Ok, now for MY gloomy number....

[davidhanners]

Ok, since we're sharing gloomy tunes, here's one I came up with the other morning. The less I say about it the better, except it's true and I wrote it at 4 a.m.

I'm sure I'll tweak it somewhere along the line, and maybe add a chorus. Or not. The meter may sound clunky when the words are read, but it works out fine (enough) when I sing it.


JUMPER
© 2007 by David Hanners

There’s a trust that we hand over
There’s a love we siphon off
A bargain that we enter
Regardless of the cost
Before the sun has risen
Down streets dark spirits roam
I could always lose myself
But I knew my way home

Gave my love to you
I had never felt so safe
But only the strong survive the things
Lovers do and lovers say
When you lost your faith in me
You said I was reaping what I’d sown
I could always lose myself
But I knew my way home

You can box up all my memories
Send ‘em in the mail
Include the past-due bills I got
Every time I failed
Promises we broke obscure
The love we left alone
And while I could always lose myself
I knew my way home

Streetlights of Minneapolis
Cross the Parkway bridge into St. Paul
Shadows on the river
Sure to hide my fall
I’d call you one last time
But you stopped picking up the phone
I hope life treats you well
I know my way home

[billhammond]

Wow, David -- that is amazing stuff, very powerful and obviously true. Hang in there, friend, OK? I'd love to play along on that song sometime.

[davidhanners]

We can try it at the next open mike at the Coffee Grounds. It's in E. Just E, A and B. Felt I should keep the melody simple.

[billhammond]

davidhanners said:

We can try it at the next open mike at the Coffee Grounds. It's in E. Just E, A and B. Felt I should keep the melody simple.

Maybe some little Dixie cups on each table, with Prozac in them.

[Marshall]

Well. You sure now how to pur out an emotion, David.

I hope it's cathartic for you to spill these tunes out. You've got a fire in there that burns bright.

Be good.

[davidhanners]

I never really look at songwriting as cathartic, although I know people who do. And it may well be for them. My songs are pretty much just snapshots. Some pictures have more color in them than others.

[Cornflake]

You almost always have a lot of power in your songs, David, and this one's no exception.

Songs aside, hang in there.