“Flamboyant Stories” Commentary + Original Songwriting Notes

“Flamboyant Stories” is a song about being a crazy spiritual woman who’s stargazing on a beach, daydreaming about romance, reflecting on how life changes…something like that. If you would like to listen to a full commentary of this song, I recorded an hour long video sharing my songwriting process, the deeper meaning behind the lyrics, and the creative spiritual experience I go through as I travel the world and make artwork inspired by my relationships. The notes below are referenced in the video. They are copied and pasted from the original “Notes” document on my phone and laptop. I used to write songs by hand on paper but in recent years I’ve typing lyrics has been most efficient. The words themselves were taken from my handwritten journal which I would love to photograph and share with you…if I can find the pages I drew from. Unfortunately, I didn’t take a note of it at the time. So this is what we’ve got. Enjoy the stories and feel free to ask me questions. Love & Rainbows, Cha Wilde

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CRY

i feel a lonely aching pain /

i need someone I can dive with

I don't like that to feel healthy I have to live alone.

I’m lonely and don’t feel good with my partner. He won’t change and I’m afraid to go out and live alone without him even if it means I’ll be healthier.

WISDOM

What got me here may not get me beyond here.

The space makes the time together better.

We're the ones pulling back.

All the softnesss is sucked out of it when I'm pushing to do more.

I can let go of the idea that home is in one placee.

Home can be inside myself somehow.

One sided vulnerability doesn't feel good.

It was working of me before but now it's time to do something new and this requires courage. After doing something new I will feel better. I'm the one who is in control of whether I stay or go. In order to go I need to stop forcing trying to make things work and I need to let go of how I thought things ought to be or wanted them to be. In moving forward courageous into something new, I will find a new home that feels good.

POETIC INGREDIENTS

She's the one who has to change.

Taking space hurts because I don't have much time.

I want to bring relief.

my parts really like noone knowing where i am

sunset that turned all the sand to sky

happy place is so far away from home

When the time is good I want more of it.

She's worried that she's ruined

It's painful to look straight at it

LYRICS

follow my lead

Far away from home

nothing will feed

the constant craving

always craving more and wishing i prayed

I turned the sand to sky

Back on my home

Heard the babies crying

Such an awful tone

Of misery

Forgetting love

can fade away In a day

Put down the phone

When the aching pain is lonely

It’s time to be alone

bring relief to people

Walk them all home

whoever’s has changed

Has rearranged

Their way of being

Found a new way of seeing

I’m always craving more

And wishing that I prayed

Now I’m only trying to ruin

Something that I’ve made

I'm the one who has to change

I’m the one who is estranged

I’m the one whose happy far from home

My happy place is far away from home

She wants love

to come back on demand

Doesn’t want to follow a man

let no one know where i am

so I can live without plans

Two feet on the land

I’m sweet in sand

You’ll understand

When you’re space

You’ll realize

it’s not a race

Oh lord oh lord oh lord

I gaze through the haze

On the days when I’m lazy

I sing songs for the sun

I’m a little crazy

pick my words

let them run

In wild minds

that smile blind

When I’m done

ring the bell

free the birds

Who fly in/from hell

sing my spell

break your shell

endlessly dwelling

mindlessly telling

flamboyant stories

In categories

Of life that’s alright

Cuz I’m far away from dancing

Dreaming of romancing

Wishing on the stars

Not on in mars

through broken illusion

I’ve caused a confusion

now i am trying to ruin something i made

Watch my spirit be swayed

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When the time is good I want more of it.

why does all the fun happens after I go to bed

Us all as one

I’ll Ring the bell

And free the birds

Who sing my spells

They’ll fly from hell

To break your shell

We’ll fly and run

We’re having fun

We’re Holding back no more

The name I’ll sign

On every line

Will cast and bind

"Flamboyant Stories" Lyrics

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FLAMBOYANT STORIES by Cha Wilde

