The last song I composed was back in December 2006. Guess I have been busy with the exercise rituals, new hobby of oil painting, practicing for an open mic performance, and to tour Australia. All these while I ponder at the back of my head where has my songwriting creativity juice gone to. This morning, I planned to have a jog, do some oil painting, and head to town for movie. However, this melody somehow stuck in my head during shower and wouldn’t go away. And I have this theme of “time” I wished to write about. I set up my home recording studio and the chords just flew naturally. Thinking I was up for an easy ride but I could not go beyond the first line for hours. I was so tempted to down a bottle of beer to get my creativity juice going (it helps to relax at times). Perseverance wins I guess.
Some of you may wonder why I do not broadcast the actual song demo instead of posting the lyrics. My emphasis in songwriting is always on lyrics and to me, the raw form of the song – lyrics – is like grapes. Grapes take time and effort to mature and blend into bottles of wine – the actual mix down of various tracks of music instruments and vocals. And what I wish is share is either the grapes or the bottles of wine and nothing in between. That’s why. Besides, there are copyright issues that require me to publicly broadcast the song in person before I can attempt to claim the rights to them. Tedious.
“Currency Of Time” is the 150th song I have written. That reminds me to go out for a celebration tonight and all expenses paid by my Movie Review Squad.
Currency Of Time
Sometimes when we try too hard to live ahead of time
Things that so eager to try
And now these steps we take, running out of breath
How we wish to stop … and travel back in time
The singularity of time
This metal with a ticking sound
A rhythm never ceases
This pulse we feel inside
And all these years we have traded
And all these sands of time
The fate we caressed
These choices we have made
The currency of time
Something we all lost count
Into the river we pour, flowing slowly to the seaFrom the river of serenity
To the raging mouth of the ocean
The currency of time far beyond our reach
All that is lost
Look what we’ve got
These sands sipping through our hands
The currency of time, the question deep inside
When we close our eyes, caused this fountain to subside
Stop … listen to our hearts, hear this sound of time
Does it sound like coins falling onto the ground?
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