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I’ve been listening back to the Dolan recording sessions of “Paisley Skies” today and recording more rhythm guitar and keyboard parts. It’s still in the early stages but it’s starting to sound like a real record.

In other news, I’ve now been 22 for two days. Update: it feels a lot different than 21…I feel like a dinosaur. Within this sudden aging process, it has also come to my attention that the Brontosaurus never actually existed. Little Foot is dead. My childhood dreams are shattered. And so I have written what I believe should go on Little Foot’s tombstone:

Little Foot
Born: Never
Died: DNE
Dinosaur, friend, mentor. May you continue eluding sharp teeth in your own eternal great valley.


On a separate note, here are the opening lyrics to Paisley Skies:

Lying back on our old trampoline
Trying to see the universe
Asking questions of a father I can’t see
But if I heard the answers, they might hurt

And how I’ve cried all these days and all these nights, I wonder

Don’t you find it strange? How the stars can all align but still we mess it up each time?
Don’t you find it weird? When you gaze up through your tears at the clouds rolling by…
How they paint a paisley sky…

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"There is a global nature to music, which has the potential to bring all people together."

- Marvin Hamlisch
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Sometimes it’s hard not to wonder why (as the adage goes) bad things happen to good people. A friend of mine passed away just months after another childhood friend of mine had also tragically passed. At 22, it seems a bit early to be losing friends, seeing others fight for their lives in the hospital, hearing about beautiful six-year-old children being robbed of a future while in school. I couldn’t understand why such good, innocent people were being taken from this world and while struggling with this, I wrote a song called “Angels.” 

Angels by AJ Smith

I’ve been up all night cause it don’t seem right
Tell me, Where do all the good people go?
Yeah I’ve tried to pray, though I’ve forgotten the way,
Lord - don’t you take these righteous people, no

Oh I have heard good people live forever
What’s forever really mean?
I’ve been told - “Let the sinners be condemned.”
But what I’ve heard is hardly what I’ve seen

I’ve seen angels falling from the sky
Falling, falling out of heaven’s eye
All the joy and laughter that living brings
Break as easy as an angel’s wings

I’ve seen men go to war claim God’s worth fighting for
But who’s to say these good people go
I’ve seen children die for a tyrant’s pride
Lord, don’t you steal these righteous people, no

Oh I have heard good people live forever
What’s forever really mean?
I’ve been told - “Let the sinners be condemned.”
But what I’ve heard is hardly what I’ve seen

I’ve seen angels falling from the sky
Falling, falling out of heaven’s eye
All the joy and laughter that living brings
Break as easy as an angel’s wings

I’ve seen angels falling from the sky
Falling, falling out of heaven’s eye
All the joy and laughter that living brings
Break as easy as an angel’s wings

Copyright © AJ Smith - 2012