RockTober

Autumn leaves swirl down the sidewalk, as though they’re waltzing to the silent symphony of October’s song.  The only ones lucky enough to hear it are the ones lucky enough to stop for a moment from their day to day hustle to attend to all that really surrounds them.  The simplest of truths are all around us all the time.  The sky is painted acrylic grey.  Not the kind of depressing grey that keeps everyone indoors, but the intriguing kind of grey that sparks imagination for the upcoming mornings, days, evenings, and nights.  California autumn may not be as spectacular as other places with our beaches, palm trees, and 365 day/year sunshine, but it holds its own sentiment and beautiful changes unique to other seasons here. 

This time of year reminds me it’s a time for change.  With the drastic change in weather and fashion, it not only has an external effect but the weather also affects me like an internal metronome; as our tempo (or pace) subconsciously (or consciously) change each day.  When it seems as though most are slowing down, unused to the chills now infiltrating the air; I speed up because the crisp air is invigorating.  With this newfound energy I’ve been so desperately needing, I am now inspired and in pursuit of allowing myself to let October’s song to guide me anywhere the wind blows.  Whether it’s writing more, getting out more, reading more, or composing more.  Who knows what the next day will bring… all I know is what I can bring with me as these days go by. 

Song:  medium paced guitar strumming accompanied by a cello-bass, simple piano, with guitar hits for percussion.  Two tracks for vocals for overlapping during chorus.

More To This

there's shadow in the moonlight

and a spark from the tail pipe

there's a light in the deepest of dark

a dreamer's dream on the farthest star

there's wind blowing through the leaves

and a mountain covered in trees

still believe that there's more to this

when there always is

you can find hope that's eloped

when you thought it was gone

you can find faith that's erased

when you thought it didn't belong

answers fill the silence in question

when reason overpowers suggestion

these dark roads go where no one knows

so drive and we'll go where there's more to this

when there always is

There's wind blowing through the leaves

and a mountain covered in trees

still believe that there's more to this

when there always is

you can find hope that's eloped

when you thought it was gone

you can find faith that's erased

when you thought it didn't belong

there's light in the dark

and hearts that've been marked

there's bliss in knowledge

and love from above

just know there's more to this

Always, Lainey

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all at once

all at once

i'm taken over

unprepared

uncompared

drunk with love

completely sober

stare past the stars

in the hearts of us all

as we fall against gravity

uplifting us past where our eyes can see

strange, it's a comfort unknown

as we go down these unmarked roads

...

do you know the way

to a place

an escape

where we can make anything possible

as we're guided as we drift away

all at once

i'm exactly

where i need to be

in your arms

completely disarmed

stare past the stars

in the hearts of us all

as we fall against gravity

uplifting us past where our eyes can see

strange, it's a comfort unknown

as we go down these unmarked roads

i'm afraid i've become

someone i didn't think

was safe and so out of control, simultaneously

i see, basically

you're just like me

all at once

all the meanings changed

when the one thing constant

is us, framed in constellations

strange, it's a comfort unknown

as we go down these unmarked roads

 Love Always, Lainey

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what we know

wash our hands clean once again

so they'll blend in

watch the direction of all the pointing fingers

and yet we still see it in our reflection

we submit to all the green, all the envy

and let it take the best part of what we could be

we bleed under our sleeve of all that we feel

and leave behind what we know is real

what we know is real

...

this hourglass of tricksand

continues to fall

it slips through our hands

and leaves nothing at all

as jokes and time fly over our heads

we restlessly lay awake in our beds

in the beds we've made

we submit to all the green, all the envy

and let it take the best part of what we could be

we bleed under our sleeve of all that we feel

and leave behind what we know is real

what we know is real

when the ground shakes

we think we stand still

unable to make

sense until

until we let ourselves fall....

we submit to the greed

we submit to conceit

bleed under our sleeve

and leave behind

what we know is real...

what we know is

real

Always,

Lainey

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