In Continuum.

November

Another song inspired,another song i wrote.For some reason myself,Corinna and Samantha have worked our a partnership of some sort,each writing tunes and lyrics for each others' lyrics and tunes.It is a strange partnership,but i guess i cannot deny that i am enjoying the company of such wonderful lyrical and musical talents.

Corinna sent me a poem she wrote yesterday,or maybe it was meant to be a song im really not sure.Im not sure if it was meant to be rewritten by me,or just for my admiration purposes.Nonetheless,i tried my hands on a few chords on my guitar with a capo,and the song turned out fine with a few adjustments here and there.

But the problem lies with the content of the song itself.Apparently it is very close to heart for her,and in a way i feel guilty for changing the words around and stuff,especially the issue with "Highway Thirteen" and "Highway Eleven".

I didnt record this piece,though i kinda like the tune to it.You know how rare that actually happens for me,but i guess i should respect her feelings a little bit,instead of putting my desire of creativity as top priority.Song's called "November",a tribute to her in a way.Im not going to record it,unless she allows it of course.But for now,it remains as one of those unfinished pieces that i have done.Here it is:

November
Words: Corinna,with adjustments by me
Tune: Me (Though inspired heavily by the Goo Goo Dolls)

I need a ride to the other side of this town
Escape these visions where i was the clown
Run where my tears have not yet streaked down
Somewhere,sometime,where you cant be found

So jump into this car with me
And we will cruise along this highway thirteen
With this trail of dust and goes the memories
This is when we choose our lives,our destinies

Wind in our faces'll try to dry
Our hearts bleeding from the inside
For the times we could have but didn't try
This is to our final goodbye

I'll stop for gas and you shall go
Amidst the desert sand like our dying love
Dying out too soon with no grandiose
Finally free soaring high up above

Wind in our faces'll try to dry
Our hearts bleeding from the inside
For the times we could have but didn't try
This is to our final goodbye

November is somewhere back down the road
Back where i came from,way back at home
Told myself it's alright,for we will find
Our way back to November when we were still fine