Ti Troverò

This song is done by Joseph Arthur and is called "In the Sun".  I heard it while watching Scrubs.  (I love Scrubs)

Anyway, I decided to give it a shot myself, because I like it so much.  The beginning is weird because my mic is adjusting, but it evens out by the time I start singing.  It is in no way near as good as Joseph Arthur's original version, but I had fun doing it anyway.

Hopefully someone will enjoy the listen.

And here are the lyrics:

I pictured you in the sun wondering what went wrong
And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy
And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen
And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in

May God's love be with you
Always....
May God's love be with you

I know i would apologize if i could see your eyes
'Cause when you showed me myself, you know, i became someone else
But i was caught in between all you wish for and all you need
I pictured you fast asleep
A nightmare comes
You can't keep awake

May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you

'Cause if i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
You...
You...
I'll find you
You...

I don't know anymore
What it's for
I'm not even sure
If there is anyone who is in the sun
Will you help me to understand
'Cause i been caught in between all I wish for and all I need
Maybe you're not even sure what it's for
Any more than me

May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you

'Cause if i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
You...
You...
I'll find you
You...
I'll find you
You...
I'll find you
You...

Un Nuovo Giorno

    I sense a change coming.  Whether it's in the scents of the air or whether I can just barely see it on the horizon I am not sure.  A part of me thinks it's just my desire for change which is influencing the way I feel.  That could be it.


    I have some epic stories to tell, but I don't feel like it at the moment, so I will save them for my next post.


    Yesterday was the first day I was outside for a light summer storm.  I have forgotten how much I love them.  The warm rain isn't threatening and it never stays around for long.  Essentially it just serves to cleanse the day of its impurities.  Though yesterday seemed to wash away months worth of days.


     I am in the process of writing a new song.  It will likely be a lullaby.  Why?  I don't know.  I just decided that it should be is all.  The chords are simple, mostly G, but picked, not strummed.  It came about because some nights I struggle with getting to sleep.  I find it's usually caused by anxiety, frustration, regret, or moderate depression.  In any case, those nights, sometimes rare sometimes common, I can only fall asleep by lying in bed and playing my guitar (who still has no name, sadly enough. I think I'm just bad at naming inanimate objects which are important to me...my bike for instance).


  Usually I just play random chords, but looking back, I think I have begun to strum a pattern using specific chords.  I tend to subconsciously play those chords over and over, sometimes singing softly, until my fingers can barely move and I have to force myself to put my guitar away so as to avoid hurting it if I fall asleep.  So, I have decided to consciously write a song based on these chords which I use to lull me to sleep, and thus: a lullaby.


    On another note, I have really noticed lately that I make the biggest mistakes after having the best experiences.  The better the experience, the worse the mistake afterward.  Why is this?  One would think I would be more cautious or wise or enlightened or something after having such great experiences, but instead, I succumb to "epic failure"-itus right after.  To say this phenomena is frustrating would be an understatement, but for the sake of describing it:  IT'S FRUSTRATING.

    Well, there I've gone and proved it, text yelling solves nothing, as it is still there.  Oh well.

Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore): la vita è più di dolore.