The Weekly Song

Week 7 - Sun to No One

I'm convinced God invented boys so that women would have something to write songs about.

I would like to thank two people without whom this song would not have been possible: Joshua Hertz (He loaned me the Epiphone I used to record this one. I heart it. I will steal it.) and Somebody Else (He should remain anonymous. But it's fair to say that Weeks 2 & 6 wouldn't have been possible without him either. So, yeah, big thank you to THAT guy.)

Couple of notes on percussion - the 'cowbell' is a coffee can filled with stale cheerios, struck with a souvenir from Disney World. The shaker is same can.

I wasn't that thrilled with this song when I set out to record it, but I have to admit that it's steadily growing on me.  Give it a chance, is I guess what I'm saying.

I also want to point out that I've started to refer to myself in these songs as 'star' or 'stars' and it's becoming a bit of a habbit (used in week 2 as well).  My name, in Italian, means 'little stars' so that's where that comes from.  Just a little trivia for those of you with enough time on your hands to actually give a crap about me and what comes out of my mouth.

 

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lyrics
i saw the sky turn white
pushed it up too high
i fly before i climb
i saw the sky turn white

where do you find the time?
bulletproof every line
in between each sigh
where do you find the time?

i could be waiting
for something that might not ever come
a star that's a sun to no one
you're still debating
holding what you shoulda never won
a star that's a sun to no one

it flashed before my eyes
the days the months gone by
she'll still be at your side
it flashed before my eyes

i could be waiting...

Week 6 - Mess We Made

This song was borne pretty effortlessly out of a simple lyric that caught my attention when it popped into my head earlier in the week. They lyric I'm referring to is 'you and me and the mess we made.'

I'm embroiled in a sort of 'situation' with a young man right now and this phrase seemed to capture some kind of essence of that situation. There was just something about it that struck me.

I built the whole song around it and it was relatively easy and painless.

Also, the guitar solo is perfect. I love guitar solos that start with the melody of the song. It's one of my guilty pleasures.

 

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lyrics
we should drive to a new town
radio up and the top down
boxes and bags packed full of shame
just you and me and the mess we made

you should take every single word
i said to you and you said to her
sprinkle it all on top of the fray
of you and me and the mess we made

the mess we made feels like a home
rooftop painted blue and gold
brown and red leaves on the lawn
(don't forget the)
sinking ground underneath it all

i really hope you don't stay here
i really hope it becomes clear
and every reason never ever fades
you and me and the mess we made

the mess we made...

Week 2 - Stars to Chase You

So, this week I found myself entangled in a bit of a situation with a friend.  A friend with a penis. This song was inspired by that - specifically the line about pretty girls and mistaking stars for snow.  The rest is a loose interpretation of events coupled with the requisite compulsion to compose lines that rhyme. 

I have a feeling I may want to change the title of this blog to "Dudes I've Boned this Year and the Resulting Songs About Them," by the way.

I tried something new this week by writing lyrics first, then working on the melody on my guitar later.  Wouldn't have even entertained this idea had it not been for Dorian Palumbo, with whom I am working on a very kick-ass musical.

This is also the first time I recorded with Stella (the guitar, not the beer or my dog). It's a really old, awesome and rickety little guitar my cousin Jason gave me that can only handle keeping about 3 strings in tune at a time.  I think that limitation shaped the guitar part and it came out rather haunting yet minimalistic.

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Week 1 - On With the Show

So, a couple of weeks ago I met this guy for whom a large crush blossomed quite quickly.  He took me to the U.S. Open (not that U.S. Open, the lame U.S. Open). I took off work to go.  I hate golf.

Anyway, he had found out a couple of weeks prior that he'd be moving to California to start a very promising career in academia at the end of the summer.  This happened approximatley 4 days after we met.

That day, the day of the U.S. Open, was the day before he decided to stop seeing me and it was also the day I wrote this song.

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