Am I creepy enough for Halloween?

It’s funny about songwriting. I started writing this in a romantic vein and for many strange reasons that are unknown to me it morphed into a song about a Halloween spook. The character came from nowhere and declared himself. It’s fun to create and watch your creation take over.

Please listen and tell me what you think.  Am I creepy enough for Halloween?

Thanks, Marc

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“Don’t Count on Me.”

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Hourglass

Space is timeless but our lives here on earth are measured by the clock or hourglass. I wrote this song while I was in a metaphysical mood late one evening.

I am sharing it here in tribute to The Apollo 11 Astronauts and the first landing of man on the moon on July 20th 1969.

The lyrics are as follows. Give it a listen and tell me what you think.

Hourglass

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I feel the hour is near and the moon has slipped away

The early dawn will light the pad in nightfall’s last embrace

Timeless secrets are locked into the stars

Mysteries forever past I will go that far

Will our race go on reaching out through space

The sands of time I left behind are sifting out of place

I know you’re searching I hope that you will find

The endless being that you are is born within your mind

I’m lifting off in summer I know I’m leaving seasons

I see I’m trailing sunsets mornings just goodbye

I’m past the obligations I’m looking down on nations

I know I’m leaving all the weight I left behind

The weight I left behind

Visions are getting clearer my eyelids slowly close

A single embryonic destiny has journeyed to my soul

At once all life began and with a cosmic burst

As galaxies of dustless gas filled the universe

From blinding speed of orbit where planets lie in row

Beyond the blue one near the sun where love was meant to grow

I’m lifting off in summer I know I’m leaving seasons

I see I’m trailing sunset mornings just goodbye

I’m past the obligations I’m looking out on nations

I know I’m leaving all the weight I left behind

The weight of all mankind

Rich Kids

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I’ll take you once let me take you some more

My swimming pool has a gold-tiled floor

I’m spending money cause Dad’s working hard

I have been taking charge

You see me wearing the fashion that’s right

I’ll drive my XKE that he signed

It helps me makes me feel like a man

Come on baby, I’ve got cash on hand

Cause we’re the rich kids and were making a hit

Rich kids we’ll do what we wish

Rich kids Rich kids

I like the girls I do as well as I can

Don’t need to study when you cheat on exams

You’re drinking beer when I’m pouring champagne

I’ll carry on in the family name

I don’t have to apologise

I’ll do what I want for the rest of my life

I’ve always got more funds than I need

I steal hub caps, what a thrill it’s a breeze

My friends and I we take what we need

Life is easy pass the cocaine please

I’ll take you once let me take you some more

My swimming pool has a gold-tiled floor

I’m spending money cause Dad’s working hard

I have been taking charge

Cause we’re the rich kids and were making a hit

Rich kids we’ll do what we wish

Rich kids Rich kids

I don’t have to apologise

I’ll do what I want for the rest of my life

I did this on a lark with the idea of writing a song about someone who was the opposite of me. It was recorded back in the day when we didn’t really care so much about anything but having fun.

I found the song in my attic, it was just taking up space so I decided to share it with you.

Warm Regards,

Marc

Happy Birthday Superman!

The days of my childhood played out like an endless summer with blue skies and backyard barbeques. The wild and wooly back roads of my suburban home still featured  horse trails and big grassy fields with marshy ponds where frogs croaked. Those days my mind was filled with imagination and wonder for the world around me.

I had deep feelings and when I believed something I really believed it. So when I got it in my mind one Fourth of July that it was Superman’s birthday ( it was obvious to me what other day would it be?) my brother almost fell out of his chair in laughter, he flashed an aggressive smile and then told me in no uncertain terms that Superman, my boyhood idol didn’t exist, that he was a made up product to sell comic books.

This didn’t surprise me. My brother was always teasing me;  I knew Superman was real. He had to be real. I mean he was ( and still is) all over the place: T.V series, comic books, coloring books, movies and the like.  It seemed everyone could identify with The Man of Steel.  I definitely did.

I was in awe of this wonderful Superman and I thought about him a lot at that time. His reality was a reassuring presence. I felt that if he was in the world then everything would be O.K.  I felt more hopeful believing in him and it was easy. He seemed to be the perfect ideal. I thought maybe someday I’d grow up to have muscles like him.

The best thing about Superman was that he wasn’t just strong, he was good too. He could do anything…be anything but he chose to help mankind. It was noble to be sure and his need to help came as a sacrifice. It isolated him from society.

In order for Superman to help the world he had to conceal his true self. I could really identify with that. I had always been intrigued with secret identities.

Who would know that at dinner there was a clue to who I really was. And that there was an old towel safety pinned to my shirt like a cape under my clothes. Only I knew this secret and it was important that no one would find out.

I aspired to be just like him: I would run across my bedroom, jump and land onto my bed and there I would “fly” across the world, arms outstretched, cape fluttering in the imaginary wind.

No one likes to be doubted; Of course Superman was real and it’s funny but after all these years later he still seems real

And why shouldn’t he be?  We need him now, especially during times like these.

The idea of Superman is what he stood for then and what he stands for today. He sends a message especially to the young about strength and courage, hope and fairness, about making a difference and trying hard. Superman is a hero of the highest quality. Born a symbol of America in his colorful bright red and blue, he inspires not just Americans but the whole world. He is the best and the brightest and his legend continues.

