This Christmas

Every Christmas Eve that we are all together my wife's family has a Christmas talent show. We just get to enjoy everyone's company and what they are doing. Some people do something musical, some read a poem - it doesn't really matter what it is, it's just a time to share. A few weeks ago I decided that I wanted to write a new Christmas song every year. Nothing big and grandiose, just a little something that I would be able to share with the family. This is my first attempt. Mind you, this is not written with the intent of becoming a classic or a standard. This is my own personal amusement. Hopefully I can get this recorded sometime in the next few days.



This Christmas
I don't need presents
I don't need snow
I don't need sleigh bells
Or mistletoe
There's only one thing that I need this year
This Christmas I need you right here


I don't need snowmen
I don't need sleds
I don't need sugarplums dancing in my head
There's only one thing that I need this year
This Christmas I need you right here


Bing sang of "White Christmas"
Dino sang "Outside, its cold!"
But for me it's not Christmas
Till I've got my love to hold


I don't need stockings
I don't need lights
I don't need Santa coming over tonight
There's only one thing that I need this year
This Christmas I need you right here


So if you're looking for some way
To bring me holiday cheer
Just make sure when it's Christmas you're here

Apart at the Seams

It's quite strange how a song will pop into your head. Sometimes it the lyrics first, other times you hear a melody that you have to match up with words that work. Sometimes the words in your head are not really words you want, but they flow like a cracked dam. Topics you wouldn't normally want to write about start to pop out of the end of your pen or even off the tip of your tongue. It's is a dark song. Probably one of the darkest lyrically I have ever encountered. It just kind of happened. I wrote the music today in about four minutes - the words in less than 15 as they appear. No edits. I'm working on getting it recorded and up soon.

For all you theorists out there, don't read into this song. It has nothing to do with me. These are not feelings of mine. These are not experiences that I am going through. I am fine. I am happier than I have ever been. This is a story in a song. I know that Thomas Harris didn't try cannibalism to write "Silence of the Lambs" or Alfred Hitchcock killed anyone to direct "Dial M for Murder". This is strictly a figment of my imagination.

The only way that she was going to fly
Was to step off of that ledge into the sky
Someone called her
Someone called her home


The only life that she had ever known
Was found without a place she could call home
No one loved her
No one loved her so


She falls apart at the seams
Inside her nightmare she screams
So in a life filled with doubt
From a rooftop she will shout
"I hope that this is my way out!"


To stop the demons screaming in his brain
He walked head-on into a speeding train
No more sorrows
No tomorrows now


His wife and kids did not know who he was
He gave the good life for a life of drugs
Now he's wasted
Now he's wasted breath


He falls apart at the seams
Inside his nightmare he screams
So in a life filled with doubt
Into a headlight he will shout
"I hope that this is my way out!"


Life gives back what you invest
You can't expect all the best
And if you feel you should die
Just wipe away the tears you cry
Don't waste your time on asking "why?"
Start chasing after what you should
Try filling up your life with all that's good