FAWM ~ Song #3

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Feb 212011
 

February song number three!

Here’s a song about a person who, when things are going good, blows it all to hell because that’s what they are used to. We all know these people. We root for them to succeed, to get into a great relationship, to find a good gig, but when they do, they screw it up somehow. But the real kicker is that they seem to like to wallow in their confusion and pain – AND they want you to participate.

This video was shot at the Reid-Higham House Concert on February 19, 2011. What a great evening that was: good food, Gwenann’s art and me getting to perform for a great crowd!

This was also the premier performance, so give me some feed-back!

She Didn’t Feel Right

She didn’t feel right
Unless she had a broken heart
Love was a word
She could only guess at
Everything was good
Until it started being good
Then she’d bite and claw
Just like a cornered wildcat

She was a tornado in the desert
She was confusion in a pretty dress
She was afraid of being still
And listening to her awful mess
As soon as she was riding the smooth road
She’d reach for the dynamite
Unless her heart was in pieces
She didn’t feel right

She wanted the perfect life
They sold her in the magazines
A car, a house, some kids
And a man to love her
But as the pieces fell into place
She’d throw the puzzle to the ground
The walls closed in she felt trapped and smothered

She was a tornado in the desert
She was confusion in a pretty dress
She was afraid of being still
And listening to her awful mess
As soon as she was riding the smooth road
She’d reach for the dynamite
Unless her heart was in pieces
She didn’t feel right

A sunny day was so blasé
She needed clouds, she needed rain
Peaceful prayer, so damned rare
More satisfying to complain

She was a tornado in the desert
She was confusion in a pretty dress
She was afraid of being still
And listening to her awful mess
As soon as she was riding the smooth road
She’d reach for the dynamite
Unless her heart was in pieces
She didn’t feel right

FAWM Song #2

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Feb 092011
 

So here is the second installment for this month. This song’s chord progression and part of the melody come from a song that I wrote years ago that never really made it out of the studio. It was called Blue Horizon and I tried to get it on the Swanky Hotel CD and then I even re-recorded it for the She CD but in both cases it just didn’t work out. But, I really liked the chords and the rhythmic feel.

So here we are 2011 and February. I searched my journals for some material to write about and found this entry about cutting out a piece of Blue Sky. For a person that has a life that is painful and difficult, just a little slice of blue sky can act as a window into heaven and hope.

Let me know what you think ~

Darryl

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My Blue Sky

Oh this world
Can tear me down
Oh this life
Pulls me to the ground
My wounds are raw
The salt’s poured in
My mouth is open
For a scream to begin

I lay
On a bed of nails
I cry
To the walls of this jail
There’s not much more they can do to me
I’ve confessed the truth, but it won’t set me free

So I’m looking for my blue sky
I’m making room in my soul
It’s been a long time coming
On the edge of this rock-n-roll
I found my blue sky
Hidden in your eye

It’s been here all the time
Stuck between the words and rhymes
I’ve been the fool
Who falls on his own knife
As I force the steel to pry
Away my blue sky

Oh this hand
Reaching out to touch you
Oh this heart
Bloodied and misused
I’m waiting for the secret sign
I’m waiting to take back what’s mine

I’ve found my blue sky
Holding my arms out wide
It’s been a long time coming
I’m struggling to decide
What to do with this blue sky
Hidden in your eye

FAWM ~ Song #1

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Feb 052011
 

I’m always trying to figure out how to write songs more efficiently and be a little more prolific. I love to write songs, but I go at it in fits and spurts. I may write two songs in a given month and then go three months without putting pen to paper and melody to lyrics. Yes it’s a sad situation, but that’s the way my creative/manic soul works. I guess…

What I actually need is some discipline – no not a spanking… What I need is a goal and a community to help me to reach the goal. Enter FAWM.org!

FAWM is an acronym for February Album Writing Month where we’re attempting to write 14 songs in the 28 days of February. So there’s the goal: 14 songs and there is the community: FAWM.org. What more can I ask? Well I still have to write the songs.

My main question was do they have to be “finished” songs? By that I mean a song that I would be happy to play at a gig. I tend to take a long time re-writing the lyrics and then practicing the song with the guitar and recording it each time to critique. But when you’re writing 14 songs in 28 days, there’s not a lot of for retrospection. So i feel that if I get 14 songs that are at least at a beginning stage, I can then go back and refine them at a later date.

So here is my first offering. FAWM-ers will often post songwriting challenges and this week’s challenge was to write a song that had to do with ‘numbers’. This song is titled “I Can Count On You” count – numbers – get it? hmmm

Let me know what you think!

DG

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I Can Count On You

One day I’ll take you for a ride
Two of us sittin’ side by side
Three dollars for ice cream at the mall
Fortune shines down on me
Five kisses are all I need – then the
Six O’Clock news ain’t so scary at all

‘Cause I’m rollin’ sevens
And there’s eight ways to heaven don’t cha know
Nine Steps up to your place
I knock ten times and then I see your smiling face

It all adds up
Again and again
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
Nine and Ten

If I run out of fingers
And I run out of toes
You’ll let me borrow some of yours
Because I know
That you love me
You love me
You love-love -love -love -love me
And baby yes it’s true
I can count on you

© February, 2011