And he keeps popping up in the strangest places; from the animated series and all of those T-shirts with that big red and gold “S” to the new movie coming out next year. Superman lives and Clark Kent does too!  So Happy Birthday Kal-el, from me to you!

Marc Marrs

Classical Trilogy

I first started writing songs when I was nineteen. I was a jumble of emotions back then just like a lot of teenagers. I was lucky enough to have this musical spark in me and I felt the need to express myself musically. At the time I had just finished reading “Lord of the Rings Trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien and I was inspired to do a musical background for the books.

This was my first attempt at songwriting and it was a little daunting at the beginning but after the first few tries my confidence grew. My imagination ran wild as I brought Middle Earth to life. I was inspired by the mystical atmosphere, vivid landscapes, horrible monsters and great villains created by Tolkien’s imagination.   It turned out to be a major project. When I was finally finished I had 25 songs under my belt and that felt good. I felt at that point I could do anything.

Time has passed but Classical Trilogy always remained a favorite. When the movies came out it was interesting to see how the film makers expressed themselves. I think they did a good job with the movie and the music but I think I did pretty O.K. too. I’d like to share with you a sampling of three of the songs in Classical Trilogy. Please give a listen and tell me what you think. Click on the titles to listen. Thanks.

-Marc

 The Departure of Boromir

Fond Farwells

Sounds from the Golden Hall

Fool of the Day

I initially started writing this song with your typical member of the mafioso in mind.  As time progressed, so did the lyrics and I found myself echoing the protests of the day, It morphed itself into a tale of corruption but this time on the “legal” side of the law. Shining the light of day on the criminal element of Wall Street. If you ask my opinion; I say a crook is a crook and who is the fool of the day?

FOOL OF THE DAY

Your pockets are full there’s change in the town

Old habits die hard corruption abounds

Men are made in the family way that’s the theme boy

For the fool of the day

 

Life is easy I’m getting rich

I’m passing bills without a glitch

Don’t get caught cause then you’ll pay the price boy

For the fool of the day

 

Take me break me the times have made me

Laws are meant to be broken by me

And in my fallen glory I’ll tell you my story

And I’ll never agree to cop to a plea no siree

 

I’m not worries about the government man

The dreams I had are over things got way out of hand

I watched my back and stayed discreet

And I was set up from a one to a three

 

Take me break me the times have made me

 Laws are meant to be broken by me

And in my fallen glory I’ll tell you my story

And I’ll make bail that’s a bona-fide guarantee

Your pockets are full there’s change in the town

Old habits die hard corruption abounds

Men are made in the family way that’s the theme boy

You’re the fool of the day

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Copyright © 2012 by Marc C. Miller

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On Songwriting

To me songwriting is all about feeling, its instinctive. It’s abrupt and it comes on like a wave that washes over me.  It is cool and it fills me with a heightened sense of perception. It is a divine spark that empowers. It is mysterious and it is magical.

It is an urge that propels me to create, to explore concepts and feelings through melodies and verse.  It is a powerful feeling that I have no control over. It chooses the time and I must capture that feeling in a bottle before it is lost in a dark hole of the imagination never again to see the light of day. At times it comes on subtly, like a whisper, at others it comes like a roar and I must listen.

Then I must write it down. Sometimes life tends to get in the way. I have lost many a tune driving or on some idle errand. This is the frustrating part that I suppose many songwriters must deal with.  But I would say by far the joys of being a songwriter  exceeds the frustrations.

Like anything else there are many different ways to write a song; sometimes I have a concept idea which turns into lyrics and at other times the music or melody streams through my head where it gets recorded waiting for the words to follow.  At other times both the melody and lyrics stream in at once. These songs seem to have an extra bounce of their own and I get a sense of deja vu.  I really know that I am onto something. These songs usually turn out to be some of my better efforts.

Songwriting is a part of me. I have been doing it for some time. I have amassed a catalog of various flavors of song most are finished. Some I am working on now.  It is an important piece of my life that I would like to share with you.

I will be posting some of my work here on Brown Eyed Music in the near future. Please take a listen and tell me what you think.

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Marc Marrs

Hershey Bars

The Hershey's milk chocolate bar.

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I was born on the wrong side of the country.  After a bad day I would like to drown my sorrows in a Hershey bar.  Not the kind of bar that you peel off the wrapper, but a bar in which someone indulges himself in drink to avoid his addiction to chocolate.

Even the atmosphere smells like warm chocolate. For the life of me I don’t know how anyone gets anything done there. Slobbering busloads of tourists fill the streets. I may  addicted, but chocolate is their god…..don’t get me wrong I like a chocolate latte as much as the next fellow but I’ve got to go to work and get something done.

Always Marc Marrs

Leap year leap

 I was born at night on February 29th, the day that doesn’t exist 3 years out of 4.  It’s like I don’t have a real birthday. When it does roll around I get nervous. I expect something bad to happen and I am relieved when it’s over and I’m safe till next time.

When checking my I.D. people like to comment on it, they are full of questions. Most want to know what day I celebrate.  I tell them; February 29th. Some don’t like this answer but it is how I feel.  Sure, I can eat cake, get presents and blow out the candles but that doesn’t make it my birthday.

I’ve always liked my non-birthdays. No expectations, no obligations.  I feel younger because of it.  Friends have pointed it out that they are aging faster than I am.   I guess I’ll have to get used to that.

I’d like to hear from anyone who has a leap year birthday.  How does it feel? What is it like?   Let me know.  We can wish each other a happy birthday.

Always,

Marc Marrs