Liminosity and luminosity
So for anyone who hasn't heard, I'm moving to Boston in a couple of weeks. It's a combination of a lot of things, best summed up by the phrase "it's time for a change."
The open mic songwriting challenge prompt this month was "august snowstorms," which is a phrase pretty much tailor-made for me, even though I didn't come up with it.
a + b =
Christmas in July
I spent January
snowed in in Gary, Indiana
so I spent my birthday
a dozen truckers and me
all of us with nowhere else to go
and February only brought more snow
March was a long, slow parade
down Rte. 36 out west to Kansas City
and I spent April on a prayer and on the wing
flying down to see what's left of New Orleans
for the sake of a line
in an old song of mine
the best part about leaving Cleveland
was that I could see all four seasons again
and from a porch in Portland I watched summer bloom
as the last days of May melted into June
and I think that I could stay
if sunset left me with anything else to say
if we celebrate Christmas in July
then why are we surprised by snowstorms in August
it's just a metaphor
for all of the distances around us
we take our chances all the way down
and say a little prayer when our luck runs out
the beauty of September
is in the ashes and the embers
of an old flame burning out
and all of October's birds flying south
there's a beauty in watching them go
and wishing that my wings would grow
I've never been to Tulsa but I'm pretty sure
that here we're not in Kansas anymore
and I am as thankful for the end of November
as summer must be for the memories of December
and the closer I get on 80 to Chicago
then the further it feels like I still have left to go
chorus
recording posted here.
The open mic songwriting challenge prompt this month was "august snowstorms," which is a phrase pretty much tailor-made for me, even though I didn't come up with it.
a + b =
Christmas in July
I spent January
snowed in in Gary, Indiana
so I spent my birthday
a dozen truckers and me
all of us with nowhere else to go
and February only brought more snow
March was a long, slow parade
down Rte. 36 out west to Kansas City
and I spent April on a prayer and on the wing
flying down to see what's left of New Orleans
for the sake of a line
in an old song of mine
the best part about leaving Cleveland
was that I could see all four seasons again
and from a porch in Portland I watched summer bloom
as the last days of May melted into June
and I think that I could stay
if sunset left me with anything else to say
if we celebrate Christmas in July
then why are we surprised by snowstorms in August
it's just a metaphor
for all of the distances around us
we take our chances all the way down
and say a little prayer when our luck runs out
the beauty of September
is in the ashes and the embers
of an old flame burning out
and all of October's birds flying south
there's a beauty in watching them go
and wishing that my wings would grow
I've never been to Tulsa but I'm pretty sure
that here we're not in Kansas anymore
and I am as thankful for the end of November
as summer must be for the memories of December
and the closer I get on 80 to Chicago
then the further it feels like I still have left to go
chorus
recording posted here.