"Beta-Blocker"
I spent all of last night working on a pretty serious song I'm calling "Mom". It has to do with some recent revelations about my birth mother -- frankly, an exhausting subject to explore. This morning I made a little more progress with it, then put it down for later. "Mom" may take a while. I then fiddled around in a more playful and mood-positive manner, and what came out was "Beta-Blocker", a light look at medicating stage fright. Below are the lyrics. I, of course, would love to record it. Ha. It's interesting how creativity shifts, and how some songs need more emotional investment and time than others.

Beta-Blocker
I'm three quarters out and
Feeling hollow when I hit the stage
Now the fourth wall's a window
And I'm feeling like I'm in a cage
My fingertips are sweaty and I'm
The focus of a thousand ears
Now I'm kicking myself because
I didn't have that couple of beers

*I need a little something
To be the alpha that I know I am
I need a beta-blocker
And a doctor who don't give a damn

I paid my dues to the
Society for Timid Souls
Now I definitely regret it - I think
Their method has a couple of holes
Because it's not those around me
That make me shaky, make my knees grow weak
It's the inferior interior
In theory, it's my weary physique

*I need a little something
To calm my nerves and keep my focus tight
I need a beta-blocker
So I can rock this little room tonight

+A beta-blocker
It's gonna get me through this
(No worry, no more)
A beta-blocker
Is gonna let me do this...
(That's what they're for)