My thoughts and out loud thoughts on composition, performance, and many things musical.

A Man’s Will to a Woman – COMPLETE!! **nope, still not true**

I am happy to say that A Man’s Will to a Woman is complete! **nope still not true** Per the changes I mentioned before, I did in fact change the mandolin to a viola, and banjo to cello.  Obviously I had to re-write a lot of stuff, but I think this gives this my own unique sound and I really love what I have.  I am proud of it.  I just need to do some final details (you know? the ones where I figure out how to use Finale after the fact?!) and then begin getting musicians to perform it with me.  The piece will set roughly at 25 minutes,06 seconds.

I present to you, with slight hesitation, but with soul-pouring via the internet, my lyrics:

MOVEMENT 1 – 8:18

“He proposed,” she said. I proposed that was fine.

For I’ve taken a liking to wandering free. Steady hand—steady heart: I’m gone.

And on, “Ready, Set, Go,” her heart shot the gun and I ran so far.

And King Russell and I ran the halyards, set sail, manned our ship, pointed north, and fought down ocean’s tides.

In the time that I’ve known her, in the wars that we’ve fought, my hope has diminished. Grown my patience has not.

“ ‘All the girls have a man and the girls I can’t have are the girls who scare me too little to love,’ said the man who had gone blind from falling in love,” said the man with pen in his hand.

“I’m gonna be late ‘cause of you!” her words flooded the room.

And that numbered the days until my final flee. Nervous hand—nervous heart: I’m here.

The door slammed behind her. My voice followed her, “Fare thee well.”

The clock hit the floor and the hour hand stopped, and the branches quit swaying and so did my heart.

In the time that I’ve known her, in the wars that we’ve fought, my hope has diminished. Grown my patience has not.

All the girls have a man and the girls I can’t have are the girls who scare me too little to love.

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Tasked to love

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So often her tongue’s on fire, and I’m caught up in the flame, and her halo of honey has turned to ash.

And she’s written in brail, and my senses are gone.

Here’s to the towel for taking being thrown in, in stride.

And I’m the guy who sings with his eyes closed, ‘cause I know she’s in the crowd.

And the songs are about her, and she’ll never know.

Or will she know?

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Let me know what you’re thinking. Transparency is not your thing.

I know now since my bones are trembling—rain is falling—I’ll hit the light and let the waves rock me back to sleep.

Hush little darling. Don’t say a word.

Don’t say a word.

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…Learned the man who had past gone, from falling in love.

“From falling in love…” said the man with his heart in his hand.

MOVEMENT 2 – 11:18

It’s all connected as you said. I took your words and heard my own. “Everything is gathered into one.”

Your shadow on my wall: it’s been so long since I’ve been here. The black hole has found its way home.

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Everyone has the option of being in control. Grief has stricken yourself more than you know.

You haven’t ruined me. You’ve made me stronger—more aware. But you’ve turned my red heart black, and I’ll not soon get it back.

I told my friends that you would ask questions of the Lord, and when our paths crossed the storm would sure ensue. Then I drank the whiskey that you left me. I called your sister just to cry and she said I “haven’t ruined all the chances left for us.”

Since then you’ve grown though I’ve not seen it.

Another cup will serve me well.

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It’s all connected as you said. I took your words and heard my own. “Everything is gathered into one.”

Your shadow on my wall: it’s been so long since I’ve been here. The black hole has found its way home.

MOVEMENT 3 – 6:30

What if we only end up as acquaintances? What if we aren’t already friends?

We only ever talk about him.

Is all my talking just a lie?

I haven’t any substance—just dancing around points that don’t matter.

We talk about nothing. Why is that so hard?

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Could I have missed the conversation? You talked at me. I tried to hear you.

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Here is my will. Take what you want. It’s all for you.

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