artistic suicide #2

In the second installment, I talk about how I got involved in music, the basic ways to write songs, and gathering up the 70 songs I've written in hopes of getting a rough recording of all of them in one years time!

My Artistic Suicide

I found an old poem: Oblivion

It is fun to find an old poem that you don't remember writing. I don't have any idea when I wrote it.   So here is the first one I've posted in a while!

Oblivion

Maybe I could drink myself into oblivion

And then they could put me back on Lithium

And then

And then

We could be Friends.

So I pulled down my BVDs

That lead me to propose on my knees

And fall stricken with the suburban disease

Of making sure my grass is really green.

I gonna escape this job that’s killing me

I gonna stop faking a life full of ease

So my severance package suits the new me

As I run away from things chasing me

I’ll pay for everything I thought was free

Maybe even take some responsibility

For this world moving toward catastrophe

Place faith in the mystery--that all is not insanity.

I have to reprogram all that was taught to me

All fairy tales and films with happy endings

The general goodness I saw in humanity

And agree to reject anything that smells of rationality.

Maybe I could drink myself into oblivion

And then they could put me back on Lithium

And then

And then

.....We could be Friends.