The oldest song

I've been wondering about the lyrics to my oldest song, wondering how to write them. I keep on listening to songs for inspiration. Those lyrics move me in a way nothing else could then I wonder; can I truly write something as compelling and perfect as this?

I think I can.

I know what I want to say. I dedicated it to my best friend long before I could even play the guitar vaguely well, I think this song is the reason why I'm so determined to improve my guitar work, amazing, without this song I would not be playing guitar today.

Yet it remains incomplete.

I'm getting to the point where there isn't any excuse but to not finish it, after all I now own an electric guitar and I have the musical based means to finish the song. The only reason I don't finish it is for fear of my lyrics not being particularly impressive.

I won't know unless I try ay? :)

-Joey

My loneliness

Then nothing.

Now I'm not sure what I'm to do.

I drew for hours on end,

cast bold colours in reckless strikes.

Formed shapeless anger,

I formed words to paper.

One word read;

why?

I moved on to my music.

The chords formed

and minors rung true.

I ended up singing one song over

and over,

to no relief.

Loneliness still stalked me.

I took my poison

and hoped for the best.

But the worst came true,

my mind wouldn't shake this thing.

I tried to walk it off,

I trod in the amber light of night.

My music swimming around my head,

it swam in the wrong direction.

Seems I can't shake this notion.

Desperate.

I ran.

Jumped on through,

avoiding trees and bushes,

just running to nothing,

for nothing;

nothing but to clear my mind.

A numb thud rung through,

I spun through the air.

Cast to the cold ground,

confused.

staring up,

my jaw left hurting,

"Fucking tree".

My confused mind thought of only one thing,

something I've been trying to run from.

The same thing that has been with me all along.

My loneliness.

I lay motionless,

staring to the sky,

nothing by my side.

Lost to the beauty of the day.

I only wish that I didn't have to face it alone.

Something that wont be

I awoke to a sun half covered by a white blanket, its light sept through, and the blue that broke through, it made peace with every callous sight that witnessed its wonder. I store on out from my warm home, through a window pane split to four by pure white plastic, the look was deemed fashionable.

I looked and wondered about you and thought, is she at work at the moment or Is she at home? Should I call around tonight or should I leave my thoughts to an assuming mind? I look and think too often, I never act on impulse. So an eve passes and I'm back home, looking out from my window.

I looked on out down, towards your house, past the green fence and towards the conservatory windows. They were lit bold by cream covered blinds, French by design. I store right on through and wondered, thought about who lay behind them. Your mother and father watching something on TV, you sat faraway, cast in the dim blue of your computer screen, playing some game, just doing anything to take your mind away from the trivialities of the real world. Wondering about him, perhaps stealing an odd thought about me? Maybe I'm not in your mind at all, maybe it's just you escaping from everything through a false reality.

But how I do remember how you were.I heard your dry wit and strength, how you hid behind it. Your mind opened and I caught a glimpse; underneath you are as fragile as every girl that I've met. Beneath all of that intelligence and layers of obvious individuality, you were just a girl lost by life. so I wonder almost every day about you. But I walk by and keep on walking, wondering about you.

-Joey

The big comedown

It was strange to note how everything change.

One phrase from you lips was all it took.

Such words torn jagged through,

Such guilt and foolishness filled me.

Afterwards,

deafening silence,

a muddle of logical mess,

my saddest happiness I hid behind.

Just to be kind.

Lowly sighs,

music, alcohol

and the words that were said

spinning around me,

taunting my head,

stealing all the happiness I held.

Desperately drowning in the sound,

horrible alcohol,

a bottle of cheap spirits.

I took the bottle

and drunk from its neck.

It's poison was met smiling

by a welcoming cringe.

Words replaced by a World spinning,

thoughts weren't certain.

Flat on my back,

fingers felt nothing,

my legs felt nothing,

I was only in my mind.

The bottle rolled across bare grounds,

empty.

A stray welling lingers by my eye,

those words weren't quenched by my intoxication.

They stained every thought in surreal insanity instead.

Howling silently, ringing violently

pain slicing and twisting through me.

The torn crimson and pitched black were all I could see.

-Joey

Such a day

How surreal it seemed to hear such a laugh passing from her lips, amazing was such a day. I Never knew someone could be so funny, no girl has ever made me laugh like that; I didn't think it was possible. But our laughs kept on coming boldly and then quietly as I remembered the hour was late (my folks were sleeping in the next room).

I begun to wish that I was right there with her. How much funnier would it have been to see her crumble to the ground in hysterics? And to watch me trip as I try to pick her up? What a sight it would have been to see two laughing fools rolling about the floor. Such a day will come I'm sure.

I wouldn't of traded this night for another, to me it was one of those nights that I'll never forget. For a day that started off so poorly I couldn't have expected it to have shone so brightly by the end. It was her birthday.

We talked for hours, it seemed little more than minutes to me, I wish I had the day. I don't think that I could run out of things to say and laugh about with her, I'm not sure I can, ever. So bring on the evening and night so I can spend it right, bring it on so I can talk with her tonight.

-Joey

Happy, nostaglic.

So I rolled out of bed quite late, the sun was shining, the chirps and whistles of songbirds filled the air. I was a day off. I got me some lunch and started my day of lounging and chilling. Albeit I say that then I went into the garage to make some noise on my drumkit, the weather warranted it I think.

I hadn't played in a week so to be fair I started of rather numb, playing like I was drunk; I lacked certainty and precision. A couple songs in and I was soon on form again. I begun to play some old songs I remembered from my youth.

I started to play some Van Halen.

It took me right back to a particular summer, I think it was my happiest childhood summer. The warmth of the air, those smiling friends I used to see everyday. Walking about the town, playing football on the green, staying out all day and returning in a clear, twilit sky. Those were the days I didn't have any cares; I was happy personified. I was thinking about those times, it's amazing how one song can bring back so much.

I was hardly paying any attention to my drumming as my mind escaped. My hits were getting harder, the kicker was being kicked to oblivion, my cymbals were all spinning about their axis erratically, my snare drum was getting the beating of its life. With every hit, every smash I found myself deeper in this dream.

My mum came into the garage, she'd had enough (she hates my drumming anyway). I was told to stop my racket. Mum had woken me from my past, brought me back into reality. I only wish that I could of had one more song ...then another and another. I could have played all day long, I could have played until the clear twilit sky loomed overhead.

But alas I'm happy enough, it brought a smile to my face to remember all those memories.

So what was the song you ask?

It was 'Why Can't This Be Love' by 'Van Halen'

So with all that in mind; which songs takes you guys back to your happiest times?

-Joey

The Necklace

The warmth around my neck takes me back;
Swings with my routine.
The shining gold ticks like your beating heart;
It ticks with mine.
The constant brushes against my chest remind me of that day.
The day I met you.

The days pass and I begin to wonder if I ever did,
The necklace brushes by my heart again.
So I take its warmth in my hand,
I make sure it’s still really there;
I think of you.
You are always here.

My mind casts back the journey home,
I remember being lost in thoughts of you;
Your necklace in my hand.
The glimmering front passes to my lips again,
I wonder where you are now.
I wonder when I’ll see you again.

The delicate welling in my eyes;
I remember perfect thoughts of you.
Nostalgic of that day over and over,
Your necklace in my hand.

I whisper I love you,
With you in my hands.

-Joey