Roger D. Linder: FAWM 2024

Artist

Songs written for February Album Writing Month, Feb 1-29, 2024

1. Reach
2. Habitat
3. White Whale
4. Through The Rift
5. Back on Track

Reach

For all these years I'm trying to reach you
To stop your tears, so much to teach you

So listen, don't refuse my call
Accept, or you will lose it all

I've tried through dreams to make our contact
But even those you often reject

You really need to pick it up
You need to make that followup

Reach out to you from this dimension
Yet you think it's a deception
Don't bury it with apprehension
It's you that I have chosen

You just sit there addle-headed
Something that I've always dreaded
My choice of you I've not regretted
Take that chance, don't be frozen

The powers I have I must endue
They're something that you must accrue
There aren't even a chosen few
It's only you, it's only you

To reach your goal you make an effort
The words I give you have great import

No wasting time, not for an instant
You'll be there to make a difference

You clear your mind, you close the trap
Someday truth will be unwrapped
I've laid it all out like a map
It's up to you to follow

Habitat

My 
D
clothes are stained, it 
G
matters 
D
not
The 
D
weather's cold, but 
A
not for 
D
naught
We 
D
built a house, we 
G
built a 
D
life
For 
G
someone 
D
knowing 
A
only 
D
strife

We 
G
came together, 
D
group diverse
We 
G
gathered here, bet
D
ter or 
A
worse
We 
G
learned a 
D
trade, a 
A
useful 
D
one
We 
G
went a
D
way and 
A
had some 
D
fun

Our 
D
contributions 
G
paled from 
D
those
Who 
D
came each day, ama
A
teurs and 
D
pros
But 
D
those who gave sweat 
G
equi
D
ty
Are 
G
those we 
D
really 
A
need to 
D
see

It's 
G
not a handout, 
D
not a check
It's 
G
earned by them, pain, 
D
back and 
A
neck
Five 
G
hundred 
D
hours, they 
A
choose to 
D
give
To 
G
earn their 
D
own, in 
A
which to 
D
live

Our 
D
half-day only 
G
goes to 
D
show
That 
D
from a team comes 
A
a cha
D
teau
And 
D
love of fellow 
G
man does 
D
grow
A 
G
gift on 
D
us has 
A
been be
D
stowed

White Whale

I know the theory, book the time, the music's deep within me
I write the words and find the rhymes, but lack a great melody

I get so far, then stop cold dead, there is no inspiration
With pen in hand, I face with dread, the product's perspiration

Where is the song? Where is the tune? I'm frozen with frustration
The words are there, and none too soon. It's just a straight narration

But in my head, the song is there, it cannot find the instrument
I try to sing, a sad affair, the failure now seems imminent

Oh what a trial, oh what a test, oh what an solid fail
I've wasted time, I must confess, my schedule is derailed

I will not quit, I carry on, a tiny tune intrigues me
I fashion words, seem's a new dawn, but once again fatigues me

This drought, it seems, cannot prevail. It's only temporary
The final goal, my own white whale, will be extraordinary.

Through The Rift

I come through an interdimensional rift
I come through to bring you the ultimate gift

Not power, or riches, or instant appeal
But you will discover that this one's for real

It's knowledge you'll need to make sense of this time
And wisdom to recognize this paradigm
A fighter you'll be 'gainst the most heinous crime
Even though your self-doubt thinks you're way past your prime

The tiger in you will lash out with its claws
The criminal element slashed by its flaws

When strife seems to weigh on you down to the core
While hopelessly triggered by those from before
You'll find that you strengthen and gain a rapport
With natural forces you'll need to explore

This won't be the only time I come to you
I'll be there to guide you, to help you get through

The fate of the world on your shoulder it lies
Your courage and faithfulness keeps it alive.

Back on Track

Back on track, no looking back
The train I’m on is in the run
Woo hoo, woo hoo 

Was no way out, that was my doubt
Could not escape what was my fate
Woo hoo, woo hoo

Keep runnin' 'til I can't no more
No turning 'round, I slammed that door
Don't want the life I had before
There's so much more I must explore

No runnin' scared, I have been spared
Its hold on me, no longer see
Woo hoo, woo hoo

Just free and clear, and in high gear
The road ahead I must not dread
Woo hoo, woo hoo

No more running at the end
That life I cannot recommend
Into this pit I did descend
From this abyss I will ascend

Back on track
Back on track
Back on track

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