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Oh Lord

I gaze through haze on the days when I’m lazy
I sing songs with the sun cuz I’m a little bit crazy
I pick words, let them run, in wilde minds
That smile blind, that smile blind

When I’m done, ring the bell
Free the birds from hell
Sing my song to break your spell
When I’m done, ring the bell
Free the birds who fly in hell
Sing my spell to break your shell
Endlessly dwelling, mindlessly telling
We fly and run
We’re havin’ fun

I gaze through haze on the days when I’m lazy
I sing songs with the sun cuz I’m a little bit crazy
I pick words, let them run, in wilde minds
That smile blind
Bring relief to the people, walk them home

When the aching pain is lonely it’s time to be alone
Forgetting love can fade away in a day
Whoever changed has rearranged their way of being
Found a new way of seeing

Cuz I’m far away from dancin’
Dreamin’ of romancin’
Wishin’ on the stars
Two feet on the land, I’m sweet in sand
You’ll understand when you’re in space
Realize it’s not a race
O Lord

I gaze through haze on the days when I’m lazy
I sing songs with the sun cuz I’m a little bit crazy
I pick words, let them run, in wilde minds
That smile blind
Bring relief to the people, walk them home

I gaze through haze on the days when I’m lazy
I sing songs with the sun cuz I’m a little bit crazy
I pick words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words
let them run
Bring relief to the people
walk them home

I’m always craving more
And wishing that I prayed
Now I’m only trying to ruin something that I’ve made
Words,  crazy, I pick words, my words
Words,  crazy, pick my words, my words (In wilde minds)
Endlessly dwelling, mindlessly telling
Flamboyant Stories in my categories
This life, it’s alright
She wants love to come back on demand (In wilde minds, that smile blind)

I gaze through haze on the days when I’m lazy
I sing songs with the sun cuz I’m a little bit crazy
I pick words, let them run 
through wilde minds, that smile blind
Bring relief to the people, walk them home

- CREDITS -
written, performed & produced by Cha Wilde
mixed & mastered by Amery Schmeisser
released: Feb 2, 2024

Singing Sad Songs in the Closet

Davey has started going back to the office. I’ve gotten used to him working from home since we’ve been in COVID quarantine. Now, suddenly alone at home in the middle of the day I am remembering these sweet hours of solitude. The music is starting to flow again, like a shy winter stream coming back to life in spring. The first dribbles of water are trickling through my soul and out my fingers.

This new song came from a moment of tears. I felt so panicky. My nervous system was shaking with anxious attachment style being triggered and some sexual complex trauma. I had been blended with my anxious lonely sad parts for days now. Thankfully when I pick up a guitar and start singing into a microphone with lots of reverb in the headphones I magically fall back into myself. Ahhh…there I am. This is who I am and what I’m meant to be doing. So much better. It wakes up inside me.

I write the super sad pathetic song first. I just say it like it is and pray nobody is nearby to hear me through the walls. It’s so raw and kinda ugly in a twisted overly emotional way. I surprise myself in these times when I’m like “woah I can’t believe I sound sad depressing!” But the singing of it drains the depressingness from my body and I feel lighter. The words start to cheer up, a sweet melody marches in behind the dry monotone sentences I’d been previously mentioning.

Singing the sad songs feels shitty, kinda like scrubbing a dirty pan. But…but…the glorious but…. Keep scrubbing and soon the sponge starts sliding smoothly across the surface. The music starts flowing through the body and the rusty gritty gunk in the emotional system is cleared. The music is like drain-o. It’s cleansing the system. Just like breathwork. Just like movement. It’s just stuck energy that needs to flow the fuck out! So sing the sad songs. I’m embarrassed to hear myself making those sounds but considering how much better I feel afterwards, I do it.

Same goes for the primal scream, yah? We are animals that need to make noise sometimes, ugly noises. Looking and sounding pretty all the time is what’s killing us slowly. Life blooms from the compost pile.

Love,
CHA WILDE