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Working the maple orchard #mapletree #mapleline #maplesyrup #sunnyday #latewinter
Here's a song I wrote in February. The video features one of my favorite hats. I like hats. I also like this song (well enough.) I recorded it the same day I wrote it because I was attempting to do FAWM (Febrary Album Writing Month) at the time. That was a bust, but I did get a couple songs out of it. Perhaps I'll post a more recent version of it at a sooner or later date. Nonetheless, lyrics below. Whenever I sing the lyric "Somebody's vessel for life but it surely isn't mine" it makes me think of Angelic possession in Supernatural, but that's a story for a different Tumblr entirely ;) Whaddaya think of it?
Who Am I
When I'm in the dark and / i can't see my face I can't see my body and / i can't feel my shape Then I am alright / then i am myself But when it gets too light i / think I'm someone else
Who am I / All the time Even when it's light Who is this / that I see it isn't me -- so who am I?
Almost Thirty years ago in / 1985 Deep November Snow just / a couple days alive They gave me a name and / then they took me home But unrelenting love couldn't / make me less alone
Who am I / All the time Even when it's light Who is this / that I see it isn't me -- so who am I?
I am a stranger in my own skin This foreign feeling that I am / standing in Somebody's vessel for life but it / surely isn't mine I thought I could become her / I tried to make it right
When I'm in the dark and / i can't see my face I can't see my body and / i can't feel my shape Then I am alright / then i am myself But when it gets too light i / think I'm someone else
Who am I / All the time Even when it's light Who is this / that I see it isn't me -- so who am I?