joelcowen

One take track improvised

Verse 1: I know it's been awhile since you threw me out. I was nothing to you then. So at a turning point, I'm on top now, and you have nothing, nothing, nothing left to say. Chorus: Ending now, Torn up inside, I can't decide what's wrong or what's right. I'm laughing now cause I'm past the time, A dream defined by what's outside. Verse 2: I have to accept you're gone, Never coming back, There is nothing left to take, So I found better things to do with my time, But still you were my favorite mistake. Chorus Bridge: I open eyes of healing, My head hits the ceiling, I close eyes from being, Overwhelmed by all I'm hearing. Chorus

Instrumental Electronic Track

This is a collaboration with Aaron Burgess. Chorus: When the weather gets higher, hotter than clouds, combusting like shrapnel snowflakes floating to the ground, trapped in a cave, floating on a wave, praising the brave, I'm silent like a ghost, and I'm waiting in vane, I'm soft like butter, but the breads in the house of holy things that gives us breadth to rearrange the missing traffic light of ungodly age, I'm strange, but let's not call it awkward cause I'm afraid. Verse 1: With heavy sighs, I'm breathing high, I'm lasting for a future greater than mine, I'm lost, not alone, playing games, skipping stones, the water ripples as the sound shakes, the earth quakes, don't mistake the truth for my lie, designed to compress in the past with the present in line, defined by shapes and patterns that key the road, and nothing holding me back but the crack on my back, I'm flying high, writing fly, but the game will not be denied. Chorus Verse 2: Lay may down, flow me out, as the boat sinks, begin to blink, eyes catch fire, my heart desires a golden plaque of fantasy treasures bestowed to me and my pleasures, borrowed from the trees, they speak of the birds and the bees, honey sweet as the nectar of the salty seas, I find myself in the battles between thieves and travesties, the rock and the hard place don't understand the limits of the sky, where I drive my mind from the earth at first thirst from birth, can't control what can sometimes be bold, like latches to a chest, open my heart to tear me to pieces as I reason between light and a lamp shade made from the gray. Bridge: Quick like sand melting in my hand, pressing for a button, lost at the summit, locking words with victims, crimes don't pick em' but the chances are slim that we'll ever see em', but that's alright when all mighty words are gone to the end of a plummet. Chorus

This track portrays the events that took place on September 11th, 2001 from my point of view.

Improvisational Jazz Piano

Helix Green by joelcowen

piano keyboard improvisational recording by joelcowen