Challenged by a friend to make a simple song with three chords, I just looked around at my current surroundings, and this is what came out.
Billion Grains of Rice
Lyrics
There's a candle on my nightstand
And a place for my drink
Curtains drawn forever
So I can have some time to think
In my room there's a lot of things to see
In my room what a great ol' place to be
In my room there's a lot of pieces of me
Closets full of instruments
Strings of an order or sort
The savage beast that lives within
Well, he needs to be soothed somehow
When I get weary, there's a bed under me
When I get hungry, well, I guess I'll just have to leave
When I get angry, the night can wash over me
When I get lonely, I just stop and start again
The ground is brown and carpeted
Ceiling's made of white stucco
The walls are littered with keepsakes and lyrics and friends' photographs
And the comfortable hum of the AC takes care of the aftermath