I have books of lyrics lying all around my life. They started piling up even before I started playing music. Just poems I used to sing to myself when nobody else was around. I’d write them down and keep them between covers of nameless journals, not knowing where to keep them safe. Then I picked up a guitar one day and learned to play music that I could sing these lyrics to.
So, my books of lyrics populated and now I can barely keep track of all of the songs I’ve written. Now, for the first time in my life, I’m starting to forget how to play songs. I wrote the lyrics down, the words, the sentiments are stored away safely; but the music I failed to set into stone. It fades faster than I would have thought.
Over the years I’ve meant, time and time again to spend a lazy Saturday sitting around tabbing all of the songs I’ve ever written. But those meaningful Saturdays have always turned into museum visits, shoe shopping, CD buying, barbequing days with friends. They have never actually materialized.
I want to write songs that are musically profound not just lyrically interesting. How can I expect to do this without giving the same importance to both? So, my late arriving New Year’s resolution is to write these songs down. Lyrics, music and sentiment, in hopes of making the music become as important as the lyrics have always been.
