Bam! I finished the lyrics for Clarification (Prospects) and I’ve got the chords and notes for the verse and chorus. Bam!
What’s left? Figure out the notes for the middle (down tempo for sure) and the transitions between verse-chorus-verse-chorus-middle-verse-chorus-verse.
This song is nearly done. And funny funny funny, it’s the first song I’ve written exclusively on a uke. Thank you and congrats, Josie. Ya done good.
Next blog is the full-on full-tilt complete tune. Stay tuned!
(Verse 1)
How avoidable is it really
No surprise it still gets me down
Just counting all the footsteps as I trudge this town
(Verse 2)
How hollow is the meaning
No, you probably won’t see me ’round
Got windows staring through me as I cross this town
(Chorus 1)
Nearly sick to death with every breath
Marching to reverse drumming
Hiding loud beneath every crowd
To my second, third, forthcoming
(Verse 3)
Emptied room filled with light bulb
So imprisoned so free from harm
For me a kindly fire without any warmth
(Chorus 1)
Nearly sick to death with every breath
Marching to reverse drumming
Hiding loud beneath every crowd
To my second, third, forthcoming
(Chorus 2)
Evening falls to petty brawls
With every yawn it draws nearer
Morning breaks is all it takes
For the trial in my mirror
(Middle)
Cherished advice always follows
Their voices fingered straight and true
Asked to sacrifice my mind and years
Okay, so I just throw it all away?
(Chorus 3)
With every breath I defy death
Marching to my own drumming
Standing proud to my every crowd
For my second, third, forthcoming
(Verse 4)
How avoidable is it really
Who cares it never really gets me down
There’s a form on every corner as I walk this town
(Verse 5)
And how avoidable is it really
Who cares it never really keeps me down
I’m stoked with every footstep as I own this town
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