I went spontaneous and recorded an open mic entry. It's recorded from my phone this time, so I don't know if it's better or worse quality than my first 2 entries, which were done on my webcam. You probably have to turn it up a little or listen with headphones.
If you can pretend that I did NOT sound like Porky Pig in my intro, that would be GREAT!
You can read the lyrics below while you LISTEN instead of WATCHING, if you'd like. That is my recommendation. I had been working in my flower beds and doing yard work and was a mess. Who comes back all a mess from doing wildly messy stuff and then sits down and decides to record a video to put on the internet? That would be me.
Well. What to say? This song is about trying to escape thoughts of war in an extraordinarily violent world.
I wrote this in 2001 after the American terror attacks, after the twin towers fell and the world all around us seemed to fall down with them. I was afraid of planes crashing through my roof.
Living so near to the international airport in Nashville and a military airport even closer than that was not easy, It was suddenly a legit possibility for airplanes to be used as weapons.
I honestly don't know how people in places like Syria or Darfur can ever get any rest at all. My eyes would never shut.
The thought of war terrifies me. I mean, I come from a long line of Cherokee warriors, 100% badasses. I used to hate my large Cherokee nose and wish for one like Katie Holmes', but now I embrace it, it's who I am.. if people don't enjoy it, it's their issue instead of mine.
Back to warriors.. My 6th great grandfather (Chief Doublehead Tal-tsu'tsa) would sometimes be found boiling and eating the scalps of his enemies, usually white settlers.. (he was later murdered by his own tribe for being a bit of a jerk) but that doesn't mean that I'm ready to go to battle in a hot minute myself. I don't want to boil scalps, nor have mine boiled. I'd rather just sing, thank you.
I guess I'll just let you stop reading now because I never intended to say this much, and certainly didn't meant to bring spiteful scalp consumption into the conversation, and so now I'm worried about where I may wander off too next. So that's enough describing.
The lyrics below are posted in case you are like 100 percent of the rest of the world and can't understand everything I'm saying. Curse of a Southern woman.
Tennessee will wreak havoc on anyone's diction, but I especially have been beaten to the bone with the unintelligable drawl stick.
Left Alone
I don't really care about your business
I don't want to hear about your sorrows
I just want to savor my cup of coffee
I just want to be left alone
The kids today are talking about war
I don't really have much to say
But I don't want my sister
dying in the streets
Why won't they leave us alone?
Why won't they leave us alone?
Here I go about my business
I'm pulling my shades down tight
I don't want to feel
the storm clouds today
Why won't they leave us alone?
Why won't they leve us alone?
Just a little peace today
Just a little peace today
Just a little peace today
is all I want.
© serena matthews
P.S.
I would like to say that I'm aware of the untidiness of the pillows on my couch. My husband is pillow racist, will not share space with them, and so we have piles of pillows usually stacked up on one side of the couch. I rescue them every day, but everyday they're segregated again from the rest of the couch. Oppressed pillows are a thing here.
Also, please do check out @luzcypher and @pfunk's steemit pages and support ALL of the open mic judges! Upvote their posts and resteem, because they do SO much and are never rewarded enough for it as they should be!
They don't have to take time out of their (many) busy days to listen to hundreds of songs and then contemplate the beauty or lifelessness of them, but they do it every week. How amazing is that?
Show some L♥VE!
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