Last year I started a collaboration with a lyricist on a new song that looked promising, but after many rewrites and varying attempts at orchestration, we called it a day. Part of the problem stemmed from the lyrics not being something that I would personally sing. I had a disconnect to the story and to the verbiage. But, I liked the melody and the arrangement that I wrote, it had this bright-spookiness to it that was interesting. I hated to see it abandoned.
I let the track sit for a while and revisited it to see if I could rewrite it somehow, but the original lyrics kept getting in the way when I tried to write something new. I just decided to let it sit. I had to let it sit long enough that I would be able to “forget” the lyrics that we had written.
So recently, I was writing something about a musician who has been out on the road and is coming home, but doesn’t really remember his place in the life of the person he left. I’ve been seeing a lot of stories on the news about soldiers that have been on a tour of duty for a year and then come back to their households and have a hard time trying to fit back into the flow of everyday life. The only time it seems to work is if the person that was left behind has a lot of patience and love.
I started the lyrics and wan’t sure of the form they were taking and then I remembered that I had this finished arrangement with the expendable lyrics. The hard part was making the new lyrics fit the exisiting melody and the form. I had to replace a bunch of words that didn’t work with the rhythms; a lot of scratching my head trying to think of different ways to say the same thing and still have them rhyme.
The only thing I kept from the original lyric was the phrase — beautiful again — which, in the case of the new lyrics, became the title and the resolving feature of the story.
Moral of the story is: never throw anything out… and, revisit the bone yard every once in a while to see if there’s stuff there that might inspire you.
Let me know what you think of “Beautiful Again”. Do you re-work old material? or do you just let it die?
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Beautiful Again
Verse 1:
Heading home
After miles on the road
Called you on the telephone
To lighten my load
It’s so damed hard
To just fit back in
I forget about the pleasantries
Don’t know where to begin
PreChorus 1:
But now you welcome me back with dust on my shoes
Tired to my bones I got nothing left to lose
Chorus:
Cause you pick up all the pieces
We left on the the ground – and then
You add some love and tenderness
And you make life beautiful
Beautiful again
Verse 2:
You know my heart
I’ve been a traveling man
Singing ‘bout the lonely road
Guitar in my hand
I broke your mirror
Threw my luck on the floor
Couldn’t stand to see myself
Walking out your door
PreChorus 2:
But now you kiss me like I never told you good-bye
You hold me together and make everything alright
Chorus:
Cause you pick up all the pieces
We left on the the ground – and then
You add some love and tenderness
And you make life beautiful
Beautiful again
Bridge:
Hypnotized and mesmerized
Counting all those white lines flyin’
Underneath my wheels
I knew this wasn’t real
But now I see
Now I see
How I colored it wrong
This is where I belong
With you –
Chorus:
Cause you pick up all the pieces
We left on the the ground – and then
You add some love and tenderness
And you make life beautiful
Beautiful again


I’m tired of conflict. I’m tired of hate spewing voices and aggressive acts of mindless violence, discrimination and lack of compassion. So — I’m gonna pick up my guitar and play, just like yesterday. Thanks Pete!
The Buddha said that attachment leads to suffering.
It’s never easy to say good-bye, especially at an airport where you usually do not have the luxury to linger. I was intrigued when I saw this posted to Twitter recently: “Had coffee with my husband at the airport this morning, a date without the kids for the first time in a long time.” (That’s 117 characters by the way). This was posted by