"perfection" written by Joseph Murphy 9-01-02
I stand here
amazed
at the way she gazes at me
and I know that
each day
is a novel that the stars could never write
and I orbit around her
my precious venus flower
its the sound that surrounds her
chaos is perfection
I tend to slide
through the clouds
cause its her that is inside me
I love to fly
through the sun
cause evil here could never find me
and I orbit around her
my precious venus flower
its the sound that surrounds her
chaos is perfection
002010
032010
320033 (G)
So here is something that I havent shared with the anyone in a long time. Once apon a time I used to write alot of music on my acoustic. Over the years I've done two fairly smart things. 1) actually write some of my music down. 2) Not sell my guitar. Granted I could only find about 10% of what I had written when I finally decieded to look, but at least i still have some strings to write on. Not that im entirely inspired at the moment. This morning I choose to poke around through some of it and found this one from 6 yrs ago. Its a nice little rhythm that you have to pick at rather than strum so much. Chord wise there isnt much there, so you have to pull it out. Im self taught so I wont say I actually know how to play, but I know how to make rhythm with very little.
speaking of music check out Anna Nalick if you havent already.
I wrote it about a person I never met or even seen, based on a feeling I hadnt had....but really wanted at the time. I wanted to be knocked over...."struck" by someone. Maybe not love at first sight, but something close. To the extent that I could feel that such a thing was, at least, a possibility if nothing else. I guess, at the time, I was looking for reason to drop the armor and hand myself over to something or someone. I was being really guarded for reasons, I recently found out, were very very wrong.
Since that time and this song I have been stunned a few times by a handful of souls. A couple of them were like the desert sunset trapped in a human form, if you can imagine such a thing. Completely breathe-taking and equally as distant. Mostly due to me. Others were living masterpieces of art, life and articulation. Most of the time, when I see these inspirations, I say nothing. Lately, I have been more daring and have spoken. But the most recent one was something like a solar flare.....and I think they inspired me to write. If thats all I ever know then I am better off for it.
here it goes....(deep breathe)
All i saw was amber flames. So many expressions in one face. so many emotions in one state, moving without motion...flowing. I can't explain it. It wasnt an instance, it was a moment...frozen time. As if I was there..I was uncomfortable. There is no heat, exactly. Just radiation. No words, just a calling of sorts. Like when a cool breeze causes your hair to stand on end...and you wish that feeling would last forever. Thats what it was like. My chest aches now as it did then. My hearbeat is slow, but i can feel it.....as if i had seen a ghost or a long lost friend, as if something had passed though me. All I saw was amber flames....and im not fire proof. I thought I might just burst into flames right there. And that would be overly dramatic if it wasnt true, if I wasnt afraid of that actually happening. Not filled with dread but scared glorious like at the top of a rollercoaster about to drop into the unknown. Like the "one" had looked at me. The one....I dont believe in such things, at least I never had. Not that I do now, but im willing to say it could...it might be. I imagine I would feel the same standing in St.Peter's Basilica wondering if God was looking at me. God...I dont believe in such things, at least I never had. Yet standing there I would be willing to say....it might be. And this was surely one of the most glorious expressions of what might be. Indeed, i was perplexed. How could I feel this over such silly things....how could be moved by what i do not know or understand. What i saw was amber flames. Though my mind continued to make sense of it my heart continued to ach and pine. All the while I began to panic in some small corner in my mind. What is this? How is all this possible...these things, this response. I have anchored myself in control, yet I had none of that here. In an instant I had either lost or had been broken free of my own mechanisms and was laid bare. There was no way of hiding and no way of denying that all I saw was amber flames.
I stand here
amazed
at the way she gazes at me
and I know that
each day
is a novel that the stars could never write
and I orbit around her
my precious venus flower
its the sound that surrounds her
chaos is perfection
I tend to slide
through the clouds
cause its her that is inside me
I love to fly
through the sun
cause evil here could never find me
and I orbit around her
my precious venus flower
its the sound that surrounds her
chaos is perfection
002010
032010
320033 (G)
So here is something that I havent shared with the anyone in a long time. Once apon a time I used to write alot of music on my acoustic. Over the years I've done two fairly smart things. 1) actually write some of my music down. 2) Not sell my guitar. Granted I could only find about 10% of what I had written when I finally decieded to look, but at least i still have some strings to write on. Not that im entirely inspired at the moment. This morning I choose to poke around through some of it and found this one from 6 yrs ago. Its a nice little rhythm that you have to pick at rather than strum so much. Chord wise there isnt much there, so you have to pull it out. Im self taught so I wont say I actually know how to play, but I know how to make rhythm with very little.
speaking of music check out Anna Nalick if you havent already.
I wrote it about a person I never met or even seen, based on a feeling I hadnt had....but really wanted at the time. I wanted to be knocked over...."struck" by someone. Maybe not love at first sight, but something close. To the extent that I could feel that such a thing was, at least, a possibility if nothing else. I guess, at the time, I was looking for reason to drop the armor and hand myself over to something or someone. I was being really guarded for reasons, I recently found out, were very very wrong.
Since that time and this song I have been stunned a few times by a handful of souls. A couple of them were like the desert sunset trapped in a human form, if you can imagine such a thing. Completely breathe-taking and equally as distant. Mostly due to me. Others were living masterpieces of art, life and articulation. Most of the time, when I see these inspirations, I say nothing. Lately, I have been more daring and have spoken. But the most recent one was something like a solar flare.....and I think they inspired me to write. If thats all I ever know then I am better off for it.
here it goes....(deep breathe)
All i saw was amber flames. So many expressions in one face. so many emotions in one state, moving without motion...flowing. I can't explain it. It wasnt an instance, it was a moment...frozen time. As if I was there..I was uncomfortable. There is no heat, exactly. Just radiation. No words, just a calling of sorts. Like when a cool breeze causes your hair to stand on end...and you wish that feeling would last forever. Thats what it was like. My chest aches now as it did then. My hearbeat is slow, but i can feel it.....as if i had seen a ghost or a long lost friend, as if something had passed though me. All I saw was amber flames....and im not fire proof. I thought I might just burst into flames right there. And that would be overly dramatic if it wasnt true, if I wasnt afraid of that actually happening. Not filled with dread but scared glorious like at the top of a rollercoaster about to drop into the unknown. Like the "one" had looked at me. The one....I dont believe in such things, at least I never had. Not that I do now, but im willing to say it could...it might be. I imagine I would feel the same standing in St.Peter's Basilica wondering if God was looking at me. God...I dont believe in such things, at least I never had. Yet standing there I would be willing to say....it might be. And this was surely one of the most glorious expressions of what might be. Indeed, i was perplexed. How could I feel this over such silly things....how could be moved by what i do not know or understand. What i saw was amber flames. Though my mind continued to make sense of it my heart continued to ach and pine. All the while I began to panic in some small corner in my mind. What is this? How is all this possible...these things, this response. I have anchored myself in control, yet I had none of that here. In an instant I had either lost or had been broken free of my own mechanisms and was laid bare. There was no way of hiding and no way of denying that all I saw was amber flames.