Can't sleep, clown'll eat me

Ok maybe the clown won't eat me, but I can't sleep anyways. I've been in bed for the past 45minutes and the only thing that went well was my heart pounding in my chest. I guess that's not really going well then, is it? No. So nothing went well, actually.

More lyrics get added to the lyric pad. The really sad part is that I'm not making the stuff up. This isn't some urban legend that I heard at school. It's not some story I heard through a friend of a friend. I find it ever so slightly ironic that these solemn phrases might entertain someone.

Like if I lay it on a dope beat, and spit well these words from my head.
Then someone might move their feet, all 'cause I couldn't fall asleep in bed.

And there you just got some more from the lyric pad of one Mr. Rufati, that guy who's a bit rough and arty. Also known, of course, as the Scholastic Workhorse, he's here to try start the party.

There I unintentionally gave you more... That wasn't on the lyric pad, but it is now. I think if I really put my nose down to the grindstone that I can crank out at least a verse or chorus each day or two. Although I don't really want to rush or force it. I just take notes as they come to me. But by the end of the month I'm hoping to have at least one song all written up so that I can practice the rest of the production. No point having a bunch of songs written only to find that I'm really bad at doing the music and piecing it all together. Although listening to songs like Ambitionz Az A Ridah make it seem like I can get away with really minimalist backing for the tracks. Just a nice beat and a slight melody. The one thing I really want to avoid is using someone else's instrumental because then I have to make my lyrics fit into it, unless of course I can slice it up. We'll see.

I'll also have to ask Coley if she or Otto would be willing to help with making the album cover. I have an idea in my head of what I want it to be, but I don't want to photoshop it up myself if I can get someone with better skills to pull it off.

Final words of wisdom? Depression sucks. If you ever find someone who makes you happy, and you make them happy, and you both love eachother, then fight for it. Fight as hard and long as you can. Because if you have someone who will ride out the storm with you, that is most definitely worth fighting for.

Now it's time to try sleep. Again. Wish me luck.