TS@aW #47: Fool

Things this song is:

  1. Angry, about what?  Everything, by the sounds of it.
  2. Synthy.  Look Ma, no guitars!
  3. Short.
  4. Wordy.

Things this song isn’t:

  1. Christmassy.  Woo!
  2. The end of TS@aW.  Coming fairly close to it now though, 47 of 52!  Everybody go ooooooohh!

Also, interesting to note that this is the first time in trawling through the catalogue of “ideas for TS@aW that slipped and fell on their arse”, that I’ve actually sculpted one into a tune.  Result!  I have a folder of them, and every now and then I’ll go through them and see is there anything there that I missed.  Always, up until now, I’ve had to go, “nope”.  But I knew that eventually one’d come up trumps.

Fool
It feels sometimes that you’re gone over the edge,
You fell off a cliff, you wouldn’t play that game.
I don’t know about the things you say,
When up is down and black is white and straight is gay.
I don’t know if it’s the child that’s talking,
You never grew up, you never learned that way.
I don’t know if it’s the way you think,
Or the way you were taught that you could move that way.

Yeah I know that I am in your thoughts,
And I am in your soul,
And I will give it back to you,
When you have paid your debt, fool.

I had a dream about scratching the itch,
I had a dream about holding the line.
I saw myself in big fast car going straight and swift,
Over the finishing line.
Well who am I to declare that I’m good or I’m bad,
Or I’m lost or found – or anything like,
That smooth, slick on the lip flip,
And the blood that rises at closing time.

Yeah I know that I am in your thoughts,
And I am in your soul,
And I will give it back to you,
When you have paid your debt, fool.

I dropped off the map then reappeared,
To return myself to life.
I hold all the aces in my heart
And I can turn them each in time.
I lose nothing else by kicking off,
I help myself to wind.
And I know that I’m in your thoughts,
Like a worm that lurks and returns to eat your insides.

Seperation parks my words
And robs them of their guts and balls,
If you could hear them from my lips
I think you’d know you could not come and call.
I have not lost myself but yet I am still lost.
And I cannot feel my legs or talk,
Or sink, or swim, or lose control.

Yeah I know that I am in your thoughts,
And I am in your soul,
And I will give it back to you,
When you have paid your debt, fool.

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TS@aW #46: Sit With Me

Christmas has started really early this year around these parts.  (I guess by ‘Christmas’ I mean the decorations in the shops and ads on the telly and whatnot, which is kind of horrible when you think about it, if that’s what ‘Christmas’ has become in my head, but anyway, I digress).

I’m not a fan of Christmas coming straight after Halloween, personally, but it’s obviously wormed its way into my conciousness somehow.  I’ve done the whole ChrisReaDrivingHomeForChristmas thing once or twice so this has come out as a Christmas driving song. Even more unusual for me, it’s a character song, meaning I was thinking when I was writing it, ‘What’s this guy going to do next’.  Normally I’m thinking from my own perspective.

I almost did a Christmas song last year but I flaked on it, so I’m moderately happy that I’ve had this germ of an idea now.

I should warn you though, that this does not end well…

Sit With Me
Going homeward I look through the window,
It’s cold and the snow coats the mountains,
Passing by me these long miles down the road,
Looking forward to meeting and greeting.

It’s you I return to,
It’s you I would love to,
It’s you and I see you,
It’s you and I need you,
The talk of the town
And the world, you’re so pretty,
I love you so much,
Come here and sit with me.

I see you, I wanted to be there,
Fire lit and tree smothered in tinsel,
Christmas and the warmth of the season,
Good will to all men and all women.

It’s you I return to,
It’s you I would love to,
But I got interrupted,
Did not see it coming,
More than half way home,
Got caught in a car crash,
As they cut me out,
I bled out on the roadside.
So I won’t be back,
Goodbye my darling,
I will miss you so,
I am so sorry.

