I enjoy the unexpected. I write professionally and am returning to creative (song) writing.
Sleepwalkers.
[verse] How deep is the fake.
Now that the artificial is awake.
And the digital divide is more than one line.
[verse] Hyper-surveillance
jeopardizing privacy.
Ignorance birthing complacency.
What is the future we envision?
Are we even in it?
[refrain] We’re the architects of our demise.
Can you hear my cries cries cries.
[chorus] We’re asleep at the wheel.
Now hallucinations are real. Sleepwalking into self driving cars. We may wake up on Mars. Mars. Mars.
[verse] We look out and fret about the future of the planet.
I worry there’s a future without us in it..
Is there time to make a difference that won’t end our existence?
[verse] We’re hovering
As if we have no ground on which to stand.
We are settling
Like houses built on sand
[refrain] We’re the architects of our demise. Can you hear my cries, cries, cries.
[chorus] We’re asleep at the wheel.
Now hallucinations are real. Sleepwalking into self driving cars. We may wake up on Mars. Mars.
[verse]
We’re losing familiarity
Growing a cult of impersonality
We’re left to our own devices
Some devices can't be left because they’re inside of us.
[refrain] We’re the architects of our demise. Can you hear my cries, cries, cries.
[chorus] We’re asleep at the wheel.
Now hallucinations are real. Sleepwalking into self driving cars. We may wake up on Mars. Mars. Mars. Mars.
Sleepwalkers
Stay woke yall
Stay woke..
Sleepwalkers. Sleepwalkers
Sleepwalkers. Sleepwalkers
For 7 days I sought your presence but only found your absence.
The blinds were drawn so tightly. 7 days I passed by nightly.
7 days I glanced at your window hoping to spot your shadow.
7 days I searched the streets. And in café saw empty seats.
I was lost - when you lost to me.
For 7 whole days I walked hard ground, looking
all around. I returned to familiar places filled with unfamiliar faces. seven whole days I spent
remapping our paths, retracing our steps and backtracking.
I was lost- when you were lost to me.
But on the eighth day I met someone new - with thick skin, a backbone, and the right attitude.
on the eighth day I set myself free - with the loss of you I found me. I found me. I found me.
For 7 whole days I asked about you. Wondered where you were and worried myself blue. For seven whole days I went to your favorite spots and Even those I almost forgot.
For seven whole days I waited impatiently - checked my inbox incessantly. I lost time and energy searching frantically.
I was lost. You were lost to me.
But on the eighth day I met someone new - with thick skin, a backbone, and the right attitude.
on the eighth day I set myself free - with the loss of you I found me. I found me. I found me.
For 7 days I sought your presence but only found your absence.
The blinds were drawn so tightly. 7 days I passed by nightly.
7 days I glanced at your window hoping to spot your shadow.
7 days I searched the streets. And in café saw empty seats.
I was lost - when you lost to me.
For 7 whole days I walked hard ground, looking
all around. I returned to familiar places filled with unfamiliar faces. seven whole days I spent
remapping our paths, retracing our steps and backtracking.
I was lost- when you were lost to me.
But on the eighth day I met someone new - with thick skin, a backbone, and the right attitude.
on the eighth day I set myself free - with the loss of you I found me. I found me. I found me.
For 7 whole days I asked about you. Wondered where you were and worried myself blue. For seven whole days I went to your favorite spots and Even those I almost forgot.
For seven whole days I waited impatiently - checked my inbox incessantly. I lost time and energy searching frantically.
I was lost. You were lost to me.
But on the eighth day I met someone new - with thick skin, a backbone, and the right attitude.
on the eighth day I set myself free - with the loss of you I found me. I found me. I found me.
Sleepwalkers.
[verse] How deep is the fake.
Now that the artificial is awake.
And the digital divide is more than one line.
[verse] Hyper-surveillance
jeopardizing privacy.
Ignorance birthing complacency.
What is the future we envision?
Are we even in it?
[refrain] We’re the architects of our demise.
Can you hear my cries cries cries.
[chorus] We’re asleep at the wheel.
Now hallucinations are real. Sleepwalking into self driving cars. We may wake up on Mars. Mars. Mars.
[verse] We look out and fret about the future of the planet.
I worry there’s a future without us in it..
Is there time to make a difference that won’t end our existence?
[verse] We’re hovering
As if we have no ground on which to stand.
We are settling
Like houses built on sand
[refrain] We’re the architects of our demise. Can you hear my cries, cries, cries.
[chorus] We’re asleep at the wheel.
