Watch the window

lose my mind

wait for something

fall behind

if I wander

would you wander with me

sip it slowly

slip in slowly and free

All I want is to love and fuck.

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What do I wanna be

I’m the small pleasures

You live where you are but not forever

If we ever leave take all the treasure

Everything’s inside of us when we’re together

One dollar Chinese food kinda mood x3

Big boys got brass bones, fuck

I”m a wreckin shit

Paid all the loans

Always be closing

Life is composing

One dollar Chinese food kinda mood x3

Isn’t rude to think anything is possible x3

Big boys got brass bones, fuck

I”m a wreckin shit

Paid all the loans

Always be closing

Life is composing

One dollar Chinese food kinda mood x3

Isn’t rude to think anything is possible x3

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Give me that old school kick back holiday inn

How about that old cool laid back varsity grin

You threw your panties at me

I threw my panties away

You spent you summer at sea

I spent my summer so free

All of your girlfriends like that let them all in

All of the guys like me don’t let me win

You threw your panties at me

I threw your panties away

You spent you summer at sea

I spent my summer so free

Free Summer Free

Before the Wi-Fi sky high got in the way

I did that lofi sci-fi nerdy girl play

Free Summer Free

You threw your panties at me

I threw your panties away

You spent you summer at sea

I spent my summer sorry

Free Summer Free

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Will we be remembered in the words of a song

Will the young be singing after we are gone

Said the old one to the young

Your life has just begun

This is what they told me too

Ouu Ouu Ouu

We are the ancient ones

We’re falling like the snow

You’ll be an ancient one

With everything I know

We are the ancient ones

You and I both grow

You’ll be an ancient one

Falling like the snow

Ouu Ouu Ouu / Be the One

Spring is skipping down the lane

Wisdom dropping in the rain

Here beneath ancient sun

Ancient ones still feel young

Said the old one to the young

Your life has just begun

This is what they told me too x3

Ouu Ouu Ouu / Be the One

We are the ancient ones

We fall like snow

You’ll be an ancient one

We are the ancient ones

You and I both grow

You’ll be an ancient one

Falling like the snow

My breath underwater

Keep comfort Stronger

My trust Keep it safe

Sound the warning if I behave

Play on sweet notes

Lean in high hopes

Join in the flow

Ride the ways Float away

Sound the warning if I behave

:)

There are thoughts that run through my head

Found them on pages of books I once read

Turned them into the words I once said

Now they’re the stories that I tell in bed

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Imma spell writer if you hear me sing

Imma spell writer my words might sting

Imma spell writer it’s a wisdom thing

Imma spell writer truth I bring

I tell them write them put them down

Pages are patient they listen to me

As I learn to listen my mind is set free

To be in my magic a wordsmith in flow

Swimming in all of the words that I know

I tell them write them put them down

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There is a feeling that’s not meant to stay

Please little feeling be on your way

All you feelings make my heart sing

Please little feelings turn into ink

I’ll tell you write you put you down

[CHORUS]

I hear the echos reverb in my chest

Words on repeat so you’ll know the/norest

There are some stories that long to be told

They’ll drive me crazy until I am old

If I don’t tell them write them put them down

[CHORUS]

I put the pen to paper everyday

Curious to know what my soul has to say

Clear out the cobwebs that clog my brain

thoughts spinning me around insane

If I don’t tell them write them put them down

[CHORUS]

LYRICS: Maybe I’m cursed to be aloneAll by myselfBaby it’s hurts to come home As somebody else

JOURNAL: God, this is a depressing song for me. A part of me doesn’t want to share this song with the world because it feels lame, dark, underproduced, maybe even messy or cluttered. I could judge it all day. Another part of me is proud that I created this song in the first place because it was a dark fucking day. I DID NOT want to make music, it was painful to rip sound out of my body and I wanted to give up and quit. This project felt overwhelming and stupid. I was in the WORST mood, the kind of dark depressing mood where I wondered why it was worth even staying alive. A part of me felt suicidal and didn’t feel like it was worth spending any time or energy creating. Who cares? I smoked a joint with Davey in the snowy woods. My face was so droopy and sullen. It must have been so intense to look at me, so hard on him to hold space for me in this state. He was so supportive, patient and eager to help me create. I think I felt embarrassed and childish to create in front of him when I felt so dark. He was so bubbly and I was complaining right and left. Finally, I told him to go away and alone in the basement of my parent’s house I held the microphone in one hand and mumbled how I really felt. The ugly moaning, whining tone of voice said “Maybe I’m cursed to be alone, all by myself. Baby it’s hurts to come home, as somebody else”. On this day I was totally blended with a part of me who feels like the ugly black sheep of my family. Everyone else is dancing around being silly and playing MarioGolf and singing Christmas songs and I’m moody, emotional, reclusive and bitchy. I remembered how my first husband and I used to be buddies and run away from the family to do our own thing, be in our own world. My second husband, Davey, is so much more integrated into my family. He doesn’t run off with me as much because he’s playing with my parents…so naturally a part of me feels left out. My first husband is a philosopher who could go dark and moody like I do sometimes. Davey is a ray of positive sunshine and virtually never do I see grey clouds on his face. I feel alone is my dark side when I’m with him and it totally sucks to come home and feel like a sad person around such high energy and joy. So here you go. A song that captures this shitty feeling. It’s the best I could do. Love, Cha

COMMENTARY: Day 7 Merry Christmas by Cha Wilde

Waking up on a holiday with a giant task to accomplish is kind of stressful and kind of wonderful. On a day when we would normally do ‘nothing’, we were awake with creativity. We brainstormed song ideals as we ate cinnamon rolls in the morning. We showed up at a relative’s house, saw their gorgeous baby grand piano and played something simple inspired by Carol of the Bells. As each family member arrived at the party we grabbed them (they were still wearing coats and purses) and shoved a microphone into their hands and slid headphones over their ears. We told them to sing “Merry Christmas” over and over. Whatever they did would be perfect. The whole music project took 30 minutes. We called it good, closed the computer and went to drink wine. My favorite thing about this song is how it captures the different personalities and levels of enthusiasm that you’ll find at most family gatherings.

CREATIVE TEAM

Cha Wilde: piano, vocals, recording, production

Davey Browne: remembered this song idea, vocals, recording

John Neufer: originally came up with this song (lyrics & melody)…many years ago

Browne Family Members: victims we captured and forced to sing upon their arrival at the Christmas party

Love has me wrangled

I’m curious what’s out there

Life has me tangled

I’m twizzling my hair

I keep on beating the sun to the dawn

Drink in the darkness and swallow a yawn

Ou Ou Until Dawn x4

Love has me tangled

I’m curious, curious what’s out there

Life has me tangled

I’m curious, curious what’s out there

What’s out there

I keep on beating the sun to the dawn

Drink in the darkness and swallow a yawn

Ou Ou There There What’s Out There…