I write a lot of lyrics. I write a lot of lyrics that need to be burned. But I can’t seem to stop doing it – and every once in awhile, there is something good come from it. But the point is that I write them when they come – which means that they are scribbled on any handy surface – typically paper, yes, but not always.
This morning I excavated another portion of my desk and found a snip of lyrics about ten lines long, out of which I will be lucky to rescue a single phrase – I can be quite heartless when I edit. So I flipped it over into the “To Be Decimated” pile and found, lo! a circle of fifths combined with a color wheel. Really. I could pass this up? I think not.