Wednesday, October 27, 2010

It is What It is: A Short Take



The leaves are falling and October is drawing nigh.
The heart beats on waiting for winter to arrive like a snake
in the grass. The pull of depression cuts like a knife yet
the brain rebels against the onslaught. What difference does
it all make anyway? We must enjoy the time we have for it
is fleeting. People grow crazy under the pressure of bad
economic times and the overabundance of information.
Beware of those that prey upon fear with whispered words of prayer.

Love is the cure. Unconditional and forgiving. And yes, the
belief that with time all things improve. Without belief,
this life is but an empty vessel. So fill the cup with smoke
and mirrors if you have too. Fill it with dreams. Fill it with
cliches. Fill it with the past. Fill it with the present gift.
Fill it with the future. Just don't pour it full of regret and
the sting of "what might have been". We are all on this boat
adrift in a mysterious and vast dark sea. We all want to walk
in the sun.

To walk the razor's edge is quite a thing to do. I am not an
acrobat. I am just like everybody else. Search for the
common sense of purpose (even while paying for cigarettes you
surely don't need with change counted out like diamonds
in a parking lot.)'Tis rather funny in a way. One has to
laugh at how low one can go. And one has to believe that
the heights can be reached again. God will not desert us.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Sunday, October 24, 2010

GRAY EVENING BLUE



















GRAY EVENING BLUE

ALL INSTRUMENTS/VOCALS BY WM.BATES

It’s the gray of the evening, the tail end of a dusty day
It’s the gray of the evening, the tail end of a dusty day
A storm is raging, I wish it would carry me away

I wish I had a dollar for every mistake I’ve made
I wish I had a dollar for every mistake I’ve made
I’d surely be a rich man, sleepin’ in the summer shade

I’m just like Absalom, my hair caught on the tree
I’m just like Absalom, my hair caught on the tree
I keep on a-swingin’ in the hellish breeze

Please pardon me sister, I’m feelin’ sorry for myself
Please pardon me sister, I’m feelin’ sorry for myself
But that’s alright, I’m just like everybody else

INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE

It’s the gray of the evening, the tail end of a dusty day
It’s the gray of the evening, the tail end of a dusty day
A storm is raging, I wish it would carry me away

Gray Evening Blue
Words and Music by William Bates
365 Music 2010

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

IT ONLY HAPPENS IN THE MOVIES















SOMETIMES WE WANT SOMETHING TOO MUCH
BEYOND OUR REACH, BEYOND OUR TOUCH
WE DREAM, WE CLING, WE BUILD, WE BREAK
WE LOVE, WE RISE, WE FALL, WE ACHE.

COULD IT COME TRUE?
COULD IT GRAB THE LIGHT FROM THE BLUE?
HAVE YOU DONE ALL YOU COULD DO?
HAVE YOU DONE ALL YOU SHOULD DO?


IN SPRINGWOOD WHERE LIVE’S ARE CARVED IN STONE
BENEATH THE TREES WHERE I WALK SO ALONE
TO THE SULLEN ANGEL LOOKING DOWN FROM THE HILL
SHE SPEAKS, I WHISPER, SO DESPERATE, SO STILL.

COULD IT COME TRUE?
COULD IT GRAB THE LIGHT FROM THE BLUE?
HAVE YOU DONE ALL YOU COULD DO?
HAVE YOU DONE ALL YOU SHOULD DO?

I GOT A SCARLET LETTER HIDDEN IN MY SOUL
I GOT MILES ‘FORE I SLEEP, I GOT MILES TO GO
TO THE CROSSROADS JUNCTION, TO THE MIDNIGHT CRAWL
TO THE DEPTHS, TO THE HEIGHTS, TO NOTHING, TO ALL...

COULD IT COME TRUE?
COULD IT GRAB THE LIGHT FROM THE BLUE?
HAVE YOU DONE ALL YOU COULD DO?
HAVE YOU DONE ALL YOU SHOULD DO?

IT ONLY HAPPENS IN THE MOVIES
WORDS AND MUSIC BY WM. BATES. WMS
OCTOBER 2010
T21MUSIC ASCAP

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Lately I have been taking walks at Springwood Cemetery with my
girlfriend Laura. We enjoy the serenity and beauty of the place.
One particular monument stood out to me and after doing a little
research on the person buried there I came across this somewhat
macabre article:

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

For The Forgotten

There is a cemetery near my boyhood home that is in ruins.
Many say that it is a haunted place. Regardless, I do
believe the spirits rest uneasy there...one can feel it
in the atmosphere..

Saturday, October 2, 2010