Chaos

I’ve just won a ticket to a lyric-writing session with Chris Difford of Squeeze! So I’ve been looking through my lyrics.

These are from one of my tracks called “Order out of Chaos” (formerly “Chaos” until I put some order to it!)

About “Chaos”
Another collab with Jip, with me adding the vibes, pad of the orient, flute and vocals.
From the original da da da da das before I came up with any lyrics, I wasn’t happy with any of the melodies. This is the result of me getting bored with it and un-muting all the practice vocal tracks! Enjoy xox
You are like an ocean to me

Searching depths that no one must see

Stormy times
You are so very calm and clear

But murky secrets you hold dear

Steamy crimes
On the surface, so receptive

Underneath, highly deceptive

Darkness falls
Emotions caught in disarray

You cannot be who you portray

The siren calls
Each drop of life

That drops into your ocean

Ripples with love
Bounds into your heart

Expanding

As all is one
Currents pull you down so deeply

Chaos drags you so completely 

In your mind
But deeper still, it’s in your eyes

Your surface tells your deep desires

Forever change
Your hopes and dreams drift with the tide

Never the same, your worlds collide

You’re rearranged
Each drop of life

That drops into your ocean

Ripples with love
Bounds into your heart

Expanding

As all is one
You can find the track on Soundcloud/Janegoldsack or Alonetone.com/ladyjane

No Matter (The Sock Song)

Williamleeone asked: “Have you seen my sock?”

I reply with the lyrics of a song I wrote a couple of years ago for a prompt, “Science”. I’ve never given it a chorus, and I’ll let the reader decide if it stands alone as a poem.

Matter doesn’t matter much to me
I’d rather look at stuff that I can’t see
And whilst this may seem like a paradox
It could explain what happened to my socks

Everything is in superposition
Neither here nor there until volition
And when you look it all snaps into place
Instead of hanging out in outer space

Nothing is the matter you might think
Your table, chairs, your cooker, kitchen sink
Empty space, mostly, all of that
Even you, your dog, your hamster, cat

Some days, when I choose to entertain
Assuming that my guests have half a brain
I’ll feed their minds with Schrödinger and Bohr
Until their fascination cries out, “More! More! More!”

And then I’ll pull out my best parlour game
Plancking – but it might not be the same
As lying down all flat like a beached whale
It’s similar, but on a smaller scale

Much, much smaller than the eye can see
But matter not, that’s how it’s meant to be
I do like thinking right outside the box
And it helps a little when I lose my socks
Yes, it helps a little when I lose my socks

Featured image: Me and the Poetic Moose busking at The Art House, 2013.

Disclaimer: I am not a scientist.

Lyrics are not poetry

Poetry is boring me
I think I’ve lost my muse
There aren’t so very many
Words that you can use
To get across a feeling
To touch one deep inside
I used up one just yesterday
Today’s just wants to hide
Some poems are too fluffy
Others gone too quick
Others think they’re funny
And some just take the mick
I think I’ve gotten word blind
Each one looks like the next
With tones of sea and cloud and sky
And flowers oft bedecked
And then there’s the romantic ones
Filled up with words of love
I’m guilty as the next poet
I’ve writ all the above
I need to take a break, methinks
Besides, I’ve things to do
Like writing lyrics for silly songs
Could that be poetry, too?