#74: I'm the Writer

So this song. This continues my idea of finding happiness in giving up control or in surrender. I recently had a relationship not work out (oh you don't say) and I was thinking 'how can it not work out when I write all these parts anyways? I'm the writer! Did I mean for things to not work out? Did I create this sadness so I could write about it?'  I decided that it wasn't my writing or doing or making that ended the relationship; it was the story we wrote together. When you try to write your own story you give life to your characters and they too direct the story. The writer eventually gets written into the story.  I wrote this poem and the the guitar part and then asked Jon if he had a melody for the chorus and he had a really great melody that had never found a home so we worked it into this song. Megan is singing in this recording.  Songsbybert is getting a bit closer to My Home The Stars now as Jon and I collaborate more and I write songs with Megan in mind.  Just for the record, My Home The Stars will play our first show tonight at the Tranzac.  

I'm the writer, the one with the pen, only I know how the story ends,
You came alive, right out of my mind, on the pages you were born into a story line.
I'm the writer, the one with the notes, on the things we see, on the things they wrote.
You're the shadow I cast in my mind, the unattainable love that I can never find.

Cursive black lines on a clean white page, flowing black hair on forgiving white skin, oh my art is lost to desire, I'm the writer. Writing and loving isn't the art, it's listening and running and falling apart. Picking up the pieces we're back at the start. I'm the writer.

I'm the writer, the one with the plan, I'm the centre of it all, a god in a mini-van.
You're my lover, you're a mother and muse, you're whatever I endeaver to put into your shoes.
I'm the writer of these lyrics and rhymes and it's the only art I can claim as mine,
You're my creation, you're my highs and my lows,
Why are you telling the writer how the story goes?