Week 49: Sooner or later

A song about sexual frustration – I had it pretty badly in the week I wrote this, and it seemed like it was time to tackle the subject in a song. I’m always looking for things to write about that we all feel but that doesn’t get discussed much. Part of what I like about songs is it seems you’re allowed to express stuff that isn’t necessarily appropriate in most social situations, and often there’s stuff that society is uncomfortable discussing, but that we need to process somehow. Hopefully I’ve managed to help lighten someone’s load with this one. Chris the producer gave this quite a dirty treatment, which is probably appropriate for a dirty song.


49 Sooner or later
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Lyrics:
The night is growing absurd this urge is killing the fun
You might as well be a bird I might as well be a gun
I go to bed you’re all in my head
I want to feel flesh I feel sheets instead
each creature’s goal’s to be a procreator
I’m gonna get some sooner or later

I’d probably figure it out, and find the right things to say
To bring the smile to your eyes, to make the fear go away
If only my brain was not so blood drained
If only my shame were not so ingrained
why be ashamed of being a procreator
I’m gonna get some sooner or later

It seems like some kind of cruel and and nasty natural law
The more I think she is hot, the more she finds me a bore
And then the girl that thinks I’m a hot stud
All she can hope for’s maybe a cool shrug
She’s such a cruel bitch, mother nature
I’m gonna get some, sooner or later

All I ask is for someone take me home
I don’t know why I get so all alone
When you get near me I get so greedy and my libido get’s overactive
The thing I fear’s that you’ll find me needy to you it might seem unnatractive

Now I’ve been working it out and I’ve been doing some sums
All these daughters in need and all these ravenous sons
The math is easy, it’s a no brainer
For every need, there’s a container
each creature’s goal’s to be a procreator
We all must get some sooner or later

Week 48: Meerkat and Cobra

I have a folder on my computer where I keep recordings of little ideas I have that I’m not sure what to do with, and that’s where I found the guitar part that I use in the verses, and the rest of the song evolved from that. Not sure how the image of the meerkat and the cobra popped into my head, but once I had it I worried that it should be mongoose and cobra, as these two are probably more famous for fighting each other, but I googled ‘meerkat and cobra’ and found plenty of videos of those two fighting, so I went with it as it somehow has a nicer ring to it. Hope you like it.


48 Meerkat and cobra
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Lyrics:
Lightly aching I wake and I screw my head on
And I stretch out my feelings and push myself along
With my feet in the shallows of shadowy dreams
I go into the kitchen to plot and to scheme

Philosophy, all I ask for’s a raft for these days on the ocean alone
Apostrophes are all I have now for words like I love you and honey I’m home
Absolution and blame, meerkat and cobra inside me
I hope that if I call it names, my bad self will no longer abide me

Lightly aching I wake and I take on the day
And I plug in I switch on and I plug away
Feeling overly worked feeling underly paid
I live for the moment when I hit the hay

Philosophy, all that I ask for’s a raft for these days on the ocean alone
Apostrophes are all I have now for words like I love you and honey I’m home
Absolution and blame, meerkat and cobra inside me
I hope that if I call it names, my bad self will no longer abide me

Lightly aching I wake and I make up my mind
Not to let you negate all the things that I find
In the streets where I wander and work to be kind
Always watching my back should you sneak up behind

I hate you now, the way you keep popping into the movie that plays in my head
Please take a bow and exit the stage the shows over the actors have all gone to bed
Philosophy, all that I ask for’s a raft for these days on the ocean alone
Apostrophes are all I have now for words like I love you and honey I’m home
Absolution and blame, meerkat and cobra inside me
I hope that if I call it names, my bad self will no longer abide me

Week 47: Smoke Signals

The biggest thing I’ve had to deal with when writing my songs every week has been my tendency to reject whatever I create – I’m way too critical. This can be a good thing sometimes, as it means I set the bar high, but it also tends to take the pleasure out of the process of writing songs, as I’m seldom free just to enjoy what I create without tearing it to pieces. It also tends to make me want to give up on a song before I finish it, which is exactly why the weekly deadline is such a good thing – it forces me to finish the song no matter what i think of it. So, this week’s song I wrote and then hated the result. I recorded it anyway and today Chris sent me the recording to post on the blog, and when I listened to it, the perspective of time showed it to me in a new light and I realised it was actually a pretty good song. I was trying some interesting key changes, and maybe my initial rejection of the song was just my conservative side reacting to the slightly risky chords. Anyway, enough said, hope you like it.


