songwriting
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It’s way easier to start new projects than finish new ones seemingly. Streets of September The streets of September seem So long ago. I’m embracing November and for what it Will bestow. There’s no use living in the past It’s always going by so fast. Nothing material will ever last. So just live for the…
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Something I started writing earlier. I thank you LordI thank you LordI thank you LordI thank you Lord Repeat I thank you for the many blessingsYou have given meI thank you for the gifts you’ll bringThat I cannot yet see. I thank you LordI thank you LordI thank you LordI thank you Lord
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Sing this to the melody of She’ll Be Comin’ ‘Round the Mountain. ALOUD! Y’all acting like you’re free but you’re enslaved!I see you on TV you look so lame!They used to call you Uncle TomsI wouldn’t call you at all, my Son.You even use a clearly made-up name! KEVIN HART!
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Waning crescent Moon, It’s me, your love,—the loon. You look lovely there tonight. But you look lovely every night. Waning crescent Moon, I wonder if you’d croon. If I lent you a lute. Perhaps Pan and his flute. This sort of ended up being a rant about Dante which I’m okay with because screw that…
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This song is about how you shouldn’t take the Bible as a literal account of history.
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I can’t for the life of me remember the original song to which the melody for this belongs. I have used it so many times before I have forgotten what it’s from. Every child actor in Hollywood was abused.I guess that you don’t keep up with the news.But not by Michael Jackson.I’m spitting only facts,…
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I hope you folks understand that I don’t do anything I do performatively. If you’ve read for long enough you’ve probably noticed my poetry and writings have become way more God-centric, but not religious. I don’t do religion. I told someone who asked if I was Christian once that I am spiritual—not religious. I hope…
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Thank you God for every dayThank you God in every way.Thank you God it’s this I prayThank you GodThank you God.
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I used to post from VenusBut now I post on Mars.You know that she’s the planetThey call the Morning Star?And Mars has a reputationHe really never earned.He doesn’t e’en start wars and stuff.That’s Saturn I have learned.
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I shall write a song for SolTo whom i give controlI trust you God in everything.You’re the one who makes me whole.I’ll annoy the rest with praiseI give you my remaining daysBut that’s just fine they can learn from meI’ll be there to help always
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I think I’m calling it Trust Him. Descending messages that I cannot be sure of Pretensive effigies to gods, when mine is pure love. I can’t ascend these stairs these stares are biting wincing Okay, how did I do? Just was that ish convincing? The effort is the point it’s not to get it perfect.…
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I testified. I rectifiedThe problems of the worldI found God deep inside of me.My passion was unfurled. I had a wedding yesterday.I married my true self.No other one is quite as pureI can’t stand no one else.
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I used to be a homeboyBut now I’m a homeman.I like to cook the dinnerI do everything I can.I even do the houseworkAnd clean up for myself.But it’s just me. I live alone.There is nobody else.
Musings of the Mad 