Speaking of which, Dust Jacket, which I recently posted, is now on its nineteenth version and counting. I keep re-recording the vocals, then re-posting the song. I'm still not completely happy with it, but it is gradually getting better. Once I have a full album worth of new material, I plan to go back and re-record all of these songs anyway, so it might be close enough for now.
Zach Sands
Singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist/DIY recording artist. Truly independent music.
Monday, May 12, 2025
Flower Moon
Speaking of which, Dust Jacket, which I recently posted, is now on its nineteenth version and counting. I keep re-recording the vocals, then re-posting the song. I'm still not completely happy with it, but it is gradually getting better. Once I have a full album worth of new material, I plan to go back and re-record all of these songs anyway, so it might be close enough for now.
Friday, April 25, 2025
Unabridged
The sense memories of a second-hand bookstore
The smell of paper, mold and dust
Curiosity and wanderlust
See the world through others’ eyes
Imagine how it feels to empathize
Between these covers we are bound
Where the truth in our fiction is found
My love’s an open book
It’s the kind of storyline
You might be inclined to overlook
The dust jacket
Is worn and tattered
Does it matter? Have a look
My love’s an open book
Place my heart upon the shelf
Search my mind for meaning outside of myself
Trying to find the words to express
This happiness and loneliness that coexist
All that is mine is my perspective
And still I know it’s all subjective
I’ll share my heart with you
All I want to tell you is the truth
My love’s an open book
It’s the kind of storyline
You might be inclined to overlook
The dust jacket
Is worn and tattered
Does it matter how it looks?
My love’s an open book
The rest of this story is yet unwritten
We don’t even know what we’ve been missing
May our lives be blessed with laughter
Maybe love finally wins forever after
I want to know who you are
To be with you beneath the stars
Make a wish, blow a kiss
Remember this moment of bliss
My love’s an open book
It’s the kind of storyline
You might be inclined to overlook
The dust jacket
Is worn and tattered
Doesn’t matter, take a look
My love’s an open book
My love’s an open book
My love's an open book
© 2025 Zach Sands, PhD
Sunday, April 20, 2025
Taking Shape
Sunday, April 13, 2025
Placeholders
Wednesday, March 26, 2025
New-ish
Here's another song that I wrote a little while back but only recorded as a multi-track composition for the first time this evening:
I'll keep working on it, but I thought I'd let you in on the process.
Posting updated versions of these songs here is also one of the ways that I listen to them on different devices as I continue to work on them.
I welcome you to embark on this journey with me. We'll see where it goes.
Lyrics:
If I could build a time machine
I would be a better man
I’d be a wiser version of me
And everything would work out like I plan
I would learn to learn from my mistakes
Leave notes to my former self
Tell him to give more than he takes
And this is the only life that you get
Because time only moves in one direction
And no one ever gets it quite right
All we ever have is our best intentions
And a perfectly imperfect life
But if I could build a time machine
I would be a better friend
We could see all that we’ll never be
And everything that could have been
Like particles in variable dimensions
Our crooked paths seldom cross
At these random and chaotic intersections
We’re here for a moment, then we’re off
Because time only moves in one direction
And no one ever gets it quite right
All we ever have is our best intentions
And a perfectly imperfect life
But if I could build a time machine
And relive any moment
I wouldn’t change a thing
Except the stupid words I had spoken
I would work out every perfect line
Leave the script behind to memorize
And if I didn’t get it right on the second try
There’d be ample opportunity to revise
But time only moves in one direction
And no one ever gets it quite right
All we ever have is our best intentions
And a perfectly imperfect life
© 2025 Zach Sands, PhD