47 Smoke signals

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Lyrics:

In a moment you opened me up with a smile
Flashing light in the corners and making me feel like a child for a while
Pangs of joy, stabs of fear
Waking all my abandoned dreams of having somebody near

Chorus
For too long now I
Been looking at empty skies
Alone I kindle sad smoke signals
But now I can see
There’s never been anything wrong with the sound of my song
It’s just that it needed a home in a heart that’s free

I was out of believing folded small
I got a sense of your love and I got a fright and I started to fall
Out of the window and over the wall
You found me wandering aimless and lost like a child in a shopping mall

Chorus

There’s thunder somewhere under the ground
You’re fading in and I’m falling and flying and fading into your sound
I’m all shook up please don’t shake me down
In you there’s a light emanating and raising the profane to the profound

Chorus

These are the good old days

There’s a great little documentary online called Slomo that I happened upon and found very true and inspiring. Right at the end of the movie, the guy says “these are the good old days”, which I thought was such a great line and a great idea for a song. I had the line going through my head as the final music for the movie started playing and i just started singing it over the slow music and it just felt right so I picked up my guitar and wrote the song with that same slow, epic feel. I think this could be great with the right production – not really sure it’s meant for just guitar and voice. Hope you like it.


46 These are the good old days

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Lyrics:

These are the good old days
In next to no time, they’re gonna be on their way
Don’t let this moment just slip away
And leave you longing for
The good old days

These are the good old days
Ask any old man, I bet he’ll say
Don’t sit around waiting, get out and do
The things you really want to
In these good old days

These are the good old days
I’m going to find a way
To really live today
To notice things you say
To find the time to play
And hang out in cafés
To breathe the earth’s bouquet
And taste the salty spray
To notice tiny things
Like how the white-eye sings
The smell the rain wind brings
The taste of nectarines
Find time for wandering
Out where the silence rings

These are the good old days
Untouched by time’s forgetful gaze
Life’s lived in moments, not memories
So please take notice of
These good old days

Week 45: In the Grooves of my Mind

A dreamy song – with words that just spilled out of me one day, with no particular agenda. I was just enjoying the strange rhythm of the picking pattern and the new chords I’d discovered and decided to let the words go wherever they felt like going. And then the chorus suddenly became about longing for someone to come and blow me out of my ruts and repetitive thoughts – and maybe the song itself was the thing that I was hoping could do that, with it’s strange dreamy feeling. Maybe that’s what the creative process is all about, finding new ideas to jump you out of your ruts.

      Week 45 In the Grooves of my Mind - Simon Van Gend

45 In the grooves of my mind
Lyrics:
Living on unashamed
Live life like a game
Tap into the right side of your brain
Have a seat on the sand
Lovelight on demand
All your little blocks dream them away

Chorus:
In the grooves of my mind
I just cause erosion
Won’t you bring your stormwind to
Lift me and blow me away

Drifting on like a boat
Fade out like a note
Fade into the moment once again
Memories in the sun
Back when all was one
No catch or detached chatterbrain

Chorus

Not much could equal
This movie’s prequel
Still we must watch right to the end
Fate will awake you
Upend your horseshoe
Scatter your luck out in the wind
who’s to know where we go sleepy eyes dream the end

Through the memory maze
Echoes of my days
Rocks knock in the river in the rain
There’s a light on the shore
Fish flaps on the floor
Dumbstruck underneath the milky way

Chorus