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Polar Bear Suit – Lyrics

Posted on Wednesday Mar 9, 2011 7:40PM by SJ — No Comments ↓

riding your bike in the snow in your polar bear suit
i tumbled down the hill that day, i was in hot pursuit
noses frozen, eyelashes iced, cheeks red like wine
our hearts pounding, our palms in sweat with heat of the warmest kind
in the dark we told our secrets and healed wounds from lovers past
morning came and light filled the room, hope swelling fast

i fell in love with the girl who is going to save the world
i fell in love with the girl who is going to save the world

there were wars to protest, rallies to march, spring was in the air
no girl looked as lovely with revolution in her hair
we named unborn babies and planned our adventures, laughed in the sun
we knew the stories of famous lovers and we wouldn’t be outdone
well you pinned me down, your face in my sky, how did we not meet before
we traced the steps of how we got here, to fate we couldn’t ignore

i fell in love with the girl who is going to save the world
i fell in love with the girl who is going to save the world

maybe the wars never ended, the world got too warm, but our faces were in the breeze
the kids moved out and our hands still touched with ease
but we’ll build a treehouse and sell all our things, give away all our loot
but i’ll always have someplace to hang your polar bear suit

i fell in love with the girl who is going to save the world
i fell in love with the girl who is going to save the world

i fell in love with the girl who is going to save my world

Like A Madman – Lyrics

Posted on Wednesday Mar 9, 2011 7:30PM by SJ — No Comments ↓

none of the colours in my eyes
can explain what i see in you
i thought i was doomed to my abyss
when your smile came to my rescue

what do you want, what do you need
are you asking the sky right now
maybe you’ll find that some of it
the gods on me endowed

i hope like a mad man
i dance like a mad man
i dream like a mad man
to be your man

knocked down, picked up, seeing you
now there’s thunder in my soul
i feel like i was a starving man
with a never empty bowl

i hope like a mad man
i dance like a mad man
i dream like a mad man
to be your man

it was never here before, it might not come again
i wanna be calm, i wanna be cool, but how can i maintain, when

i hope like a mad man
i dance like a mad man
i dream like a mad man
to be your man

What Is A Muse?

Posted on Wednesday Mar 2, 2011 5:24PM by SJ — 6 Comments ↓

What Is A Muse?

For an artist, the muse is one of the most important relationships he can have. A muse provides a focus that he can create images and dreams around, someone who can be the subject of the romantic ideals of what made him an artist in the first place. The artist can then take those images and feelings and feed them to his guitar and voice (or paint, etc.) to see what comes out. As a songwriter, I take it for granted that people who don’t really have a need to be inspired by a muse to create art know what that relationship is like.Â

A muse might be a lover, a friendly infatuation, or maybe even a stranger the artist never even speaks to. It’s usually assumed that the muse is a lover, but really, it’s not as clear-cut as that, and in fact some of the best muses never end up as a lover or romantic relationship at all. But the muse is much more important than the random girlfriend or infatuation. For people who traditionally see relationships as friend, girlfriend, wife, etc, they might not see that a muse can tap into many of the same feelings as those relationships can, both good and bad, but perhaps from a safer distance, or in a way that doesn’t take up as much time and energy. For someone like me who is always writing, the creative fuel a muse creates makes it a necessary relationship.

Just like most other more common types of relationships, the relationship with a muse can last for years, fade quickly, fall prey to misunderstandings and gossip, make babies, make enemies, make pizzas, etc. The relationship with a muse is just like other relationships, but designed specifically by nature to make artists appear even more insane than they do already.

I’ve had a few muses in my life, and each one is so ingrained into my art that sometimes I feel they’re more responsible for it than I am.