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

Aside

The Transitional

Over the past 4 or 5 months I’ve observed some of my closest friends go through the ending of relationships.  Besides having a “deep” moment by the aid of alcohol (and those are always delightful) there’s no better way to see how someone truly operates than amidst a breakup, specifically one where “love” was involved.

They speak candidly, fluently, haphazardly. They think logically, illogically, rapidly, and deeply.  Seeing my friends, and anyone for that matter, at those points is seeing them as bare and true as they can be. It’s something quite interesting. Everyone goes through a stage like that I think.  And they should.

I know I’ve been there. So when my friends are willing to talk to me about their feelings and what they’re thinking, all I feel is happiness. It’s happiness stemming from the fact that I know we shares bonds close enough to trust each other to help work through each other’s problems.  I know they’ll be alright. And they know that as well, sooner or later.

I wanted to write a song in response to observing my friends hit emotional high’s and low’s.  A portion of the lyrics are direct quotes from these friends while in the pit of their feelings. A larger portion of the lyrics are selections from the poem Resolutions by a good friend of mine, Scott Coale.

I’ll first post his poem. Below his is a link to the song & lyrics to  The Transitional.

Resolutions

Twenty four hours in the day,
A year’s worth of mistakes made
In the thirty one days this month.
Time always knows how you are doing
Measuring us always on our devotions.
December turns and another
Year is shed from the hour glass.

There are no pauses,
Even if we cannot keep
Our promises to Time it will not
Flee from our side. It remains with us, always
Turning over, never breaking free so that
We too may stop, think and
Reconsider. Time presses on
Metronomically consistent as our
Guide – as a maestro pushes his
Symphony forward in concert; reviews
Never being subject to do over, too
We live in time of no rewind

The value of all time frame’s
Dependent on the beauty of our
Portrait within; only reaching
Completion when Time
Has left us for the first time;
For the last time

Scott Coale

The Transitional

http://soundcloud.com/musicjoeyoung/the-transitional-rough-draft

Twenty four hours in the day,
A year’s worth of mistakes made
In the thirty one days this month.
Time always knows how you are doing.

December turns and another
Year is shed from the hour glass.
There are no pauses,
Even if we cannot keep
Our promises to Time it will not
Flee from our side. It remains with us, always.

Time presses on
Metronomically consistent as our
Guide – as a maestro pushes his
Symphony forward in concert; reviews
Never being subject to do over, too
We live in time of no rewind

We’re all children of time.

You didn’t love her. You loved the idea.
The world isn’t over ’cause blood has been spilled.

The value of all time frame’s
Dependent on the beauty of our
Portrait within; only reaching
Completion when Time
Has left us for the first time;
For the last time

We’re all children of time.

You didn’t love him. You loved the idea.
The world isn’t over ’cause blood has been spilled.
Life forces you to grow up too fast.
Love has no deadlines amidst the hour glass.

All these questions, they’ve no answers: the transitional
If things don’t circle round, I hope things get better.
We make sacrifices for ourselves.

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