My friend Jenny is one of those unique people that one is sometimes privileged to meet: she is musical, artistic, intelligent, creative, thoughtful, and yet without a shred of presumption. She has a humble and Godly nature.
She’s also a prolific songwriter, and recently she passed me a CD of 26 of her songs, with an apologetic disclaimer about the quality of the recordings. On a recent car trip to Corpus I popped her CD in and was pleasantly amazed by what I heard. Yes, the recordings are rough (mostly done at home on her computer) but I just found the whole CD to be . . . delightful is the only word I can come up with.
It’s an eclectic mix of songs, ranging from whimsical escapades to songs about family members to songs taken directly from Scripture. The lyrical content is what grabbed me right away.
I’ve asked Jenny’s permission to post a few of her songs here (unfortunately, I will only be able to post a few due to space on my webhost). So now and then I’ll write a post and include one of Jenny’s songs for your perusal.
The first song posted here is called Invisible Type, and it’s the song that grabbed me the earliest. It’s such a clever use of rhyme and alliteration, and there are some true gems among this song’s lines (lyrics are below).
Click here to get the Invisible Type mp3.
(note: I remastered the original recording a bit in ProTools so I take the blame if my mix takes anything away from the original song)
Lyrics – invisible type
i got invisible type when i write cause i type it in white when i write so you’ll never ever know what i might or might not feel so comfortable to show, i hide it even though you could highlight it and scroll
i’m in the cracks of the concrete, i’m in a garden of steel
i’m a little ant with a pack on my back, i’m keepin it real
i am a part of the working class
i’m sitting at the arrow while the others pass
there’s a book full of people that i want to be like
there’s a painting on my wall i stare at every night
often i wonder what it would be like to lose my sight
learn to listen to color, learn to live with the night
i got invisible type when i write cause i type it in white when i write so you’ll never ever know what i might or might not feel so comfortable to show, i hide it even though you could highlight it and scroll
and if he hollers we’ll sit there and make him pay
50 dollars with interest growing everyday
“Screw Vegas, kids are a gamble.” (it’s a little more than i can handle)
Josh said it right
and i’d love it if you’d love me despite
all the invisible type when i write cause i type it in white when i write so you’ll never ever know what i might or might not feel so comfortable to show, i hide it even though you could highlight it and scroll
if he hollers, make him pay
50 dollars everyday
which one did you really mean-ie miney mo
by the tiger, by the toe
