Sunday, July 5, 2015

The Unserious Ones


THE UNSERIOUS ONES - Written by Carroll Bryant 


This is not a world for the unserious ones 
This is my world
The united states of confusion 
I would wish a president would give me back my freedoms
Give me back my power 
Here inside my head

I am but a hostage to my government 
Their guns are on my children
For this air, I'm paying rent
I can't believe the sodomy of our politics
Split right down the middle 
For this pain, I can't submit 

Am I going crazy?
Have I gone too far insane?
Believing all the theories of conspiracies 
Playing all of these games

This is not a world for the unserious ones 
This is my world
The united states of confusion 
I would wish a president would give me back my freedoms
Give me back my power 
Here inside my head

Give me back my choices without the compromise or consequence 
Build me up with truth this time
Spare me all your lies 
Just let me smoke my cigarettes in peace and harmony
Quit telling me I'm the victim of my own insecurities 

Am I going crazy?
Have I gone too far insane?
Drowning in the mysteries of our repeated mistakes 

This is not a world for the unserious ones 
This is my world
The united states of confusion 
I would wish a president would give me back my freedoms
Give me back my power 
Here inside my head

I can't believe the scene on my television screen 
Tell me I'm not seeing this
I just can't believe it
Living in these modern times one would think that maybe
We would have had all of this figured out already 

Am I going crazy?
Have I gone too far insane?
Believing all the theories of conspiracies 
Playing all of these games

This is not a world for the unserious ones 
This is my world
The united states of confusion 
I would wish a president would give me back my freedoms
Give me back my power 
Here inside my head

Just give me back my freedoms .... without the compromise and consequence










Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Secrets Of My Songs #5 (Edge Of Eden)

So when I lived in Columbus, Ohio, I kind of moved around a lot. From the South side to North to the West, yeah, I bounced around for a while. One place where I lived there was this girl next door and she and mingled a few times here and there. Nothing serious though. The one thing about her though that kind of turned me off was how negative she seemed to be. The girl was always complaining about something. I always heard her say that -  "if only I would hit the lottery and win a million dollars" - and I would look at her with disappointing eyes. "You think all of your problems would go away if you hit the lotto?" I would ask her.

She would smile and nod her head. "Wouldn't they?"

You see, I have this theory, and that money is not a problem solver. It's a problem enhancer. A lot of people think they are a winning lottery number away from their "Eden". Or as some would call it, their happiness. trust me, if you are not happy now, then money will not make you happy. You'll just be a rich sad person. I also believe that everyone is always living their life in the edge of their personal Eden. Some of us do have to work a little harder to be happy. I know we look at some people and we think, "They have it good. They don't have to work. They were born with a silver spoon." But you know, everyone takes a different road to happiness. Just keep the faith. Keep plugging away. One day, you will reach your Eden. And it will be worth it too, believe me.

As for that girl next door, well, she was still complaining when I moved away. I hope she got to find whatever it was she was looking for. I hope she found her Eden. I know I finally did. Kind of. But always remember that even if you find your Eden, you still have to work like hell to keep it. It never stops.





Saturday, June 27, 2015

Secrets Of My Songs #4 (Dancing Moon)

It was an early Sunday evening when I had just got done watching a show on TV and the phone rang. The show was very emotional. I can't remember the name of it but it was about a boy who had cancer (I think) and he wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up. However, he would never grow up. He built a cardboard / wooden rocket in his front yard and he would play in it and pretend he was orbiting the moon and everything. At the end, the little boy woke up from his sleep in the middle of the night. He was in severe pain. He knew the time was near so he struggled to crawl out of his bed and down the stairs, out the front door and into his rocket. There he would die by morning's light. His parents found him in there all crawled up in a ball. It was a very powerful scene. The final scene showed him dancing on the moon in his astronaut gear. I cried.

But when the phone rang and I answered it, it was my little sister. She was a senior in high school and living with her best friend, who had graduated a year or two prior and was now married and living with her husband. The reason my sister was living with her during her senior year was because mother and stepdad moved to North Carolina to start a business. They returned shortly before sister graduated. Fortunately, they did not sell the house in Kingston at that time.

Anyhow, when I answered the phone, my sister was half crying because she had run out of money and mother wasn't going to be sending her anymore for about a week and she was afraid to ask for extra cash. I told her to stop crying and that I would be right over.

When I arrived, I opened up the wallet and gave her like 40 dollars. I told her she could always come to me if she needs extra money. I told her she can have as much as she wants. (She did call me a few more times for such purpose. I loved helping her out.) And so, by the time I got back home that night, I was emotionally spent. First the movie, and then my little sister. So I sat down at my desk and began writing the song, "Dancing On The Moon", for my little sister - and with the movie in mind.

I may have cried a little when I wrote it.