What has instigated this blog post is a new song I've been working on. It started to come together Friday night after Golden Country rehearsal and I pounded it out on the piano over the next couple of days and came up with this.....that was last weekend. I did numerous takes of the song for the blog but I wasn't happy with the melody and dramatic and narrative arc of the song, so I kept working on it over the last week. Here's me performing the song in its current form
******Stardate January 13, 2016: this song has gone through numerous melody, time signature, feel, and key changes.....and it still ain't quite there.
New July
I laid my arms by the side of the road
they were tired said they needed a rest
I laid down my heart and laid down my head
after listening to them confess
My torso, my legs and me
drinklessly persevered
weaving, weaving
no matter which way we steered
I've decided I'm gonna start smoking
please, light me on fire
I'll burn hot and bright through the soft dark night
a funeral pyre of human desire
At dusk, bats' acrobatics
the geometry of geese in flight
these are the charms I use
to defend against the night
Summer rain inert upon abstract blocks of hospital
where three thousand lie damaged and decaying
A crouching woman howls, a man snarls and lick his balls
in paper slippers I shuffle through the halls
And I got nothing to protect me
from things that fall from the sky
but I ain't worried
I ain't worried
I heard it's gonna be a new July
And I got nothing to protect me
from things that fall from the sky
but I ain't worried
I ain't worried
I heard it's gonna be a new July
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