Space and Time

Well it’s that time of the week again. Another new song. Although it’s not actually that new. I’ve had it knocking around for a few years, in fact. And maybe you can feel a lack of enthusiasm even in this paragraph already. I think there’s actually a decent song in it, but…. well. What do I know? Maybe you think it’s the greatest song ever written. Have a listen, then I’ll tell you all about it, assuming either of us can be bothered.

Lyrics

I need some time so I can find myself
I’ve spent too much time looking for someone else
I need some space that you can call my own
Leave the crowds behind you – spend some time all alone

I don’t even know why this started
Nobody told me to stop

You need some space and time
So I can find myself
We used to be … used to be… used to be so damn fine
A little space and time
Bought you peace of mine
But now it’s time… it’s time… you had a piece of mine

Now that you’ve had some time I hope you’ve found yourself
You don’t have too much time to waste on no one else
So take my hands, look up and see
There’s a better world out there, it’s waiting for you and me

I don’t even know why this started
So I’m telling you: stop

You needed some space and time
So you could find yourself
I get it… I heard you… but you’ll always be mine
Bought you peace of mine
But now it’s time… it’s time… you had a piece of mine

I don’t even know why this started
So I’m telling you: stop

Thoughts

Despite my lack of warmth for the finished effort, I do think the underpinnings – a swinging, soul-inflected mid paced ballad – is a pretty decent music. The opening couplet too is quite pleasing. I like the unison guitar/piano/guitar parts in the chorus. I’m not entirely dischuffed with the string arrangement…. but…

But.

I think this might be a victim of fatigue. I wrote the piece, unusually, on piano a few years ago. Now housebound due to the plague, I picked it up and noodled my way through it… recorded all the instruments. Sweated cobs trying to get the pianos and strings together… and then…

I think it’s the lyrical content (empty) and the singing. Originally in C, which was way too high for me to pull off, I lowered it down a third to A, but my voice is sort of… thin. It’s weird, because it’s not actually that high. What is it? The melody? The fact that it’s kind of got a soul feel and I do not have much a soul voice? Or maybe it’s just the performance – which probably needs to have a lot more genuine feeling than I was able to coax out of myself.

I might have to rethink the lyric and have another crack. Christ this is a boring blog post isn’t it?

I’m typing this with a headache. In fact, I’m stopping now. I don’t much care – and I see no reason why you should either. Let us meet again during a happier mood.

You Never Can Tell

Well well well – if it isn’t my old friend writing another song with barely any chords in it. This is all about atmosphere rather than melody, frankly, so have a listen to it if you want to, then read the lyrics then listening to meanderings. Or don’t. No skin off my nose either way, tbh.

Now go buy it (cost to you: £0).

Lyrics

Look at you
All in your satin and lace
A certain smile on your face
Put me back in my place
You must have known
When I walked through the door
I’d end up crawling the floor
You’d hear me begging for more

Look at me
Like I’m a cat in a tree
Like I’m boat lost at sea
My god – what’s happened to me?
I thought I knew
Now there’s a flicker of doubt
Like that I’ve been found out
And I found out I found out the hard way

Tie me, bind me
In ribbons and lace
Drag me straight down to hell
It just goes to show
You think you know me
But you never can tell

Now look at me
You’ve got me down on my knees
Whispering ‘please’
I beg for release

Look at you
Like a cat with the cream
I’ll be your familiar
And you’ll be my queen

Eyes sparkle darkly in the heat of the night
Black nylon shimmers against the white of your thighs
Strip me and whip me and hang me to dry
Now that you own me you own me you own me you own me…

Tie me, bind me
In ribbons and lace
Drag me straight into hell
It just goes to show
You think you know me
But you never can tell what I’m capable of
Tie me, bind me
In ribbons and lace
Drag me straight down to hell
It just goes to show
You think you know me
But you never can tell

Thoughts

I’ve been stuck in a rut. Not just in the usual psychological sense, but in the musical sense. I’ve found myself obsessively writing songs with the same kind of mid-paced swing as I’ve Got a Picture, and in the same key (A minor, fact fans!)

Bored and frustrated, I started hitting the muted guitar strings and then doing a fairly classic blues move of a quick, thudding G back to muted strings. I found that I really liked the chunky groove that resulted and assembled a backing track fairly easily. I really liked the sort of ‘insistent’ feel of a bass drum flat on the beat, so the track was built up from that – with a mix of electronic drums, a palm-muted bass, some keyboard and Moog effects and so on till I’d built up a short, pounding rhythm track.

But what to sing!

In this sort of song – which is 80% one chord (E minor, fact fans!) you actually can’t do a great deal beyond what I did hear – which is a fairly rote blues melody. For extra verisimilitude, I used a distorted mic sound to give it a bit of extra grit.

The chorus was a little bit jazzier, so I livened it up with a walking bass line and some additional percussion so that it opens up a bit from the tenseness of the verses.

Now, all this talk of tension and release gives you some clue about where the lyrical content came from. To me, it sort of sounded slightly crabbed, maybe a little sexy, and with a definite feeling of obsession.

From that sprang lyrics which I guess you’d say turn that psychological obsession into a metaphor for physical bondage. I guess it’s about how sexual desire can trap us… and dear sweet creeping jesus am I still writing this? I’m bored now.

Go away.