this morning #891.

this morning, these lyrics just weren’t coming together the way i would have preferred. there were all these stray phrases scribbled on stray pieces of paper. “you’re my endorphin orphan.” what does that even mean? “feelings vs faces.” that vague concept at least has a LITTLE bit of meaning i can work with. damn. this garbage seemed good at the time. maybe i’ll just have to pen new lyrics from scratch, scratch out a whole new set of songs. after all, today’s only day one. i have a whole week here in this cabin to work on this album. perhaps the pressure of producing something out of nothing is just what i need. i came all the way up here. coming back with nothing to show for it is not an option.