xoxo -cct

In truth, I wrote most of Believe several weeks ago around Jesse’s birthday actually.  He and I were having a random conversation about love and logic to which he mentioned the line “as if love has logic” which got me to thinking because as a self-proclaimed “intellichick” sometimes I think my logic is the biggest problem.  Emotions aren’t logical in the least (except that it is logical that people have them), but my logic is all about protocol and “yes/no” and – whether I consciously do it or not – I’m always weighing percentages.

So while I’m far from Temprance Brennan of Bones, some of these logical aspects of this song is kind of how I think.  But the thinking isn’t really the focus of the song – it’s the believing, which – for any believer of anything – often has no logic seat of which to rest your laurels on.

Here’s the YouTube.  Hope you like it!

-cct

Ruby Slippers

I wrote this awhile ago and in testing out my new guitar, I ended up recording a YouTube video of it.  The song has obvious references to The Wizard of Oz and is about the idea of the yellow brick road as the road to life.

YouTube and Lyrics below

Ruby Slippers (cc.tran)

Ruby slippers on my feet
They cant seem to take me home
Howd I end up so deep?
To feel so alone?

Every time I seem to walk
The further I get behind
Every time I seem to run
Im running out of time

Am I buried beneath a house
On the yellow brick road?
Did someone write my fate
And I wasnt told?
Im not ready to be dead yet
Still looking out for home.

I wish it were as easy
As the click clack of my heels
That the road was drawn out for me
Like a used textbook deal

Am I walking on a winding
Winding road
Did someone take the street signs
And I wasnt told
I dont know anything yet
Just that Im looking out for home.

Am I made of straw
Unwound, wont ever get far
Do I have a mane
Flinch in the sight of – pain

I think Im made of tin
Need a new heart to begin
This ones battered and cold
Need a new one to find hope

Ruby slippers on my feet
Can you take me home

-cct

On a random related note, up soon on intellichick.com will be the story of my guitar noted on the ExperienceLA post.  My guitar is named after poet Thomas Moore and eerily eventually signed by Tom Morello.  Crazy, right?

-cct