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Saturday, 23 June 2012

Debris, or What's left behind

New song, Debris, up on you tube here: 

It fuses two of my usual themes, death and space hardware.
I'm pitching it well within my personal niche...


I think this is another song that really needs to be done on an electric guitar with a full arrangement behind it, I'm not convinced it works on its own. Whaddyareckon?


This afternoon I have learnt some things.
1) Making the time to write new songs is good, I should do more of it
2) When squeezing seventeen syllables into a line it's best to actually learn the line before trying to sing it.
3) I need a haircut
4) Chocolate tart is good. *


Here are the unmangled lyrics:

And I can see the headlights on the road as we pass by overhead
Some distant automaton calls numbers into the atmosphere
And they are lost, they are all just lost
And who's going to find us now? Who's going to help us now?

so we keep sending out a few hundred letters to the dead
all the while wondering if some of the signal's messing with our head
So when you find that we're falling this far
Who's going to help us now? Who's going to want to help us now?

I don’t want to rot, I don’t want to burn
Spare me from the sea
Send me up with the silent satellites, One more piece of space debris

So we settle into circles behind the wheels of dying cars.
There’s always time for one more drink before it gets dark
And we are lost. We are all so lost.
And who's going to find us now? Who's going to help us now?
And who's going to find us now? Who's going to help us now?
Hold on steady, stay strong, see the light, here’s the dawn,
Hold on steady, stay strong, see the light, here’s the dawn,
Hold on steady, stay strong, see the light, here’s the dawn,
Hold on steady, stay strong, see the light, here’s the dawn,

I don’t want to rot, I don’t want to burn
Spare me from the sea
Send me up with the silent satellites, One more piece of space debris

Last night I dreamt of blood.
I dreamt of a man with a gun and a time when that wasn't enough.
And he was lost, he was still so lost
And who's going to help him now? How’re you going to help him now?

I don’t want to rot, I don’t want to burn
Spare me from the sea
Send me up with the silent satellites, One more piece of space debris

Hold on steady, stay strong, see the light, here’s the dawn,
Hold on steady, stay strong, see the light, here’s the dawn,
Hold on steady, stay strong, see the light, here’s the dawn,
Hold on steady, stay strong, see the light, here’s the dawn,




* To be fair, I knew this before and it's really not related to the rest of the blog.

2 comments:

JohnStevo said...

Too many syllables, not enough rock. That is all.

Drew Stephenson said...

Yeah, it needs the full treatment. I can hear some massive power chords and a bit of screaming guitar