"Hazard" - Richard Marx I re-stumbled upon this lost song from my memory box by accident. Back when music videos told stories and writing lyrics went passed the ordinary. Looking at it now sorta creeps me out, but I wanted to share this because I needed to shift things once again. No, I won't be wearing a long, white scarf and heading down to a riverbed with a guy with a mullet any time soon. But I have to say I like the composition of all of this. It's eerie, I know. But in a way, this demented look at how quickly people jump to conclusions and how creatively crazy the mind can be is quite frankly, up my alley. Lyrics: My mother came to hazard when I was just seven Even then the folks in town said with predjudiced eyes That boy's not right Three years ago when I came to know mary First time that someone looked beyond the rumors and the lies And saw the man inside We used to walk down by the river She loved to watch the sun go down We used to walk along the river ...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.