Songwriting is one of my secret joys. I’ve been writing songs and song-lyrics—from pop to gospel, from folk-rock to Broadway—for a long long time. Here are a couple of sample songs I wrote with pianist/composer, Scott Warner. If you’d like to see more, please contact me here.
performed by Petra Luna w/full band
Petra Luna, vocal
Scott Warner, piano
From the moment that we met
The luscious lie was true
For every soul there is a mate
If there’s me there must be you
Everywhere you’ve ever been
Everything you do
I want to know
All things you
I want yours to be the face I see
When I wake up every day
When the work is done, I’ll be the one
To ask you out to play
The fears, the dreams, the in-betweens
The one you whisper to
The secrets of
All things you
The way you take a stand
Like a woman of the world
The way you take my hand
Like a frightened little girl
The way you key the light you see
The way you free right through
The way you’re true
To me
Up and down, and around and around
We will dance the dance we do
Let me be the one you test
Let me be the place you rest
Let my life be the one that’s blessed
By all the things you do
I’m here to love
All things you
© 2010 by Bruce Gelfand and Scott Warne
I’ve done some things
Been taken, been given
In the name of the Dream
In the hope of forgiving
Makin’ my bones
In the bright night place
Makin’ my bones With a dazzling face Makin’ my bones Till there’s no bones to make When do I get To come home, O Lord When do I get To come home I’ve done some things Some righting, some wronging In the name of a Vision In the prayer of belonging Makin’ my bones Where the heat is the hottest Makin’ my bones With the have’s and have-nottests Makin’ my bones ‘Gainst an ungainly Goddess When do I get To come home, O Lord When do I get To come home Been at war for so long In the name of a peace Been acting so strong Can’t remember an ease Done all the tasks Cleaned up my street Done all You asked Now I’m begging You, please Makin’ my bones For that radiant face Makin’ my bones For that sweet restful place Makin’ my bones I am ready at last When do I get To come home, O Lord When do I get To come home
© 2010 by Bruce Gelfand and Scott Warner