songwriting please god let's just get back to the songwriting

All I want right now is for everybody to get back in their own lane...happily...with healthy visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads...and let me get back on my fairy leaf and ride the creek like I like to do.

I have all my new songs brewing like loose tea in those paper bags you fill yourself.

Each song is a combination of delightful herbs and flower petals steeping somewhere in the ceramic mugs of my subconscious, yep I just wrote that. That's what you call a metaphor of the loosest kind...roughly drawn...slightly lame...also slightly good.

Fuck, man, it's been a rough few weeks.

I can make any goddamn metaphor I want.

I keep it together in life. I always have, I always do.

I have never smoked a cigarette or tried marijuana in my whole life.

Not anything to brag about, sort of uncool, but the truth.

I use coffee and wine, almost daily, but in very humble quantities.

I used to wonder if I'd get really fat when I got older because maybe I couldn't trust myself to eat sensibly, but that never happened either.

I'm not bragging, I'm just saying.

I realize that I sort of can relate to what it feels like to go too far, and I have gone too far, in several ways several times in my life, but, I don't know, for the most part I'm not well versed in addiction.

I also think being clueless of other peoples' addiction struggles is not helpful to the addicts in your life.

I am humbled by how not helpful I am to my struggling child right now.

But, I have love, true unconditional love, and that's a big gift in and of itself.

That's what I'm offering, that's the rock on which I stand this morning.


I gotta write me some songs.

These new songs are necessary to my survival as an artist, as a person.

I can't sing the same set of material I've been singing for two years now any more.

It just isn't representative of this bend in the creek for me.

It's got the past all wrapped up real nice, but it don't have no present tense.

And it doesn't have the vision for the future that I currently have honed in my head.

Come on new songs, I'm waiting on you.

Make your presence known.

Come to me like the ghosts in the night for Ebenezer Scrooge.

Haunt me with your visions.

I see you, I hear you, but by the time I'm awake, you'e gone, an apparition of the bed clothes, an undigested bit of beef from last night's late lonely supper.

Come on spirits of the songwriting netherworld, bless me with your bounty.

I'm ready for you.

I am endeavoring to write song lyrics every morning before I write this blog, to catch the ideas like dreams in a little woven dreamcatcher hung over my bed with feathers and beads.

I will catch the songs for you and for me.


Courtney Yasmineh May 11, 2019 @08:14 am
Okay, Blake....sounds to me like you have an album of new songs in you in addition to a few novels worth of storytelling! I love Jack Kerouac, and I love your idea. But I'm not gonna steal it from you!
Blake Charles Donley May 11, 2019 @12:40 am
Here's the pitch... "I keep it together in life. I always have, I always do" I do too, as you know, but is gets old, right? In listening "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac, I've wondered what it would be like to simply vanish. I feel like that is what Kerouac did repeatedly in that book. Write an entire album of songs where you (or someone) vanish, but in modern times (not 1947, it was easier to vanish then). Vanish into like ten songs in ten different ways and you have your "Vanishing Act" album. The beauty of it is, you don't have to literally vanish, like Kerouac. You can do it in the comfort of your own music...that's where I like to vanish, anyway.
Courtney Yasmineh May 10, 2019 @09:28 am
You are a blessing Josephine Lane! Love!
Josephine Lane May 09, 2019 @03:50 pm
We are all human and we all have our struggles. We will all get through it, damn it, one way or another. Hope and faith must prevail.
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