I’m getting excited about my show at Nay Nay’s House in New Orleans. Everyone does House Concerts in the Northeast and now, I’m bring the tradition to the South! Though I’ve only been to one real house concert, I loved the way it felt, the intimacy of it, it’s so much better IMHO. Also, the way I look at it, if 15 people come and actually listen and buy a CD or a shirt (or both) and meet you and become a fan, then you’re doing much much better than if you’d play in a smoky bar somewhere. Scary, but true.
I wrote a new song this week. I’m the lyrics here mostly for my benefit, so I don’t forget and have easy access wherever I am…I guess I could update my Web site, but that lyric project seems like such a bear, I don’t know if I can deal with that now.
So I found out a friend might have cancer. When I got the news, I was just starting on a song about feeling like you had a second chance, and how second chances always feel like the last chance. My ex TS was recently saying that he never expected to fall in love again, that he thought it was over for him (He’s in his 40s so he thinks he’s old, ha!) Ridiculous!
But, I really felt how he could feel that way, and then when it comes by again, as it did for him, you really want to risk it all and go for it and really not play around. So then the song sort of became about my cancer friend and TS, and of course, myself, because I think I’ll always want my songs to be grounded by cell phone calls and aggravation and tv shows. Anyway, it might be my favorite thing I’ve written in a long while. Reminds me of how I felt when I wrote "Swallowed Whole" and I couldn’t wait to get home from work to play it.
The Prize
Today’s a good day to begin
The thing that comes after the thing that ended
but there’s nothing on T.V. tonight
so I go to bed at 9
tomorrow is one more shot at the prize
the sunlight makes me want to squint
and your face is so beautiful when it’s bathed in it
but i’ve got so much on my mind right now
and i want to let you in, but i don’t know how
because it feels right when you stay the night
but i don’t
want to waste all this time
talking on the phone
when we have one more shot at the prize
i’ve got one more shot at the prize
they said it was over, but they lied
so i’m taking my last shot at the prize
(instrumental)
it’s hard not to expect the worst
but it’s the untaken risk that really hurts
i see my chance coming round the bend
and i won’t fuck it up again
so I try to resist all the things that I miss
as the fear rushes in
and I’m resolved to take it all
on the chin
for my one last shot at the prize
they said that it was over, but they lied
and I’m so glad that I’m still alive
to take my one last shot at the prize….
ad lib
today’s a good day to begin
© 2005, lucas j. miré, mirécle music, BMI
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