18Apr/147

The Chosen One (Song Demo)

Last year, I went back to school, and I haven't had any free time for songwriting. This week, however, I am on spring break.  So, I decided to forgo any fun beach adventures and lock myself in the studio.

This first song is what I call a "threshold" effort. Whenever I haven't written for a long time, I need to warm-up by composing something crappy. So, that's what The Chosen One is to me: an exercise that cleared the way for more inspired work...

Still, I hope somebody out there will enjoy it anyway. :)

The Chosen One

The smell of smoke and alcohol
The chipped black paint thick on the walls
A girl I’ve never met before
Says she knows me well
Like I was made for her

Then the drummer starts to play
All the fans take out their phones
And they point them at our faces
Just like loaded guns

I sing:

I am not The Chosen One
I am just a guy who wrote some songs
No, I am not The Chosen One
And I’m sorry if I let you down
Or led you on
Fate must have
Some kind of strange sense of humor
To have fashioned a pop singer
Out of a crooner
No, I am not The Chosen One
I’m the chooser

Five years have passed
Since I left that stage
I don’t look back
Still, I can’t escape
The feeling that
I’ve lost my place
Nor the doubts that hatched
When I turned and walked away

I still strum my old guitar
But that drummer moved out of state
Yeah, I think he’s got a family, now
And I’m still stuck in L.A.

Because

I am not The Chosen One
I am just a guy who wrote some songs
I am not The Chosen One
And I’m sorry if I let you down
Or led you on
Fate must have
Some kind of strange sense of humor
To have fashioned a pop singer
Out of a crooner
No, I am not The Chosen One

I’m the chooser
And I will choose happiness
For happiness’ sake
I am the only one to blame
When things don’t seem to go my way
It’s my way…

So, now I look upon my luck
With gratitude
And strength enough
To serve the world
From which I sprang
And to sing the songs
That I was meant to sing

Because a day is just a day
Until you make it worth your while
And I hope to help my friends stay well
With an honest smile

Because in a way I am The Chosen One
Even though I’m just a guy who wrote some songs
In a way I am The Chosen One
If the music that I sing helps people move along
Fate must have a pretty strange sense of humor
To reveal our greatness once we’ve earned it and no sooner
In a way I’m The Chosen One and the chooser

So when life breaks you down
And your soul’s fought a bruiser
Don’t you ever tap out
There’s always hope in the future
Cause in a way you’re The Chosen One
And the chooser

In a way you’re The Chosen One as the chooser
You are The Chosen One when you’re the chooser.

 

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  1. And it does help people along, those ´some songs´ that you wrote mean a lot to me and many others, and I´m glad you knwo it ;)

  2. Liked this so much that I’m listening to it again. Thanks for the free download as well. Listen, myself and Ken from Highwire Daze online music ezine are putting on an acoustic showcase for emerging artists at the Cobalt Cafe on July 19, 6:30-9:30. What could I do to convince you to come down and headline for us? It would be great to have you there, meet you and get to hear your music live. Get back to me if you will. Thanks Ron. – Geoff

  3. Thanks for posting this! It’s great. I love all your music. Good luck with school and I hope you keep making new stuff.

  4. It baffles me how you can say this was a “crappy” composition or just a “threshold effort”. This is not only of my favorite songs from you but probably one of my favorite songs ever. I would honestly sell my soul to be able to write a song half as good as this. I seriously hope a fully produced version of this song finds its way onto your next album.

    Never stop writing music, you are probably one of the most gifted song writers this world has ever seen.

  5. Great song, baby.


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