Now hallucinations are real. Sleepwalking into self driving cars. We may wake up on Mars. Mars.
[verse]
We’re losing familiarity
Growing a cult of impersonality
We’re left to our own devices
Some devices can't be left because they’re inside of us.
[refrain] We’re the architects of our demise. Can you hear my cries, cries, cries.
[chorus] We’re asleep at the wheel.
Now hallucinations are real. Sleepwalking into self driving cars. We may wake up on Mars. Mars. Mars. Mars.
Sleepwalkers
Stay woke yall
Stay woke..
Sleepwalkers. Sleepwalkers
Sleepwalkers. Sleepwalkers
For 7 days I sought your presence but only found your absence.
The blinds were drawn so tightly. 7 days I passed by nightly.
7 days I glanced at your window hoping to spot your shadow.
7 days I searched the streets. And in café saw empty seats.
I was lost - when you lost to me.
For 7 whole days I walked hard ground, looking
all around. I returned to familiar places filled with unfamiliar faces. seven whole days I spent
remapping our paths, retracing our steps and backtracking.
I was lost- when you were lost to me.
But on the eighth day I met someone new - with thick skin, a backbone, and the right attitude.
on the eighth day I set myself free - with the loss of you I found me. I found me. I found me.
For 7 whole days I asked about you. Wondered where you were and worried myself blue. For seven whole days I went to your favorite spots and Even those I almost forgot.
For seven whole days I waited impatiently - checked my inbox incessantly. I lost time and energy searching frantically.
I was lost. You were lost to me.
But on the eighth day I met someone new - with thick skin, a backbone, and the right attitude.
on the eighth day I set myself free - with the loss of you I found me. I found me. I found me.
For 7 days I sought your presence but only found your absence.
The blinds were drawn so tightly. 7 days I passed by nightly.
7 days I glanced at your window hoping to spot your shadow.
7 days I searched the streets. And in café saw empty seats.
I was lost - when you lost to me.
For 7 whole days I walked hard ground, looking
all around. I returned to familiar places filled with unfamiliar faces. seven whole days I spent
remapping our paths, retracing our steps and backtracking.
I was lost- when you were lost to me.
But on the eighth day I met someone new - with thick skin, a backbone, and the right attitude.
on the eighth day I set myself free - with the loss of you I found me. I found me. I found me.
For 7 whole days I asked about you. Wondered where you were and worried myself blue. For seven whole days I went to your favorite spots and Even those I almost forgot.
For seven whole days I waited impatiently - checked my inbox incessantly. I lost time and energy searching frantically.
I was lost. You were lost to me.
But on the eighth day I met someone new - with thick skin, a backbone, and the right attitude.
on the eighth day I set myself free - with the loss of you I found me. I found me. I found me.
I cant write anymore. You’ve taken hold,
invaded my resting place-disturbed my soul
Had it been one time, I would have been fine – once you left me alone.
But you clung to me. You even cried.
Unmercifully you lied.
All that I had I would have given to you
Your dreams I could’ve made mine if only the words you spoke were true.
I can’t write anymore.
You’ve taken hold,
invaded my resting place-disturbed my soul
You said you’re not worth the tears I cry.
I understood that once you left without saying goodbye.
I begged you to destroy the image I had of you. You said, I will lie if you want me to.
I cant write anymore. You’ve taken hold,
invaded my resting place-disturbed my soul
What kind of game is this? What’s in it for you?
You find joy in leaving me without a clue?
What am I to make of you? You treat others with respect
Why am I the exception to the rule?
I was seduced the first night. dinner didnt satiate my appetite. You convinced me stay- the night turned into a week.
Too long I suspect since.
you took the key, the food, the car and left.
You Disconnected the phone and fled by plane. The instant distance nearly drove me insane. Yet, you probably think I love you. maybe I do.
Since I cant write anymore. You’ve taken my soul,
invaded my inner space- gouged out a hole. I can’t anymore.
I can’t anymore.
I cant’t write anymore. But I will kick this writers block enough to block you.
Sleepwalkers.
[verse] How deep is the fake.
Now that the artificial is awake.
And the digital divide is more than one line.
[verse] Hyper-surveillance
jeopardizing privacy.
Ignorance birthing complacency.
What is the future we envision?
Are we even in it?
[refrain] We’re the architects of our demise.
Can you hear my cries cries cries.
[chorus] We’re asleep at the wheel.
Now hallucinations are real. Sleepwalking into self driving cars. We may wake up on Mars. Mars. Mars.
[verse] We look out and fret about the future of the planet.
