Isn't this enough (Tim Minchin)?

why do we still name what's beyond our stars
giving glory to what isn't ours?
we'll blame ourselves for the greed and hate
yet praise a being we all helped create?

why do we reach through space
hoping to touch our creator's face?
blind to our world, blind to our lives
yet said to see all reasons why?
why ignore the ground beneath our feet
ignore life, in favour of belief?
blind to our world when we see with faith
I ask you now for everyone' sake
isn't this enough?
isn't all this enough?

we went to space in ten year's time
freed ourselves and freed our lines
cured disease and healed our minds
mapped our genes and stretched our lives
yet still we cling to dead beliefs
misplaced facts long obsolete
like a two in a line of ones and zeroes
truth left behind in tales of heroes
look to the skies yet fail to see
no good ever came from a bended knee

why do we still reach out through pace
hoping to touch our creator's face
he's blind to our world and blind to our lives
we are our own reason why
why ignore the ground beneath our feet
ignore all this beauty and favour belief?
we're blind to our world when we see with faith
believe in ourselves and not in a fake
isn't this enough?
shouldn't this be enough?

Lyrics

Cleaning my apartment, and found another old journal. It was filled with song lyrics, guitar chords, old D&D crap, and sketches.

I found this nice little lyrical snippet that I thought was kind of okay, considering it's in draft form. I figure I wrote it about eight, nine years ago. Maybe a bit more.

i still feel you in my fingers
i still smell you in my clothes
i'll still hear your voice in whispers
still see you in photos
i'm so sorry for leaving you
before what will be will be
i lay awake and hope you don't forget
all your memories of me
because i'm coming home
i'm coming home

Lyrical Snippet that I believe is fucking awesome (And I hope you agree)

there's a moment at the end of every song
waiting for the next one to start
in the silence the lingers between the sounds
i hear the beating of my own heart
and for just a second there, i'll remember
that for the moment i am still here
but then the next song begins and that moment ends
and i drift back down into the ether
there's a moment at the end of every song
when i remember i'm still a human being
and so i wait for the starting of the next track
i'll evade if i can that responsibility
it's easier to listen all alone
to let other people sing about what's going wrong
because it's too damn hard when you and try and live
in the silence that lingers between the songs.

Jesus, even more lyrics

I've been playing around with lyrics lately. Every morning and every night, I'll have my guitar in my lap and start noodling around. I've been playing around with all sorts of different themes, and writing down snippets that occasionally get developed into longer songs.

It's weird, because most of the time when I write lyrics, I know what I'm writing before pencil really touches paper. But these days, it's all just freeform association, and building songs from unexamined snippets. I mean, every song is obviously "about" me or parts of my life, because that's the writing process, but a lot of it is vague and only tenuously connected. And that's kind of where I've been, music-wise, as of late.

Anyways. Last set of lyrics I'll post for a while.

Breakfast For Dinner
David S. Percival
June 7th, 2011.

they say the best part
about being depressed
is that at least you get your sleep
wait until noon
before I even get dressed
and wait even longer to eat
while the sun goes up
well, my heart sinks down
my good thoughts are swallowed by bad
breakfast for dinner
is all I'm allowed
it's tasteless but all that I have

time for breakfast for dinner again
cooking for one, rather cook for two
time for breakfast for dinner again
cooking for one, rather cook for you
force down breakfast for dinner again.

I remember happy
sunday morning food fights
more flour on us than on the pan
those smiley-faced pancakes
that you'd make just right
do you remember how hard we'd laugh?
made toast late last night
while I'm sure you ate well
did you think of me while you ate with him?
ate on the couch
and then wished you to hell
stuck eating breakfast for dinner again

time for breakfast for dinner again
cooking for one, rather cook for two
time for breakfast for dinner again
cooking for one, but what else can I do?
force down breakfast for dinner again.
breakfast for dinner again.

What!? More Lyrics?

Bullet
D.S. Percival
June 6th, 2011.

I once was told
that I'm responsible
for my own actions and those of no one else
I once was told
we just carry the bullet
for a short time when it's someone else's

I never pulled the trigger but I ate the bullet
I never pulled the trigger but I ate the bullet

I never fired
though I seldom flinched
I never cried and you never wept
I learned last year
we just carry the bullet
for a short time for somebody else

I never pulled the trigger but I ate the bullet
I never pulled the trigger but I ate the bullet

Written a few days ago while listening to said the whale...

as long as you've known me
well i've had empty pockets
you'd just smile and shrug
and pretend you didn't notice
well it's my turn to buy
us a fancy salad
got seven dollars and i hope
these coupons are still valid
you say it doesn't matter
since friends are seldom lovers
that money means nothing
and i just shouldn't bother
for all that you notice and for all you prepare
i don't see how you can't see just how much i fucking care

and i know one day i'm gonna be a big spender
gonna live free of all the consequences
i know one day i'm gonna show that i love you
and do all the things to show how it's true
i know one day and the sooner the better
i'm worth being loved damn the consequences
i know one day i will will show that i love you
i just one day you can love me too
doo da do da doo
love me too

(Quick P.S. I'm sure someone will try and suggest this is about me, or someone I know, or something silly like that. It's not. I was listening to Said the Whale and Elvis, and wanted to write a happy & sad love song. To the people who maybe look a bit too much into stuff I write... don't. Thank you.)

Diabetic Threesome (the Codependant's Anthem)

just you and me
and diabetes
in a diabetic threesome
just you and me
so glad to be
in a diabetic threesome with you

I'm so hungry
for some candy
you give to me and never ask for much
you save me from pain
like multigrain
flax seeds, yogurt, fruit and such
you are my sweet
you're my reese's piece
a tasty treat that makes blood sugars bound
you're my honey pie
and I'd surely die
were it not for your lovely mound

just you and me
and diabetes
in a diabetic threesome
I hastily
overeat
in a diabetic threesome with you

I'd trade my legs
for some mini eggs
that you could feed me while I rest
because it's hard
when you just eat lard
but honey, overeating's what I do best
what's a little gangrene
when you've got a queen
who'll feed you jolly ranchers while you crash?
I love my skittles
and can't feel my toes
But who needs my toes when I've got your ass?

just you, and me
and diabetes
in a diabetic threesome
I'd happily
lose my feet
for a diabetic threesome with you

my doctors say that I should cut back
they say I'm headed to a heart attack
they that you're slowly killing me
but I say, hey, they just don't like their sweets

I love you... you're my mountain dew
you're my jelly bean; my sweet candy queen
you're my fun yun, you're my only one
you're my pig's ear, my third musketeer
and I love you

just you and me
and diabetes
in a diabetic threesome
excitedly
binge on sweet candy
in this diabetic threesome with you