Monday, August 29, 2011

Creations taking new forms

My blogger friend Busker has been visiting the actual House of the Rising sons heah in Texas, and in comparing our artistry, we decided to collaborate to create a song or two, (and maybe, hopefully more).

He picked thru some of my writing and poetry, and liked the one that follows below, "The Toast". It's a very personal piece, and one that he has a lot of empathy with these days. He's written the piano music for it, as well as worked out the vocal stylings. I'll get the song posted as soon as he gets it recorded.

The Toast

Roomful of faces again, looking to me, their eternal host,
I raise my glass, look past their emptiness and utter this toast-

How did I know that this could be my fate?
How can I hate something I never could appreciate?
Riddles of Life-Love-Lust, of Demons and Drink,
And I only smile the widest as I stumble at the brink...

A drunken marionette, chaos unwound with the face of a clown
Laughing at the Creator while coveting his crown,
I curse it all and refuse to believe in Him on his throne,
for if there really is a heaven- then I'll be eternally Alone.

So, Pour me another, to drown this fool's sorrows
Here's to you, and no more tomorrows.

Kirk
1/31/2004

1 comment:

Faded said...

It's quite an amazing thing to hear something you've written in the form of a song.

Busker is an amazing composer.