometimes I don’t enjoy the recipes
I get from pinterest that call for so much cream cheese
I really just cook at home for my wife and baby
But we all know, this food’ll be tasty

But it’ll never be boiled, if you don’t put it on high heat
This kind of shrimp must cook real fast, the leftovers won’t last
It’ll never be boiled, with you here watching me
Baby you’ll drool, let me be your Gordon Ramsay

Every “I Love You” Is a Snowflake

Every “I Love You” is a snowflake,
precious, never delivered by mistake.

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At the first sign of yours, I’ve cancelled all my heartbeats,
but rather than staying inside, staying safe, my heartbeats have run out the door

Infinity in the tiny things, to be taken in at once,
savored, and yet never fully comprehended.

One may not stick, one may be blown by the wind, one melted by the still warm pavement
But continue a life-long flurry and the world transforms

You make me happy

Here are the lyrics for my new song, “you make me happy.” The chords are G, B, C throughout.

You make me happy,
Not because anything
That you say or do
And if it’s quite alright
I’d like to stay for a while, with you

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My toes don’t much, mind the cold
But your feet next to mine, have such a hold
My hair don’t much mind growing old
But as long as your here, my heart’s growing bolder
To tell you always and tell you all the ways and tell you all your days

You make me happy,
Not because anything
That you say or do
And if it’s quite alright
I’d like to stay for a while, with you

Remember the time you smiled and said, “I got devices”
My pride was still sore, from falling on the ices,
You held my hand and helped me through the crisis
But my mouth was still burnin, cause your so good with spices
To tell you always and tell you all the ways and tell you all your days

You make me happy,
Not because anything
That you say or do
And if it’s quite alright
I’d like to stay for a while, with you