Song

I’m in the midst of composing a ballad.

I know what the tune is intended to be, but because I don’t know musical language well, I’m not prepared to give the notes in my head, a letter name. And because  my vocal chords are not at all up to snuff. (having rubber tubes placed down your gullet, enabling  you to breathe, for 2 months, will mess w/ a person’s vocal chords.)

Granted, I’ve been told by my old  vocal teacher, whom I hadn’t seen for years, that the remedy, really is practice –> isn’t that always the case?  But…as my mom will tell you -> practice has never been a pleasure of mine. Where-as, I’ve heard that some performers practice their solos nearly incessantly, practice is repetitious by nature. But I become unamoused quickly. I mostly practiced for the try-outs (but, still, not extensively) and then, once I got the solo, I’d practice some more. I was a lazy singer.

And now… there isn’t even auditory pleasure awaiting me. I’m used to sounding, not bad, and all of the sudden (it still feels like that…after 2 years) I have allot to re-learn… It’s a bit torturous.

My new song, only plays in my mind. Ah well. Here’s the chorus + the 1st verse:

I’ve been climbing mountains too long,

too long.

I’ve been climbing mountains for much too long.

Hoping when I find the peak that you can see me.

Hoping when I find the peak that we can go home.

We can go home.

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Been dipping my feet in the rivers of the valleys

Spent some of my time, trudging through the mud

Waiting for the day when I look up

Waiting for the day when I realize I’m free.