and as a result

I've had an odd writer's block for some time, but that weird moment of clarity last night provided some smooth sailing, and I wrote lyrics for a new piece, "Icarus"--I think everything minus a bridge (as usual). Also, I pretty much mapped out the rest of my academic career here. Which is actually pretty exciting because it's my makeshift way of controlling/seeing the future. Of course things can get fucked up, but I'm willing to risk it. It looks safe from this distance. Anyway. This entry will be relatively short (eh I take that back) because it somehow got to be almost 6 pm and I haven't started a.) my french homework b.) my african diaspora paper c.) reading 4 books for the african diaspora paper or d.) written my draft for writing the essay. all of these things are due either before or by wednesday. exciting! anyway, I leave you with lyrics for "Icarus"---also, it's funny, even my handwriting for this piece was very clean and neat, unlike the illegible scribbles that make up every other piece I've written.

"Icarus"
You seek solace in lonely museums
In hopes that the colors will seep under your skin
Yet that one voice can shatter your reverie
And it echoes, like your footsteps, into your black & white memory

Self-understanding is fool's gold
while we are all greedy and naive.

Daydreamer, you'll fly towards the sun
to find the warmth you seek
And on the way, find Icarus, hold his hand
while you both make your way to the sea

Intoxicated, you run through the rain
hopelessly attached to romance
You tell yourself you've got nothing and everything to lose
But in the end, you're only left with ruined shoes

You'll never find indifference in a lullaby
Although your life is measured in multi-colored sighs

Daydreamer, you'll fly towards the sun
to find the warmth you seek
And on the way, find Icarus, hold his hand
while you both make your way to the sea

Composure is a telling sign of the storm
see her fingers tremble as she lights the match
Emergency exits are painted doors
Better to cover your eyes with a satin sash

This little raft is filling up with rain
And the water is rather cold

Daydreamer, you'll fly towards the sun
to find the warmth you seek
And on the way, find Icarus, hold his hand
while you both make your way to the sea




p.s - I really wish the dude upstairs would not plug his guitar into his amp, there is no way I can block out his awkward playing. He's gotten a lot better, but yeah...it's definitely not time for an amp.