Writing is so weird... creating is weird.
The variety of ways you can get to where you need to be on any particular piece of creativity... you just never know how it's going to unfold, what the end result will be, and how it will relate to where you started and what you intended when you started.
In general, I find it's just best to as open to the possibilities as possible... work hard, be honest... be ready for anything.
I finished writing (really, rewriting) a song last week and was curious as to when I had first started experimenting with the chorus... I knew it had been around for awhile and gone through (at least) two completely separate versions and several other false starts.
According to my writing book, I first jotted down the words to the chorus in April of 2009... so about 10 months before I finally hit upon the "right" setting for them.
In between, I can trace the evolution (and de-evoluation) of the song until last week... truly a bizarre map...
But... all's well that ends well.
So...
SMOKE AND ASH
Is this any way to live?
Filling the silences with words poured through a sieve
Into your heart
Until it pulls apart
Is this any way to die?
Falling into days until we close our eyes
And moving on
And moving on
No it's not okay if you go
And go fading away into smoke
And ash from fires we'll always regret
Is this any way to be?
Sorting through photographs and dreaming of the sea
And who we were
So unsure
Is this any way to try?
We pack up boxes and stack them to the sky
To build a wall
Until they all fall
No it's not okay if you go
And go fading away into smoke
And ash from fires we'll always regret
jbg
