When the stars come out tonight No one is gonna deny the moon her right to shine … No one is gonna love her in private She’s gonna sit up there in the heavens Chandelier in the night Burning with all her might —— Rather be a warrior in a garden Than a garden in a war High patience to the throttle You’ve got the cards but you’ve got to play them just right —— You want to get it fast I’d rather make it last That kind of love takes seasons That kind of love takes time —— We drink a little bit of the mountain Give it back with our blood in the soil We all had to struggle But someday We have to take inventory of how we spend our days —— I know you’re used to Good ole boys Kicking down your door With high velocity love Drinking by 9 Punching holes in your heart around midnight Numbing their minds on smoke and whiskey And blaming your car alarm heart For the way they choose to live their lives —- and I know we all could have been the dead beats and the losers Standing on the side lines But —— When the stars come out tonight No one is gonna deny the moon her right to shine … No one is gonna love her in private She’s gonna sit up there in the heavens Chandelier in the night Burning with all her might
I don’t think any of us knows where it comes from, not really. You can set yourself up to be ready for it but you can’t always make it happen. Nora Ephron said writers are cannibals. We eat our own. I’ve always said we were vampires. Dottie Rambo believed in keeping notebooks near her and being ready always. It just comes to you, the writing, and you turn it over and see how many lines you can get from a single ray of light. You try to make it as clear as possible, So the reader sees what you see, hears what you hear, feels what you feel. You try to understand it. What it is to be alive… To be living…
When you’re young You believe you can be everything to everyone But it’s hard enough to be something to just one … It takes all of us We all need each other —— In terms of art Drink the shot of bourbon Leave your mark Drive the open roads in the place you grew up in Let the soil take root And give you your soul back —— In terms of the heart I can offer you my hand These arms to hold you To walk with you And I can Do my best to love you —— She counted my whiskey bottles 15 empty and 3 full “Are you an alcoholic?” “Nah, functioning, functioning” “I have alcoholic friends I don’t need another one …” I thought about it for a few days She never said another word But I poured it all down the drain I had a good job My money was finally right Everything has to have balance Moderation It’s easy to lose your lane Get a chip on your shoulder Think you know —— I prayed while looking over my bluff Hoping I somehow make this place softer for someone If even just myself The leaves are changing again Like our hearts Like our minds Like our bodies Softer Softer Softer
I’ve lived just long enough To know There is so much I don’t know, I’m my own worst critic. —— There was a community excited For a new grocery store Because now they can get new apartments And new businesses won’t have to walk as far Or drive as far So they have, suddenly, on the horizon More time and better opportunities in five years than someone minutes or hours away… This is perspective… Competition isn’t a bad thing … Think of your customers, your employees as people, families you’ve personally impacted in some way…. I’ve been humbled and honored by understanding By living and losing and winning. —— I know we can hurt deeply, we can change in an instant, For better or worse – We are not saints Or even fallen angels We are creations We are weather and seasons We can become what we dream of or what we hate … I’ve returned to this southern soil And I’ve prayed For it to do what it must To root the soul In this heart of flesh… To ease these bones that shake … How we treat those around us, How we grow… We are restless, Inside these minds like magnets Inside cages…
I knew a girl, She refused to let Love die, she boxed her lover with gloves and a mouth piece And demanded the truth Always the truth… anything less Anything trivial was left in the dust …. ——- I’ve lived just long enough … To know… They will tell you You have endless opportunity For lovers and careers and cities and dreams … Well, You do, But there is a thing called time And it is always running It is always clearing the house while you sleep … And they will tell you it is an illusion But when it’s gone it’s gone … I used to beg for things and people to see me or let me love them… I don’t do that anymore If they can’t be here I thank them I just let things go I have to keep moving forward… If you find one who sees you, pushes you and makes you better, If they care for you and demand the truth from you… If you can nurture eachother And shelter eachother If you can love deeply And know how much is on the line… Really…really on the line …. To love deeply To hurt deeply To pay attention …. —— I want to love in a way that you understand To listen To build To protect To shelter To not see just potential or an idea But to really see you Really be here with you I want to love you better ——- I want to live better I want to Not take this lightly We are here We are here And this is our responsibility To ourselves We are here And we are living And we have lived just long enough To know we can change in an instant, For better or worse But I will love you Better I will protect you Better I will shelter And I will keep And I will Hold deeply And love in a way you can understand So you know….
Maybe our Hearts are like caves With burdens of their own Unique Beneath the earths crust And tho Sometimes they give in Like Samson pushing the pillars down they still hold, where it matters most… And Our hearts like caves Still have rooms To discover Still have new ways Waiting to be mapped You are still you You are still new You are still undiscovered Even after all this time -E Regardingsamuel.com
There’s a deep ache in the art… There’s a place you can go Where nobody knows How the love you held Could So easily be ashed from a cigarette … we move from mountains to valleys So easily used to the news Are we surviving ? Or are we just numb from trying … There’s a dream I keep remembering Where we follow the shadows down, we keep creating Lines across paper Making our own way … The sun keeps on setting… Blood in the water Says I don’t have much time… I still have the scars From all of those nights… There’s just enough room To build a new line word after word … Chasing some kind of Immortality a shade of sky There’s some kind of pain Some kind of rain … I’m not looking for anything But my own peace of mind … My own solitude I think I remember But I soon forget Wherever we’re going We have to leave behind …
What if? This never goes away? This, being whatever you need it to be… What if? It always aches? What if? We never go back to the way we were? How do you go on? continue … You may never be what or who you were… And so now, you know the face of things… Pain, heart ache, life, work and hunger… it makes some of us hard and some of us soft and it made me … Made me want solitude… Solitude And quiet places…. But All of it is useful…. You are still you… Even in the face of these things… And in these quiet places, there is a stillness and a depth And there is a new you waiting.
The earth lets a breath out Just before the seasons change These days You are building Are a foundation For a house A life A legacy —— How are you? How can I love you, Better, Connect, And know…. Set all of these emotions aside And make a small difference Within these dynamics … Communicate, So we know Inside of these breaths These seasons That we loved That we connected We held eachother Through the weather And we lived … Gently And boldly And we left a legacy This house A home To elevate humanity And empathy -E Regardingsamuel.com