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My Day Will Come
1989
Looking back on life, wasting away on time
Doing it half way or stopping, living without reason or rhyme
Looking out for the action, taking a walk on the wild side
Striving for my satisfaction, what do you care, its my life
My day will come
My day will come
Laugh all you want, the joke is on you
My day will, my day will come
Heaven or hell is the business, out in the jungle to tame
Every soul who hears the music knows the long road to fortune and fame
I don’t care about money, and glory is always two steps away
I only want a taste of the honey and rock it into the day
Bring it down to the rhythm of the night
I want to steal your soul, set your spirit into flight
Love them and leave them is not the ticket, Im not playing a game of fools
Just want to rock you into the midnight, show you in my life who rules
You always pushed me away from you, but in the wild you set me free
So Im gonna do what I want to do, I had faith but now its time you believe in me
Bring it down to the rhythm of the night
I want to steal your soul, set your spirit into flight
My day will come
My day will come
Laugh all you want, the joke is on you
My day will, my day will come
I remember being very pissed off when I wrote this. I was 20 years old, had been practicing with a local 80's rock band in Dallas, Tx. I was dating the bass player, Glenn (sort of). The girlfriends of the other band members decided one night to get me alone without the boys and they just ripped me apart. They told me things like I didn't sing the songs well, I didn't look right, people weren't going to like me, I was making a fool of myself, and so on. I ended up leaving very upset and quitting the band. I told Glenn what had happened, and while he totally supported me and disagreed to me quitting, he respected my reason to leave. If that was how their girlfriends were going to treat me all the time, I did not want to be subjected to that. A week or two later those girls told Glenn that one of their friends had a crush on them and wanted to date him. Ah, the real reason! Glenn quit the band. Turns out that band never performed anywhere other than that garage. I moved back home to New Orelans shortly after this. Funny thing is, over the years I have found that some wives/girlfriends are still like this. Yikes!
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