At a songwriting workshop in Wimberley TX, we were talking about metaphors and using prompts to get started. As I was circulating in the room, I had overheard the phrase “Diagnostic Heart”. Sounded like a good prompt to me. The hope was that we would all start in the same place with the prompt, and show that there’s no way we could ever end up with the same song. Creativity is boundless!! We all left for the day to go home and work on our ideas around the prompt. The next day after the workshoppers brought back their great ideas~ choruses, verses, one-liners~ I asked who had said the phrase and what were they talking about. Finally, this woman raised her hand and said, “Well, I had said growing up, I had an agnostic start.” Perfect.
lyrics
DIAGNOSTIC HEART
I have a diagnostic heart, cold and analytic love
I see the symptoms read the charts, sterile hands in rubber gloves
Been too long in quarantine. I need some intensive care
Disconnect me from machines. Let’s have a messy love affair
This terminal immunity from your infectious laughter
It’s a patient kinda privacy that kills happy ever after
I begged do not resuscitate. I didn’t want your life support
But your heart didn’t hesitate to heal my diagnostic heart
According to Hippocrates, first do no harm
Casual affairs yield casualties, the first to go,
My diagnostic hear
A miracle, a paradox, it takes two different heart beats
Kinda like a pair of socks will warm a pair of cold feet
Circulation is the key. Pressure builds and tears apart.
A surge right through my circuitry, bypass my diagnostic heart
According to Hippocrates, first do no harm
Casual affairs yield casualties, the first to go,
My diagnostic heart
credits
from The Hard Stuff,
released October 4, 2019
TITLE: Diagnostic Heart
SONGWRITER: Susan Gibson
PUBLISHING AND PRO:Susing Gibsongs/ BMI
ADMINISTRATION: BMG
MUSICIANS: Susan Gibson: Acoustic Guitar, Vocals,
Fred Mandujano: Drums & Percussion
Alexander Lynch: Bass
Andre Moran: Electric Guitar, Organ