I worry there’s a future without us in it..
Is there time to make a difference that won’t end our existence?
[verse] We’re hovering
As if we have no ground on which to stand.
We are settling
Like houses built on sand
[refrain] We’re the architects of our demise. Can you hear my cries, cries, cries.
[chorus] We’re asleep at the wheel.
Now hallucinations are real. Sleepwalking into self driving cars. We may wake up on Mars. Mars.
[verse]
We’re losing familiarity
Growing a cult of impersonality
We’re left to our own devices
Some devices can't be left because they’re inside of us.
[refrain] We’re the architects of our demise. Can you hear my cries, cries, cries.
[chorus] We’re asleep at the wheel.
Now hallucinations are real. Sleepwalking into self driving cars. We may wake up on Mars. Mars. Mars. Mars.
Sleepwalkers
Stay woke yall
Stay woke..
Sleepwalkers. Sleepwalkers
Sleepwalkers. Sleepwalkers
For 7 days I sought your presence but only found your absence.
The blinds were drawn so tightly. 7 days I passed by nightly.
7 days I glanced at your window hoping to spot your shadow.
7 days I searched the streets. And in café saw empty seats.
I was lost - when you lost to me.
For 7 whole days I walked hard ground, looking
all around. I returned to familiar places filled with unfamiliar faces. seven whole days I spent
remapping our paths, retracing our steps and backtracking.
I was lost- when you were lost to me.
But on the eighth day I met someone new - with thick skin, a backbone, and the right attitude.
on the eighth day I set myself free - with the loss of you I found me. I found me. I found me.
For 7 whole days I asked about you. Wondered where you were and worried myself blue. For seven whole days I went to your favorite spots and Even those I almost forgot.
For seven whole days I waited impatiently - checked my inbox incessantly. I lost time and energy searching frantically.
I was lost. You were lost to me.
But on the eighth day I met someone new - with thick skin, a backbone, and the right attitude.
on the eighth day I set myself free - with the loss of you I found me. I found me. I found me.
For 7 days I sought your presence but only found your absence.
The blinds were drawn so tightly. 7 days I passed by nightly.
7 days I glanced at your window hoping to spot your shadow.
7 days I searched the streets. And in café saw empty seats.
I was lost - when you lost to me.
For 7 whole days I walked hard ground, looking
all around. I returned to familiar places filled with unfamiliar faces. seven whole days I spent
remapping our paths, retracing our steps and backtracking.
I was lost- when you were lost to me.
But on the eighth day I met someone new - with thick skin, a backbone, and the right attitude.
on the eighth day I set myself free - with the loss of you I found me. I found me. I found me.
For 7 whole days I asked about you. Wondered where you were and worried myself blue. For seven whole days I went to your favorite spots and Even those I almost forgot.
For seven whole days I waited impatiently - checked my inbox incessantly. I lost time and energy searching frantically.
I was lost. You were lost to me.
But on the eighth day I met someone new - with thick skin, a backbone, and the right attitude.
on the eighth day I set myself free - with the loss of you I found me. I found me. I found me.
I cant write anymore. You’ve taken hold,
invaded my resting place-disturbed my soul
Had it been one time, I would have been fine – once you left me alone.
But you clung to me. You even cried.
Unmercifully you lied.
All that I had I would have given to you
Your dreams I could’ve made mine if only the words you spoke were true.
I can’t write anymore.
You’ve taken hold,
invaded my resting place-disturbed my soul
You said you’re not worth the tears I cry.
I understood that once you left without saying goodbye.
I begged you to destroy the image I had of you. You said, I will lie if you want me to.
I cant write anymore. You’ve taken hold,
invaded my resting place-disturbed my soul
What kind of game is this? What’s in it for you?
You find joy in leaving me without a clue?
What am I to make of you? You treat others with respect
Why am I the exception to the rule?
I was seduced the first night. dinner didnt satiate my appetite. You convinced me stay- the night turned into a week.
Too long I suspect since.
you took the key, the food, the car and left.
You Disconnected the phone and fled by plane. The instant distance nearly drove me insane. Yet, you probably think I love you. maybe I do.
Since I cant write anymore. You’ve taken my soul,
invaded my inner space- gouged out a hole. I can’t anymore.
I can’t anymore.
I cant’t write anymore. But I will kick this writers block enough to block you.
I enjoy the unexpected. I write professionally and am returning to creative (song) writing.
Songs (2) posted were written circa 2094 but never demo’d ornrelaesed publicly.
Strictly behind the scenes creative.
