Week 32: Small soft animal

Another song in the “google song” tuning – hence the nice ringing chords. Found a whole bunch of new chords up the neck. The great thing about alternative tunings is that, because you can’t use the usual chord shapes used in standard tuning, you’re forced to experiment and it usually leads to something surprising and different. Once I had all these jangly chords, I just started singing and writing whatever lyrics popped into my head, and this is the result. Hope you like it.


32 Small soft animal
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Lyrics:
Something inside of me is calling me imploring me to come on home from the war
They’re searching the hills and forests and the fields for the guy who won’t fight any more
Something is shaking me awaking me and making me believe in my freedom to be
At home in the ups and downs as I’m rolling and I’m coasting down from the highlands to the sea
And what I got’s enough for me
And there’s peace in the lands for as far as my eyes can see

The sun is shining on my window sill
Talk to me about the ordinary love
That requires no special skill
Just an opening and a letting it run in until you’re full
No special force of will
Just a small soft animal

Sooner or later gonna get the renovator to pull down these crumbling walls
Feel that sunshine spill into spaces where before there was no light at all
Under the moon I’ve been a sleep in my cocoon but now I’m spreading my wings in the light
And soon I’ll rise gonna head into the sky with a song in my head and a feeling that everything’s gonna be all right
cos what I got’s enough for me
And there’s peace in the lands for as far as my eyes can see

The sun is shining on my window sill
Talk to me about the ordinary love
That requires no special skill
Just an opening and a letting it run in until you’re full
No special force of will
Just a small soft animal

There’s something in a mammal that seeks out the warmth of another
And the child will dig a tunnel for miles to get back to the mother
It’s the thing that makes a stranger change into a brother
and sometimes if you’re lucky it’ll turn a stranger into a lover

Can you feel now the moon is full?
Help yourself to all the dreams you find scattered among the moonbeams
No special force of will
Just a small soft animal

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