I had an urge the other night to play guitar. This is not an urge I have very often, since I got so out of practice with the instrument that I get annoyed by it. But since I had the urge I rolled with it.
I even wrote a song.
Yep, it’s literally been years since I wrote a song. At least that’s how I remember it. So I decided I wasn’t going to get up from the table until I had something written. It’s simple and not very eloquent but I kinda like how it turned out.
I’m a little surprised at how hard it was to get out. I guess years of slacking off will build that kind of rust on a mind.
The wife’s out of town, so I was a bit lonely. But the words really aren’t about her, well, not entirely anyway.
Here are the lyrics:
I met a girl with a rebel heart,
She looked to me for a brand new start.
She told me she’d never part,
But now she’s left with her rebel heart.Now I’m less a man inside,
Feeling just like I died,
When she left me and I cried,
Oh I cried.It took us years to get a start,
Built a life despite her rebel heart,
She told me she’d never part,
But now she’s left with her rebel heart.Now I’m less a man inside,
Feeling just like I died,
When she left me and I cried,
Oh I cried.
I may have deviated a little here and there and the chord progression isn’t perfect. But without further ado here is a link to Rebel Heart:
