NEW SONG!! YAY!

I *finally* wrote a new song... ok, so its a silly song about sudoku, but hey, I'll take what I can get right now; its my first song in almost a year!

V.1
Sudoku, how I love your numbers
Sudoku, and your boxes too
Arranging numbers 1 to 9
Oh, you're so fine!

V.2
Sudoku, you are such a challenge
Sudoku, you are so much fun
Oh, North, South, East and West
Yeah, you're the best!

Chorus
When I win a game I get this feeling deep inside
It brings a smile to my face, and its a smile I just can't hide

V.3
Sudoku, you can be easy or hard
Sudoku, you are the life of the party
If I play you before bed
You start to mess with my head

Chorus

*Enjoy!*
Beth

"The new and improved umbrella song"

Well, a couple of days ago as an exercise, I rewrote the words to Rihanna's "Umbrella". Here's the 'New & Improved Umbrella Song'!

He knows your heart
Even though you are worlds apart
And He has washed you clean
Given you a brand new start
Baby, and in the dark
He'll be your Shining Star
'Cause that's when you'll need Him there
For you He'll always care
Because...

When the Son comes He'll reign forever
Then you'll always be together
He will always be your friend
Took up the cross and He carried it to the end
Though its raining more than ever
Know that you still have each other
You can stand under His umbrella
You can stand under His umbrella
ella ella ay ay ay, under His umbrella ella ella ay ay ay

Now sin and things
That you allow to come in between
Don't have to be your king
Ask Him to make you clean
When things in life get hard
When the devil tears you apart
Just ask Jesus to start
And He will heal your heart
Because...

When the Son comes He'll reign forever
Then you'll always be together
He will always be your friend
Took up the cross and He carried it to the end
Though its raining more than ever
Know that you still have each other
You can stand under His umbrella
You can stand under His umbrella
ella ella ay ay ay, under His umbrella ella ella ay ay ay

You can run into His arms
Its okay don't be alarmed
Draw near to Him
You're so very dear to Jesus' heart
So go on let the rain fall
He'll be all you need and more
Because...



Beth

Stuck

I sit here, staring at a blank page.

Ok, so its not blank anymore...
Its been blasted hot out lately, with quite a few storms that include thunder, lightning, uber-strong winds, torrential rains, and/or walnut-sized hail. (Very unusual for the Okanagan; they haven't seen stuff like this in like twenty years!) I've been getting up at 6 to go to work so I can quit earlier because of the heat. After work, I either do a lot, or I don't do much, but no matter what I do or don't do, I don't do anything creative. Nothing artistic. I haven't written a song in almost a year. I can't draw. I don't know how to paint. Playing music feels boring right now. Its hot, I feel creatively constipated, and I think I may just go crazy. And I'm thinking this in an eerily monotone voice. In my head. As I write. Good grief I'm bored! Even when I'm so stinkin' busy that I don't have time to be bored I'm bored. Dunno how that's possible, but it must be somehow. I thought that after all the lessons and recitals and things had ended at the beginning of summer, that I would have time, energy and motivation to be creative; artistic. I don't. Heck, I dunno if I even remember how to be creative. I don't want to pick up my guitar. I don't want to try and write a song or poem. I don't want to go plunk away on the piano. I don't want to try to draw or paint, because I know it won't look good. But something deep down inside me is dying to imagine, to concoct; to dream up and fashion... something... anything! But what? How? I think I'm stuck.

Mrs. Darcy

Just watched Pride and Prejudice again, for like at least the 5th or 6th time... Don't think I'll ever get tired of watching that movie; I never catch all of what they're saying anyway, so each time I watch it I understand more of the dialogue. They talk so fast in that accent, sometimes it sounds like a different language! Watching Pride and Prejudice always makes me wistful. It makes me wish I was a "Mrs. Darcy" and that I had a "Mr. Darcy" of my own. Not a Mr. Collins, or even a Mr. Bingley, but a Mr. Darcy. The drama; the wit; the biting sarcasm and clever put-downs... The contempt-turned-to-love... The happily-ever-after...
Sometimes I find it hard to enjoy being single, even after over three years of practice. Maybe its because I wasn't for so long... Who knows. All I know is that I'm looking forward to meeting my 'Mr. Darcy' and having moments with him where we're both "completely and perfectly and incandescently happy."

'The Thief'

I've been playing a lot of Brooke Fraser these last few days; specifically one song called 'The Thief'. Its a really pretty song, and I've been learning to play it on guitar, but I also really love the words. Listening to that song makes me wonder when my 'thief' is gonna come and steal the key to my heart...

The Thief

Your eyes are full
Full of the future of us
The air changes as you look across
At me in that wondering way

It is as if
I knew you before we spoke
Do our hearts know something we don't?
Conspiring, converging without giving us any say

[CHORUS]
You, sing me to sleep
Talk down my walls
Look through my windows as I wait
You could be the thief
I give the key to

You're ruining me
With secrets and gestures and looks
With sonnets from second-hand books
Playing the chords in me nobody knew how to play

[CHORUS]

[Bridge]
It fits in your hand like water in rain
It unlocks our two different selves
And shows we are the same
Rather than wait `til I put me out for the taking
You're breaking
You're breaking
You're breaking into my heart
And I'm letting you

Happy Canada Day btw!