“Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train, feelin'nearly faded as my jeans…”

Kris Kristofferson wrote those lyrics and told a near complete story in just a few well written words. Nearly my whole life, I have looked to music and poetry to assist in understanding my place in this world. Within these pages, I would like to share some of those thoughts with you the reader, in hopes of perhaps bringing a little freedom in understanding to your own story.



Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Three Chords and You

For years I tried to write my song, to have the notes come out just right,
All the nights that I spent playing, the countless days I just couldn’t write,

 
After drinking away every last goodbye, or raising a glass to the first hello.
Spent so much time seeking answers, to questions I just didn’t know.

 
And then one day in winter's warmth, beneath the Texas sun I knew,
Why my song it never worked, I can’t write me without you.

 
G to D for just two bars, an E Minor to help see it through
That all I’d need to write our song, these three chords, and you.

 
Our  joyous song that's sometimes sad, and never quite the same,
Never changing yet always new, seldom repeated in each refrain

 
That song, it’s with me all the time, been stuck in my head all day,
Can’t help humming another chorus, and I can’t wait to play,

 
G to D for just two bars, then an E Minor to see it through
This simple tune is all I’ll need, just these three chords and you.

 
 

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