cello_pudding
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So I've sliced my finger horribly with a table saw, so no pretty guitar parts. it's just slide. I'm sorta wondering about the structure of it. If it's too repetitive or if it's well defined. It's sorta old bright eyes-ish, pretty simple, with a sort of non traditional verse-chorus.
it's called 'a psalm for april'
http://www.myspace.com/johnmarkhatfield
i used to think i heard you speak
now i know it's not you, it's me
i thought i heard you say
that back you would bring her
a bowed head only lead
to a raised finger
it's been a while since i've eaten well
if you look closely, you can tell
but i'm doing all i can
no i'm doing all i must
if you're such a great teacher then
why am i learning not to trust
my hands, they don't steady
my heart is not ready just yet
to act like you're just another
voice that i do not notice
but i'm doing my best to be kind
it's just hard when you won't notice mine
hope only returns as an idea, an emotion
to be thought and felt just for the moment
to be held by the notion of faith and by fidelity
being closer to God sure feels like hell to me
the stars aligned to haunt me
my Jesus came still born
all that i was told to be
i'm convinced i'll never know
the difference from branch and vine
but give the child a second breath
to whisper and to remind
it's called 'a psalm for april'
http://www.myspace.com/johnmarkhatfield
i used to think i heard you speak
now i know it's not you, it's me
i thought i heard you say
that back you would bring her
a bowed head only lead
to a raised finger
it's been a while since i've eaten well
if you look closely, you can tell
but i'm doing all i can
no i'm doing all i must
if you're such a great teacher then
why am i learning not to trust
my hands, they don't steady
my heart is not ready just yet
to act like you're just another
voice that i do not notice
but i'm doing my best to be kind
it's just hard when you won't notice mine
hope only returns as an idea, an emotion
to be thought and felt just for the moment
to be held by the notion of faith and by fidelity
being closer to God sure feels like hell to me
the stars aligned to haunt me
my Jesus came still born
all that i was told to be
i'm convinced i'll never know
the difference from branch and vine
but give the child a second breath
to whisper and to remind