I don't have much time to play guitar these days, so I have this little tradition to keep the music alive in me: I write a song for every story I write. This one's for The Carousel Graveyard. The waltzy, carousel-like tune popped into my head in the middle of the night last August. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I got up and recorded a voice memo on my phone of me humming in a groggy voice. Then a few days ago, I found that memo and decided to put words and guitar to it and finish the song. I played it for my fifteen-year-old daughter yesterday, and with wrinkled brows she said, "Wait, this is a love song." (She hasn't read my story yet, but it does have "graveyard" in the title, lol.) "I know, this is just a happy moment," I replied. Next time I'll have to write a creepy song, but until then, let's all feel the sweet innocence of young love. :-)
DREAMERS
Holding your hand in the moonlight
Waves dance, stars bright
Waltzing in time inside your dreams
Hearts beat, it seems
I’m falling in love
Falling in love
With you
With you, with you, with you
Stepping through sand by the black sea
Night birds calling
Lips touching lips, breathing your name
Feeling the same
We’re falling in love
Falling in love
It’s true
True, true, true
And you say we’re spinning
‘Round the carousel
And I say we’re drifting
in the spell
Sea breezes swirling through your hair
Soft sighs, no cares
Wandering dreamers, we’re soul bound
Time lost, we’re found
We’re falling in love
Falling in love
It’s true
It's true, it's true, it's true
True, true, true
True, true, true
I didn't even connect the love song to Valentine's month, Tammy! Maybe that's why this was a love song and not a creepy song. ;-) Thanks for stopping by!
Thanks, Robin! And, yes, I am a soft player/singer. Comes from hiding away in a room and playing/singing while trying not to disturb the rest of the house or have the kids come pounding down the door. ;-)
The song sounds like it does capture the carousel theme of the story. I can definitely relate to being up at 3 a.m. and coming up with melodies during bouts of insomnia -- I even have my laptop on and next to my bed during the night so that I can quickly switch on Audacity and record whatever comes to mind.
Yes, you understand, Chris! I've learned not to fight inspiration. It can come at the strangest times. And when that happens in the middle of the night, I have to get up, record a little something, or jot down a note so I can fall back asleep again and know the idea isn't lost.
So beautiful, Katie! As always. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ilima! I still want to hear you play someday. Let's get our guitars together and jam! :-)
DeleteAngelic voice and perfect lyrics for the Valentine month. *swoon*
ReplyDeleteI didn't even connect the love song to Valentine's month, Tammy! Maybe that's why this was a love song and not a creepy song. ;-) Thanks for stopping by!
DeleteBeautiful, Katie. Sweet and soft…a nice happy bit of TCG.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Robin! And, yes, I am a soft player/singer. Comes from hiding away in a room and playing/singing while trying not to disturb the rest of the house or have the kids come pounding down the door. ;-)
DeleteKatie, I love you so hard right now! We need to talk about this. What's your freaking phone number?
ReplyDelete*giggles* Just emailed ya.
DeleteVery clever way to bring out your music. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks! Wish I had more time for it these days, but writing wins. It's fun to mix the two crafts, though.
DeleteThis is just lovely! You have a beautiful voice :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rebecca! And thanks for stopping by my blog.
DeleteThe song sounds like it does capture the carousel theme of the story. I can definitely relate to being up at 3 a.m. and coming up with melodies during bouts of insomnia -- I even have my laptop on and next to my bed during the night so that I can quickly switch on Audacity and record whatever comes to mind.
ReplyDeleteYes, you understand, Chris! I've learned not to fight inspiration. It can come at the strangest times. And when that happens in the middle of the night, I have to get up, record a little something, or jot down a note so I can fall back asleep again and know the idea isn't lost.
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