If what comes off your pen came out of your head then all's you got is a head trip on paper,

.It ain't hard to write a heady song, and if your in the right zone it can be a lot of fun especially if your writing it with a bubba and your Yukin' it up,.But the song that slides off your spirit like oozing chocolate caramel,.you know, the one that writes YOU comin' on so fast and furious you hardly have time to scribble it on a pad,.somethin' so wild and so crazy that your doing double back flips and break dance moves around the room, and when you get done you got this big whopping soul baby staring at you with a simple wizard of OZ truth or two gunning' holes in your skull.. And wow !!!you didn't have to do anything but sit there and write it down, stick a melody on it and sing it,..

Jeez,.I mean c'mon,. this is where the candy apples come from,.out of the blue when your not trying to use your big fat brain to conjure something up,.You see, it's your brain that short changes you on the way to the bank,.your brain is just a computer that stores survival information,.it can't write a vision or revelation,.thats because it doesn't have any visions or revelations,.it's just full of data and apps..Revelations and visions come from the spirit world,.and once a songwriter is plugged into that reality magic happens..

You think Tom Waits, and Dylan, Cohen, Kris, Ghent Gant, and Burns think this shit up what their singing about,.hell no,..they are plugged into the spirit of all things that looks upon them as worthy aspirants to reveal and funnel truth through them,.they are receivers,.mailmen of the spirit who deliver the goods to you box most everyday of their lives,.

To me what I do at 74 years old when I have a guitar in my hands with shot of inspiration lodged up there under my heart is bloom as a flower blooms when the spring sun hits the dormant seed buried in the frozen ground...Stems and petals emerge,.what the fully developed flower will look like " who knows ", ALL that matters is that there is this primal urge for the flower to sprout into life which the flower will do regardless of any opposing forces that nature might throw at it...

This is my lot as a songwriter...How it happens, how it comes out comes out in a primal explosion that is unexplainable,.magical,.unknowable,..it just happens with volcanic might ,.It's an occurrence that is filled with awe, wonder, and majesty,.I am so blessed that I have fostered this god given gift decade after decade,.It has surpassed the reality of being in possession of A GIFT, but rather I have become THE GIFT,.WOW !!!, what an honor,.a universal God given honor,.To become the thing of your passion..isn't this what we all aspire to become??, that which consumes us will reverential desire and intent !!!.. Think about it.!!!

There are tune smiths who beat out horse shoe songs on anvils, and there are Truth whisperers,.
Which one are you. ??