Intro
I
don’t know anything I thought I knew… It’s like my life was stuck
in A Minor or something…
Instrumental——–Pick
up main———————————————————-
Verse
One:
I
spend most of my time filling the holes in my head. Sitting in this
cell thinking about the life I’ve led. It’s all free food and
therapy, but I may as well pay for something I can see…
This
room has a view but all I really wanna do is talk to you… It’s been
so long… How could that be wrong?
(spoken)
Everything
we had was based on sex money and lies. When you left you took it
all… Nothing to keep but alibis…
Bridge
One:
What
I kept don’t amount to much, but I was never fixed in this world
anyway… I’m just sitting here waiting on a bus for the next… May
as well take my time, I got… Plenty of it… Sometimes it runs
late… But I ain’t entertaining offers while I wait.
Hook
One:
I
could never tell you nothin’ real. It was all about me all of the
time.
It
was easier to hide the way I feel, like you were talking on my dime.
I
used to believe it was easier to hold it all inside…
I
never gave you anything… And I know how hard you tried…
Instrumental———————–Into
Verse Two——————————————
Verse
Two:
(spoken)
I Just want
to make this right before I go. Pay my bill or at least knock it
down, I don’t know. I wish I could set you free from what I’ve done,
but I figured it out, you ain’t the only one…
(sung)
That bus is
still running behind and sometimes I get so tired of standing here
looking stupid…
(spoken)
What the
hell am I hoping to find… Anyway…
Bridge
Two:
(sung)
Thought
about hoping a train… Getting there quicker… But thinking like
that only makes me sicker… It’s like my life is stuck in A Minor or
something… I don’t know what to do about it, but I know I gotta do
something…
Hook
Two:
So maybe I
could tell you something real… It’s a hell of a deal…
But I can’t
hide myself inside.. I need something to call mine…
If we never
really had it, what was it we pretended?
Was it over
long before us or only started once it ended?
Instrumental———–Finger
picked back to Verse Structure———————–
Verse
Three:
Anyway,
I just had to write this out… Learn to walk
before I fall again. I’ve been working on living, cleaning up some of
this sin, but I don’t know… What’s the use in being me if what I
was is all you see? Where’s the good in change if the world’s still
strange? It’s like I’m still stuck in A Minor or something… I don’t
know what to do about it, but I know I’ve got to do something.
Bridge
Three:
Can’t stand
up… Keep falling down… And the little ball keeps spinning around
Livin’ my
life in blue… …
…
Tell me
what I can do…?
Hook
Three:
But I could
never tell you nothin’ real… And I ain’t sayin’ nothin new…
It was
easier to hide the way I feel… Can you see it the same way too?
If we never
really had it, what was it you pretended…
Tell me,
how long will it be ’til this broken life is ended…?
Xtro:
I don’t
know anything I thought I knew… I don’t know… I don’t know
anything I thought I knew…
Instrumental———-Finger
picked to stop————————————————-
Principal
Chords:
Written
In C Major Played from A Minor. Instrumental piece…
Am= Am –
A4th – Am – A9th +7th – Am = 8 beats
Dm= Dm –
D4th – Dm – D9th +7th -Dm = 8 beats
Intro/Xtro
Am G Dm F
Fma7th Am G Dm Am Dm Am
Verse
Dm Am
Dm Am
Bridge
C G
Dm F Fma7th C G Am F FMa7th C G Am F FMa7th C G Am F Fma7th C
Hook
G Am
F FMa7th C G Am F Fma7th Am G Dm
Or
Alt
C G
Dm F Fma7th C G Dm F Fma7th C G Am F Fma7th Am
Why
I Wrote It:
This is the
first song I ever wrote. It was written at Clinton Correctional
Facility Annex around October 1st 2006.
I was
teaching a music class and one of the students thought we should
write our own songs to perform at the coming Christmas show. I was
reluctant but once I got going enthusiastic. As it turned out I was
the only one who actually wrote a song, and the only one who actually
performed. Since then I haven’t stopped writing. Over one thousand
sets of Lyrics, not all good, but several that I like, and over
eighteen manuscripts, some fiction some non fiction, three plays six
or seven journals. It was like unlocking a door that had been closed
for over thirty five years at that point. It just came out.
I have
about a hundred songs that I really like. They will end up in this
database over the next few years. I’ll begin publishing the
manuscripts in just a few months. I’m starting with a series.
This song
is about my life before prison. What changed inside of me in prison
because of the people I came in contact with, and because I was tired
of being me. Also I was sober. Something I had not been for over
thirty years at the time I came to prison in 2002. There is music for
these lyrics. I’m writing this in October of 2012 as a free man after
ten years in prison.
Yes it’s
very long, about nine to eleven minuets depending on the
instrumentals. It should be here somewhere recorded as should the
sheet music…
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