lines from a song writing prompt 4

Below I’m posting a bit from a song I love and then I’ll write something around it (not necessarily in the context from the original source but maybe).  If the line grabs you, please steal it and play along too.  Post a link in the comments so I can check out what you did with it as well.

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“… and hear your voice of treason.”

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He was all mixed up.  She had a way of turning his thoughts inside out.  He didn’t know what he could trust because even his feelings seemed to betray him recently.  Did he love her?  Did he despise her?  Sometimes that depended on the second.

When she curled against him his heart soared.  When she lashed out at him, he sank.  When she sought him out for companionship, for love, he felt he could hold her forever.  When she was intentionally destructive, he couldn’t understand how things could go on.

Minute by minute, day by day, weeks, and months, and years, their relationship carried on in this manner until finally time took its toll on his beloved and she passed.  Then, when she was no longer in his life, he knew that he had loved her all long.  And, as the vet helped him pick out a marker for his dead cat, he couldn’t help himself from singing, “and hear your voice of treason, will you come home and stop this pain tonight, stop this pain tonight.”

lines from a song writing prompt 3

Below I’m posting a bit from a song I love and then I’ll write something around it (not necessarily in the context from the original source but maybe).  If the line grabs you, please steal it and play along too.  Post a link in the comments so I can check out what you did with it as well.

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“And the three men I admire most, the father, son and the holy ghost, they caught the last train for the coast.”

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The station was a mess.  People running every which way trying to catch their connections.  Late.  Everyone was always late.  Coming or going.  North or south.  It didn’t matter.  Trains always ran late and that meant everyone was always in a hurry when they finally made it to the station.

That was only part of the mess, though.  Others sat around, blocking the hallways and generally bottling up the whole works.  Tears in their eyes.  Down trodden and depressed, the moved slowly with lowered heads and slumped shoulders.  Sometimes they congregated together but most of the time they stayed as far apart as their was room for.

Those were the two general reactions people had when they’d heard the news.  They either raced about frantic or they stopped altogether and did nothing.  They couldn’t be blamed, of course.  Nothing like this had ever happened before.  Nothing like this would ever happen again.

I’m not sure why they chose me but when they called I answered  because I admired them so greatly and then dropped them off at the station.  I even walked them to their platform to make sure they got off okay.  I didn’t ask why they were going and they didn’t offer an explanation but off they went all the same, to the coast of all places.  Why not, I guess.  Perhaps things would be different there.

Here the music had died and life would never be beautiful again.

lines from songs writing prompt 2

Below I’m posting a bit from a song I love and then I’ll write something around it (not necessarily in the context from the original source but maybe).  If the line grabs you, please steal it and play along too.  Post a link in the comments so I can check out what you did with it as well.

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“The silent night is shattered by the sounds inside my mind.”

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She knew she was getting sicker.  Every day the volume of her life seemed a little higher and little more out of control.  She found herself seeking ways to mitigate the sound.

First she gave up listening to the radio in the car.  That allowed her to fight her way, with clenched teeth and hands at times, through the long hours of work before she once again could seek refuge in the car on the way home.  Then she convinced her boss that she needed to work from home to take care of her aging parents who, in truth, had died several years before.  Then she had begun to wrap everything in cloth because even the sound of clean pates being stacked together in the cupboard could bring her to tears.

No television.  No phone.  No social engagements.  No sound at all.  She even stopped talking to herself as she went about her daily chores.  Then she had to start seeping with ear plugs in because the sound of her breath rustling the sheets was like nails on a chalkboard.

Throughout this escalation she had known she was sick and getting sicker, she hadn’t wanted to admit it though.  And then it escalated so quickly at the end that she was too afraid to ask for help.  But then, she realized she had to seek help because her final refuge had been stolen from her.  She could her own thoughts.  They rang out like crashing bells on a clear morning, setting her teeth to chattering and jostling every last nerve.

She couldn’t handle a phone call so she sat down and began to slowly and carefully, mitigating the sounds of the keys clicking, type out an email to her doctor.

“I need help.  It is as though the sound of the world has all been aimed at me.  Everything slams against me louder and louder.  As i sit here and write this, the silent night is shattered by the sounds inside my mind.”

lines from songs writing prompt 1

Below I’m posting a bit from a song I love and then I’ll write something around it (not necessarily in the context from the original source but maybe).  If the line grabs you, please steal it and play along too.  Post a link in the comments so I can check out what you did with it as well.

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“… meet me in a dream of this hard land.”

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The sun set gray behind the ash rising on the horizon.  The fires had been burning in the west for longer than he could remember.  Some he met worried they would spread east but it had been years and he’d never seen a flame.

He watched the darkness spread towards the west and eventually overtake the gray.  There would be no stars.  The nightly winds brought clouds with them that sat low upon the ground.

As the stillness of the evening settled into his mind he threw his bedroll on the ground and prepared for sleep.  As always, his thoughts drifted to the friends, the brothers, he had left behind.  Some had gone to battle the raging fires.  Others had stopped traveling to try and build something, a life, a home, a family, here and there along the way.  He alone had kept on.

He missed them but he did not regret his choices.  His path was hard but so was theirs.  Life can kick and gnaw and grind a person down even when everything seems to be going their way.  He could not fight who he was.  They couldn’t fight who they were.  Trying to do so would have been folly.

A chilling breeze pushed down from the clouds and he curled further into his blankets.  It would rain later, he knew.  The ground would be colder and harder in the morning and yet he would wake and carry on.  That was what he knew how to do best.

Turning towards sleep, he yawned and murmured, his eyes already closed and his thoughts drifting back across the years to his brothers, “I’ll see you all again.  Until then, stay safe and meet me in a dream of this hard land.”

 

Jesterly Challenge Month – November 16th

I challenged myself today to tackle an idea I’ve had in my drafts folder for more than a year.  While driving to work one more Bad Company’s “Rock ‘N’ Roll Fantasy” came on the radio and I thought, “Hey, I should adapt this for my blog.”  I started it but never finished because it seemed kind of silly.  I wasn’t wrong.  It is silly.  But, give it a read and let me know what you think all the same.

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With my sincerest apologies to Bad Company:

Here comes the Jester, hey that’s me.
You’re all part of my fantasy,
I love writing and I love to see the crowd,
Reading all my words and commenting now.

Here comes the Queen, she’s “the one,”
She was dancing and sure having fun.
You’ll find you’re enchanted by swaying hip beats;
Put your feet on the floor and join the eilites.

You’re all part of the Matticus Kingdom.
You’re all part of my blog dominion.
You’re all part of the toddlerocracy.
You’re all part of my blogosphere dream.

Now here comes the Prince, ruling all.
He brings the feels and then lights up your soul.
He giggles so loud you stop, look around,
Expecting it’s a Godzilla made sound.

You’re all part of the Matticus Kingdom.
You’re all part of my blog dominion.
You’re all part of the toddlerocracy.
You’re all part of my blogosphere dream.
Toddlerocracy, yeah, yeah, yeah…