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A letter arrived in the mail today,
It came across the sea.
The butterflies and flowers all smiled at me,
a bitter-sweet irony.
I read through it all with tears in my eyes.
Something close to me died.
It took its last breath, and left this world.
I lost the love between you and I.
Your voice arrived on the phone today,
It came across the sky.
I tried so hard to hide the pain in my heart,
I still can hear you cry.
I hung up the phone with tears in my eyes
and then I broke down and cried.
As much as I try, I know that its gone.
I lost the love between you and I.
Your smile’s the moon, and your eyes are the stars,
but they wont sparkle for me.
I no longer see you when I look at the sky,
I’ve lost the love between you and I.
You’re gone from my life.
You’re love passed me by.
You’ve left my night sky.
I’ll miss you, goodbye.
Copyright Shaman Romney 2009
Baby, you’re my galaxy girl.
Baby, you are out of this world.
You’re smile’s the moon, and your eyes are the stars.
I can see them from wherever we are.
I look at the stars and they sparkle for me,
How I wish the whole world could see
that, baby, you are out of this world.
Baby you’re my galaxy girl.
Baby, star gazers can see you tonight
when you come out after the twilight.
I stare deep into your cosmic rays.
I stare deep for what seems like days.
How I wish that time could slow down
that way, you’d always be around.
But you disappear in daylight.
Baby, I wanted to see you tonight.
Baby, you’re my galaxy girl.
I’m coming to see you, out of this world.
I’ll fly past the moon, and up to the stars.
Everyone can see us where we are.
I look into your eyes, they sparkle for me.
I’m so glad the whole world can see.
That our love is out of this world.
Baby, you’re my galaxy girl.
Chords D-D-G-D
Copyright Shaman Romney 2009
Got up out of bed, thoughts run through my head,
About my dreams the night before.
I look at stars above, and think about my love.
Yes, all my thoughts go back to you.
You said you had to go, I knew you couldn’t stay,
and so you moved so far away.
Ever since that day, I don’t know what to do.
‘Cause all my thoughts go back to you.
Chorus:
It feels like I am going to fall,
so I’ll press my back up against the wall.
There is nothing that I can do
When I still love you.
Maybe one day, I’ll come around;
I’ll get my feet back on the ground.
One day I’ll get back next to you.
Until then, my love will stay true.
You told me to move on, I told you not to cry.
And we will both have to try
To get along in life, without each other there.
But we’ll have the moments we’ve shared.
The memories of our love will never fade away,
And they’ll grow sweeter every day.
But how can I move on; How will I get through,
When all my thoughts go back to you?
Chorus
Chords: G-D-Em-C Repeat through song
Copyright Shaman Romney 2008
When the sun his your eyes,
the whole world stops for you.
And when your smile shines,
the whole world smiles too.
Chorus:
Lovely smile,
Lovely eyes.
All your beauty,
Brings the world alive.
Drawn into the deeper blue,
The wondrous color of your eyes.
I can not pull my self away.
I am completely mesmerized.
Chorus x2
When the sun hits your eyes,
My whole world stops for you.
And when your smile shines.
I’ll always smile too.
Copyright Shaman Romney 2008
Firstly(And unrelated-ly), trying to write blog psts at work during down time is not a very effective way to blog. Its hard to keep a train of thought going when you have constant interuptions. So, seeing as I am posting at work, I’ll keep this brief.
I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day. No, not because I’m a desperate single person.(Not saying it isn’t somewhat true.)
No, I don’t like Valentine’s Day because its all about obligation.
You take a girl out to dinner and buy her a nice piece of jewelry, or flowers, or chocolates on any other day, and you’d be a very romantic gentleman.
But if you DON’T do those things for a girl on valentine’s day, you are a lazy no good loser who doesn’t deserve love.
Obviously there are many women who don’t feel that way. But the holiday is based around that idea.
If you are the type of guy who likes the big romantic gestures, (like me) then it shouldn’t matter what day it is. You should do those things because you want to. Not because you feel obligated.
Everyone has got issues.
Some are small, like being a couple of pounds overweight, or being allergic to penicillin(not that small at times, but doesn’t come up at often.) Some are big, like being a war victim or a quadriplegic.
Regardless of what they are, how we deal with them defines us. It shows the world how we handle the cards we are dealt. That is how we get those world defining, brave, super awesome ra-ra success stories. It’s also how we get the super sad, depressing, bottom of the barrel stories. A lot of the time, we end up getting both in some nice combo meal of successful failure or faulty success.
But, more likely, our personal fight doesn’t define the world, or get on the new, or really anything like that. They stay personal. As they should. They define us, and even if they become bigger and more open, if they didn’t help us grow personally then we never really dealt with them, now did we?
With that in mind, I’d like to talk about my issues, and my somewhat feeble, but still important, steps towards defeating them.
I suffer from an enjoyable combination of unyielding optimism and existential angst, with strong introversion and a need for people that borders on narcissistic, with a high intelligence and enough undeserved issues to drown a freudian elephant. I could easily qualify for clinical anxiety, depression, or any host of other diagnoses. I most closely fit the criteria for Borderline Personality Disorder, and at my darkest times have met the diagnostic criteria.
I definitely could benefit from large amounts of therapy. Probably drugs also, but if its pure personality kind of thing, they wont do very much. However, my lack of a car and free time means I am trying to go it alone using Wikipedia(also known as best the resource besides google) and willpower.
Not surprisingly, it isn’t very effective.
But, unbeknownst to the rest of me, the unyielding optimism teamed up with the intelligent narcissist (we’ll deal with him later, but he gets results) to make all the little blocks of work I’ve bringing into something resembling a house now.
I’ve gone from OMFG-bat-head-eating-wall-punching-fear-inducing insanity to OMG-brocolli-head-eating-bag-punching-beer-imbibing craziness.
That’s progress, right?
TL/DR: I’m crazy, I’m human, I’m working on it.
I was sitting with my family, enjoying the 50th anniversary of the Beatles on CBS, when I heard Paul McCartney say those words. He was telling the story of how he and John Lennon were writing the song “I Saw Her Standing There.” Seeing this legend talking about writing such a timeless song like it had only happened yesterday was very surreal. It felt like someone saying, “I remember when we wrote Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.”
Saying this out loud prompted my dad to chime in. He remembered the first time he heard the Beatles. He watched them on the Ed Sullivan show with 73 million other Americans. Like the rest of America, he was instantly hooked, and proceeded to rebel against his parents by soaking up every bit of Beatles he could. My mom first heard Obladi-Oblada in Venezuela, before she came over. It’s still her favorite Beatles song, and one of her favorites of all time. But, hard as I tried, I couldn’t think of the first Beatles song I heard.
I definitely remember the songs. I know them as well as my abc’s and my jingle bells. I imagine I heard it was while I sitting in the car with my mom, listening to the oldies station, being way too young to appreciate good music and wishing that she’d change it to radio Disney or something like that. I’m told was an Elvis kid anyways, so at least I wasn’t too far off on the good music spectrum.
Regardless, I know now how much they influenced everything else I love. All the other songs by all those other bands were all inspired by the Beatles. Even I’m inspired by them in my songwriting.
Never in my wildest dreams will I ever be as good of a song writer as Paul or John, nor as good at guitar as George. Hell, I’m probably never even going to be a Ringo. (Who I still love by the way. He puts on one hell of a show.)
But that’s alright. We all need our musical gods to worship and aspire to. Our musical saviors, so to speak. Not that anyone has made that comparison before. 🙂
-Gonnamove
Shame on The Universe 