Turning the Crank

I have been writing some lately.  Finished a song a couple of days ago.  Feeling a bit rusty.  Getting back into writing is like turning the crank on some enormous machine.  Bloop, there's a song.  It's a machine that makes pancakes.  The first one is always just a test.  Too buttery.  Like a late night metaphor--one so mixed it has to lose sense just to find it.

Needless to say, and I say it anyway, this is the first post of this new blog.  I have been pushing my new record, Time for Change, day in and day out.  The record was named for its title track, a song about my high school days, about the Baker house, days of romantic poetry and tree drawings, the days after my dad died, the trampoline, the fireplace.  I thought I'd post the first draft of lyrics for you.  There was only the one draft, scribbled over, noted with production ideas and melodies.