Hey! How you doing? Been a while since we caught up. I’ve had a bit of a songwriting drought and there was a terrible fire in my home studio*. Anyway, I’m back in the room now. In fact, I’ve already written this blog post once but it fucked up so now I’m writing it a second time it probably won’t be as packed with useful information. Hopefully we’ll both live. Anyway: here’s the song, then the lyrics, and then some hastily scrawled thoughts.
Lyrics
I’m in love with you
But you don’t even know my name
It makes me love you more
And I think that when I get you alone
That you will feel the same way
Each and every day
I sit in the centre of my web
You’re playing hard to get
And the harder it is
The harder I’ll be when I getcha
Shall I tell you my secret?
Don’t you want to know the truth?
I’m closer than you ever want to think about
And I’ll get closer every day until I get my way
And one day I’ll make you mine
You can run – not hide
I know every step you take
I feel your every move
And when I close my eyes
It’s like I can already feel you
Can I tell you a secret?
Don’t you want to know the truth?
I’m closer than you ever want to think about
And I’ll get closer every day until I get my way
One day I’ll make you mine
Thoughts
Musically there’s not a whole load to talk about here is there? It’s a slightly twisted take on standard blues progression in Gmin (the only slight surprise being the slide from C# to D at the end of the chorus).
I suspect I’ve jaded my palette with my recent songs having so many chord changes and twists, and so it was a relief to do something so palpably simple. The whole thing – from conception to completion took a couple of hours then a couple more to faff with keyboard parts and other illustrative touches.
The lyric (as always) took a little longer to come, but the crabbed, slightly seedy air of the music made me think of the mindset of stalkers. From what I hear from the broads I know, there’s a constant danger from men in their lives – any one of whom could be a Bad Danger.
Interestingly, I found it fairly easy to imagine being one of those men, and so the lyric is told from the perspective of such man. I flatter myself that I am not One Of Those Men, but I found it fairly easy to imagine the sort of sick, seedy power fantasy they probably have. Maybe I should see a doctor.
Anyway, I wrote all this once before only better, and I’m pretty ticked off about the whole thing. And nobody reads these things anyway! Regardless whether or not I should see a doctor, I should most definitely get a proper hobby.
Anyway: fuck off.
*My iPad screen got smashed