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TS@aW #45: Chips

I had a lot of fun doing this one. I was with the baould Jamie Lawson and Ian “The Man Whom” Doyle (awesome both – check them out) finishing a tour in Sligo a few weeks ago and we definitely got the goo for an end-of-tour blow out.  There’s a few liberties with the truth taken in the lyric but that’s all part of the fun.  ;-)

Chips
It’s the last song of the last encore,
The last gig, last night of the tour,
Someone’s just arrived to the stage with a pint for me and,
I can see where this is going,
It could be a long night, hopefully,
But that’s alright by me, that’s right, it’s alright,
Let’s go and let our hair down all over this town tonight.

We’ve been out for a month stop-start and all over,
But now we can relax, unwind and unsober ourselves,
Take over the jukebox, so the tunes are sublime,
Ian’s on the beer and Jamies on the wine.
Or maybe not!  Cos I was really, really reaching for a rhyme there,
So come on! Kick back and have a good time.

Next stop is another bar,
It’s the last night of the tour,
And I’ve been trying very hard,
To remember my name and count my fingers and toes,
Not to slur my words or
Talk too much proverbial.

Where are you going with that traffic cone?
Ahh, I’m only holding it for fun, to take a picture on my phone,
Garda, honest!  Bit of high spirits, sorry about that,
Just give me a second and I’ll bring it right back,
If I can remember exactly where I got it from, that is,
And pigs might fly… Can I buy you a pint?

Next stop is another bar,
It’s the last night of the tour,
And I’ve been trying very hard,
To remember my name and count my fingers and toes,
Not to slur my words or
Talk too much proverbial.

The last thing I remember we were eating some chips,
They weren’t terribly good but they scratched the itch.
Everybody talking the proverbial shite,
At least I’m not on my own for once in my life,
And now I think it’s time I went and found my bed,
With a pint of water for the pain in my head.

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TS@aW #44: Into the Darkness

People say bigger is better, but I don’t think that’s always true.  I did decide to give it a lash this week though, after a few weeks of quieter tunes.

This is a song about retaining your hope when everything around you seems to be trying to tear you apart.

Into the Darkness
Who are you?
Sending a message out into the darkness.
Who are you?
Sending a message out into the darkness.

All alonely, and the clocks are stopped.
Staring at walls and hoping the world won’t knock.
Your door closed for an eternity,
Your eyes drinking and your heart twitching.

And we’re never strong,
We’re never strong enough.
And we’re never wise,
We’re never wise enough.
And we’re never smart,
We’re never smart enough.
Nobody’s there,
There there, love.

Who are you?
Sending a message out into the darkness.
Who are you?
Sending a message out into the darkness.

Temptation invades your streets again,
Eyes wide open, to the crawling under your skin.
And hate twisting the way you hold yourself,
And night listening to the crying of your tears again.

And we’re never strong,
We’re never strong enough.
And we’re never wise,
We’re never wise enough.
And we’re never smart,
We’re never smart enough.
Nobody’s there,
There there, love.

Who are you?
Sending a message out into the darkness.
Who are you?
Sending a message out into the darkness.

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TS@aW #43: Under Dark Streetlights

I’m just off a tour with ledgebag Jamie Lawson, which has entailed a lot of driving, laughing, head-shaking, guitarpianoglockenspeilharmoniummelodica playing and looping and singing.  And scrabble.  Overall, it’s been a blast, and it’s got me back to playing piano as an actual instrument again.

I’ve always really enjoyed playing piano, but been very limited in terms of what I can play.  That really suits a song sometimes though, this tune being a case in point.

Under Dark Streetlights
Sitting, waiting for the world to change,
I’m going underneath the blaming game.
Watching people under dark streetlights,
Anticipation in that orange night.

Tired of talk, time to listen for a change,
No destination in mind, I’m ok.
I’m alright, a little uptight maybe,
But that’s nothing strange, just the way I operate.

And you, you, permanently you,
In the corner of the room,
Snakes and ladders with our hearts,
The root, the root, the source of all our youth.
Cos we’re as young as we feel,
Not how much that we’ve been used.
I cry cos I’m lost,
And I’m lost cos I lied,
And I lied cos of fear,
And the fear has me running,
Away form the light,
That is burning inside,
My mind and my heart,
Till infinity stops,
My emotion is clear,
It rings like a bell,
It sounds like a new sun rising.

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