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I’ll be honest and say that I struggled with a new song this week. I started several and nothing came good. Then I sat quietly this morning in the garden and remembered this moment. I have often quoted it as the time when I first realised that I could decide to not be miserable. Standing outside the rented house that I was living in after my husband died, it was as though I was standing outside my life, and saw that my pain or indeed my happiness wasn’t in any way important. That being the case then I might as well be happy. So, by and large, I was. I am.
It now seems an obvious moment for me to write a song about and I’m really pleased with what has come along. I think it’s worth waiting for. This is one that I’m excited about making a full demo for one day – or giving it to someone else to sing.
Lyrics:
Might As Well…
I walked in from the sea as evening came in
The village turned on its lights
I brought a restless misery I didn’t want in the house with me
So I left my lamps burning, re-entered the night
From village end to its other end
I walked and then back again
I saw boxes of light, not the lives lived inside
And I slowed each time at mine
Nobody would know what was going on inside
Then I stopped and stood and profoundly understood
I might as well be happy
Noone alive cares either way
I might as well be happy
Maybe happy will want to stay
There’s no virtue in pain, no nobility in suffering
The currency of misery makes a poor man out of me
I might as well be happy
I went back in to house
I can’t remember what I did then
But the weight was lifted from me
I lived, with permission to be happy
None of us can really change what happens in those boxes of light
We hope for happiness for those we love
But only we can make our own hearts light
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