This morning, I write. I write about tragedy, idea's, now songs etc. I write about the tears that have fallen this week. I'm no stranger to life and expect tragedy to come. If 5 years of no issues goes by, and you experience no tragedy, and no tears fall, then you know for a fact you should be expecting something to shake up your life. Life is a tragedy anyway, so I expect things to go wrong. Anyhow, I lost someone that my brother and I consider an uncle the other day. My mothers best friend, Valerie's husband passed while sitting in his chair. The cause of death is believed to be a heart attache and the tears and shock are still increasing. I am deeply sorry for the loss and am standing by to be of help and present as much as I can to help decrease the pain. I view these situations as a time to collect my thoughts and learn how to help best. I came to the conclusion that I must offer my advice. I messaged my mothers dear friend who I love entirely, and said I am looking forward to offering advice and tips on how to invite the healing process into your life and how to get the most out of healing and coping. After all, I lost my father to lung cancer and I know this situation or else I would not know what to say. Of course, it is my mother who gracefully went to group therapy meetings after dad passed to meet others who were going through the same thing. Of course, moms will magically teach you everything you need to know about life, how to succeed, how to be love, and how to be the best person you can be without even realizing they're teaching you. lol. So mom taught me, if your going through a tough time, if you've lost someone, etc. surround yourself with those who have also lost someone and those who are going through the same thing. I will be by my mothers best friend's side today to continue offering my love, helping hand, and energy and to be with her love her and be one with her through this difficult time. I am thankful for your thoughts and prayers as we love the Robertson family unconditionally at this time as well as always.
As if losing an "uncle" isn't enough, I ran into another tragedy about 24 hours later. This situation is too private for me to explain, however it involves my brother, and it is important for me to type about it. I'm no stranger to situations that make our lives more difficult, and I know we are animals created to experience joy, laughter, and love. We are born to bounce back. We fall and we get up, we witness we love, we explore and we create... Matt is a creature of love and energy. Matt is loved and the world is large. The power and energy of this world is intimidating and frightening. Wind blows and we can barely stand, houses are burning, cars are crashing, earth plates are moving, strokes are happening, people are dying.... Matt and I are connected through frequent conversations, music, and are present while living in the moment (we hang out)... we see each other often, and we shoot the shit. Matt is getting ready to receive his next calling, and is building up new music for you. Matt is always smooth with women, and talks to them better then anyone that I know. Matt loves women, and women love Matt.
Now about Blue Jeans. Blue Jeans is a brand new song I've been working with. It is a song that I wrote and it is almost a, lets just drop everything and do it kind of song. I know love is beautiful and powerful and I'm never afraid to just admit it and express it. I have many songs that sing lines and lyrics similar to you look good, you're beautiful, i love you, sort of thing. This is a "you look good" song. . I've always loved people that are not afraid to be confident. I love people that are sexy, and they flirt with you. Taylor Swift is a perfect example. I mean the song Red is so classy. It is entirely classy. I love Taylor Swift, and there's no one sexier. Goosebumps make Taylor right and the rest of the feelings you have for her come from your classiness, and intelligent thinking. Intelligence is beautiful and Taylor is intelligent... It has become clear to me lately my songs are being written through a spirit or higher power. Blue Jeans was written when my mother, drove to the store and I found that I was alone. That is when I love to belt and write... I'm always trying to creatively express how I believe that it feels as if music and ideas exist in the clouds, or through some godlike person, drifting out in i'm in awe land... and those ideas and creative moments, seem to drift through us, not purposely, but more similar by natural waves of the unknown. Thanks for reading everybody. I sincerely hope that your May is going well, and that all that you wish for is entering your life. Without further a due, here is a new original titled Blue Jeans....
Dm - Am C F
Blue jeans baby let's fly. Right into the night.
Hold on tight and I'll guide and assure you that.
You've got everything you need. You've got it inside you see.
Blue jeans baby don't worry, don't worry now.
I'll be there in a hurry now. I'll be there don't you worry now.
F - C - F
Blue jeans baby don't you cry.
Blue jeans baby, I hear you whisper in the night.
Speaking all those good things and you know how I like that so.
Have to confess I feel blessed when your near.
My interest is expressed and peaking now.
At night. Blue jeans baby you're all mine.
Blue jeans baby you're right. Ya, you're right.
Em - Bm - D - A
And them red jeans just don't do it. No them red jeans aren't as good.
Any shade besides blue just ruins it.
Dm - Am - C - F
You're shining as bright as the moon to me.
Shining down in the middle of the night, you seem to ignite you see.
Oh blue jeans, baby don't walk so fast away from me cuz
Cuz when I'm near you, we go right down in history.
Lets sit around and watch the sun go down, down down.
Right before the clouds will rise up, rise up.
And falling down are stars into the ocean, As night turns into a day. All just melts away.
I just need your blue jeans. Blue jeans baby. Blue jeans baby. Blue Jeans.
G - F
Something about how in the fall there mist.
Something about the way your pant legs drift.
And I see the belt that matches perfectly with the shoes on your feet.
With the shoes on your feet.
Dm Am C F
So I say blue jeans, you are moving in front of me.
A swirve and a swift, makes us both feel so lovely
How your moving in front of me, making me crazy but I'm in love with you baby.
Blue jeans, blue jeans, blue jeans. Blue Jeans.
Blue Jeans baby. Blue Jeans Baby. Blue Jeans baby.
Bm - A
When you're having fun, I'm having fun.
When you're feeling up, I'm feeling up.
You're love is so addicting, love.
F - Fm - C - G
Blue Jeans. Blue Jeans. Blue Jeans.
F - C - G - F - C - G
You're blue jeans. You're blue jeans.
You're moving fast making me. Want to catch up to see you.
And Oh. Should we take it steady. Either way I'm ready.
Blue Jeans baby.
Dm - Am - C - F
Last but not least, we refitted our slacks.
By the park, in the grass, singing lets just relax.
We spoke of all that was around us at last.
Making us feel things, as our hearts pounded fast.
We said, lets hop in our car.
We'll drive away in the sun all day.
We'll go and we'll sway and we'll go back to the park.
Lets go to the movies, lets go and go far.
Ah well blue jeans baby yes.
Can you do this thing with me, lets roll lets go and see.
Lets go see Brooklynn. To Queens.
Lets go to Harlem. You see.
You see it's easy. New Jersey.
With your blue jeans. lets go there baby.
G - F
ANd last but not least. The sun fell down.
We got in our corvette. And we drove out of town.
We had our blue jeans on and our red and white t shirts.
And we viewed this moment as one that held a lot of worth.
C G F
And all became worth it, the moment she came along.
We nodded our heads singing this song.
They got married in a church by the pond.
I was the best man you were the made of honor.
We ate cake, and filmed the whole damn thing.
You smooshed it in my face, and then came the ring.
It seemed that everything started to sing.
A celebration was innnnnnnn....
Order with suits, and ties.
T's and tanks. We were feeling fly.
Thanks were gave, and shades were on.
Clothes as nice as Paris Hiltons mom.
With hats that were tipped til the break of dawn.
Sisquo was singing about a thong.
On the empire state building I saw King Kong.
Dm - G - C - F
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