Birthday Song

Naming a song Blankety-blank Song has always felt like kind of a cop-out to me. Maybe in part because I've named a song Something-or-other Song before, and that particular song happens to be one that I don't like very much any more...but, well, I did create this rambling ditty on my birthday after all, and I have been surrounded by births these past few weeks. I suppose it also marks the birth of Bright Archer, as this was my first songwriting session under the new name. So, "Birthday Song" it has been dubbed: a song of first takes, and the first song created in my new Portland home.

Instrumentation: just me and my loop station and my cat and a, um, generous glass of wine, salvaging an imploding birthday at the eleventh hour.

Birthday Song

These are the words in my heart

They started before I knew how to start

They spoke out the spokes of my wheels

Cut into my blistered heels

Their purpose is to teach

And again and again they try

Sometimes I am a wall

Sometimes I am a microphone

They convince by force

These words are fists

These words are mallets

I am the delicate wrist

I am the breaking bone

I dance always alone

I dance always alone

Speak to me

Speak to my heart

Show me how to start

Speak to my heart