Suede and Sunshade

  • Muse

    Below is the latest song I wrote, sounds more like a poem than a song but they are pretty interchangeable.

    Muse:

    I got the case of the blues

    Because my lover has chosen another to be his muse

    There were so many clues, so many weird rules

    Questions would be answered with jewels

    That were worth less than the gold of fools



    Like every heart drawn in the sand

    Waves of tears wash it away at the sea’s command

    Like every heart carved in a tree

    Eventually shadowed by thorns and weeds

    Like my heart pounding in my chest

    Will explode soon of despair and stress



    The day I can make you mine

    Is the day that my fears finally die

    What does she have that I don’t

    The body, the finesse, the attitude

    Whereas she is in a different altitude

    While being in the same latitude



    If I were your muse, I would pose for you everyday

    Serenade you in smokey cabarets

    Prance around for you on Broadway

    Would never go astray, yet you treat me like a castaway

    And made a purebred out of a stray



    The day I could make you mine

    Is the day my tears will finally dry

    Trying to stand tall as a weeping willow

    Failing as I weep in my pillow

    Curl up like an armadillo

    Asking God how did it go this low



    The day I could make you mine

    Is the day I will finally be able to fly

    My love will always be for you

    No matter who else is between us two

    No matter who springs out the blue

    I am always ready to be your muse

    -Sunshine

    Written on February 18th, 2024

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  • I Guess Leaves Are Better Than Nothing

    I often wonder how people live off the grid and their reasoning for doing so. I imagine it goes a little something like this:

    Wild Thing

    I am a naturalist
    I live in the mountains 
    I roam free through the woods
    I wipe my ass with leaves

    The locals call me Wild Thing 
    Cuz they think anything not white is wicked
    Damn fools, but God bless ‘em anyways
    I am a foreigner, I am a wanderer
    I am a lone wolf in alpha territory

    But they know to stay away, because, who wants to draw blood from an angel?
    My lord, you think the end times now? Guess again!

    Am I in search for Eden?
    Perhaps, but what if I just wanted to run!
    Run from the gun, run from the fun!
    Run from the world, run from the girls!
    Run from the men, who in the end, only wanted my rear end!

    I live in a tent
    And I play chess with Bigfoot
    And he tells me many secrets!
    The secrets of the Old Guard
    The secrets of the New Age

    Oh yeah, this is the life for me!
    There is no place I would rather be!

    Written on August 15th, 2023

    Sunshine

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    Do you all believe in bigfoot?

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