Countrysongnia and the New Year (from Dec. 2014)

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I have been experiencing some trouble sleeping the past few weeks. A few days ago I experienced a certain type, in which I inexplicably am able to write country songs while suffering from insomnia.

This has happened to me once before and I wrote a song called “Memory Lane.”

The funny thing about this is that I grew up in NYC and have no ties to the country. I have mostly listened to Classic Rock my whole life & rarely listen to country music, though I do like it.

I am more much more hippie than country. Maybe moving to VA is having a tiny effect on me?

I am not excited about getting insomnia again, but I am excited about my weird, unexpected new hidden talent.

I will enjoy it, and I will enjoy expressing my emotions in a new way.

I hope all of you enjoy the year’s end & the upcoming year. I hope you discover great hidden talents, and wonderful treasures.

But, I hope most of all, that you find lots of love, happiness, health & peace in 2015.

Here is my new “countrysongnia” song entitled “The Guitar”

The Guitar

I walked along the streets of the Village
cold, hungry, and feeling alone
I spent my last dollar on you
I wanted to become a rolling stone

I bought my precious guitar
some extra strings and some picks
I carried you on my back
hoping my life you’d manage to fix

you were the first step toward freedom
and mending what life had torn apart
you gave me strength and love
and helped heal a broken heart

………………………………………………

Refrain:

thank you for being a symbol of
what it means to be free
I don’t know what I’d do
without my guitar, kayak and poetry
…………………………………………

I spent many years carrying you,
while I travelled around,
tried many jobs and men,
til’ I put my feet back on the ground

and though I never learned
to play your acoustic strings
I’m grateful I have you
and the message that you bring

Repeat Refrain

I have written many poems
and kayaked many waters
and one day I’ll pass you down
to my dear, loving daughter

and I will tell her this tale
of broken hearts and broken strings
and of how she must believe in herself
and how kindness trumps fancy things

Repeat Refrain

But for now I see
that you are gathering some dust
I will try to live once more
and not be in such a rush

I will learn to play my guitar
as life doles out the chords
I will love and live life well
and at the end hear the applause….

Kathy ❤

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The Song Without a Name

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I must have lived a past life as a country songwriter.

This is the 3rd country song I’ve written.

It is so funny, because I’m mostly a classic rock fan & part-time poet, but these songs keep coming to me out of nowhere & I can totally picture the song & tune.

I believe this one came to me because of all the Tim McGraw pics I’m seeing from the Concert for Sandy Hook Promise, and the love I’m feeling through them………….♥♥♥

The Song Without a Name

I can’t be a writer,
until I do a little living;
I can’t be a saint,
until I’ve done a little sinning.

I can’t be a giver,
until I’ve felt what it’s like to need;
I can’t be generous,
until I learn to control my greed.

I can’t help those who suffer,
until I see we are all the same;
I can’t learn to love you,
until I learn to be humane.

I can’t truly be happy,
until I learn to love myself;
I can’t spread this happiness,
until I love someone else.

I can’t get stronger,
until I continue to walk my path;
I can’t learn to really live,
until I learn that it won’t last.

I can’t accept my fate,
until I care about yours;
I can’t be part of humanity,
until I stop shutting the door.

I can’t be part of the world,
until I care about who’s in it;
I can’t learn to love war,
because no one really wins it.

I can’t try to change my world,
until I try to change myself;
I can’t live in harmony,
until I stop blaming someone else.

I can’t truly end this song,
until I say to you;
just do your best, and love each other,
and in the end we’ll all pull through.

I can’t really find a title,
so this is the song without a name;
I can’t be ready to leave this Earth,
until I leave it better than when I came….

Kathy
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