Words without Song

Words without song-
It’ll come , get it down. The tunes that were going round in my head weren’t my own, sounds from the past and associated noise. Start with the words. Love, regrets or other madness. Stuff I did, stuff I didn’t, stuff someone said I’d done but last time I checked they were only versions.

I stopped at the stationer’s for a seriously big notebook. I said to myself I’ve enough material to fill it seven times over but what’s the difference between one blank sheet and one blank notebook? Another cover up?
It was all someone else’s stuff, really someone else, or maybe an edition of you -the someone else from the past.

Put a new record on. No not that song again! An instrumental, a harmonized riff. Yeah, move, groove. Open a window. Jammed? Try again, don’t force it, ease it open. That’s it, breathe – the words just flew in.