Here's a little ditty for the road. Actually, this could very well be a song, except I don't have any music for it. But let's just say it's a song for now, anyway.
My mouth is always bleeding,
From the words you make me say;
I can't believe you still believe,
That I still want to stay.
You've got your hand real firmly
Shoved up through my back;
With all those knife holes that you left,
You're such a puppet hack.
But I'm tired
So tired
And I'm still here
So tired
My hands are always bleeding,
From the things you make me do;
I can't belive you still believe,
That I'm in love with you.
There's nothing left for me here,
In your living room;
I hate your couch, I hate your lights,
I couldn't leave too soon.
And I'm tired
So tired
But I'm still here
Just tired
My heart is always bleeding,
From the things you make me feel;
I can't believe, I can't believe
That all of this is real.
I don't like you very much,
I think your friends are dumb;
I wanna leave, I wanna leave,
I could really use a Coke and rum.
But I'm tired
So tired
And I'm still here
Actually, I think I do have some music for this. I think it would be hilarious if I set this to a G-C chord pattern, and then E minor-A-D for the "so tired" parts. The clash of these over-the-top bitter/angry/angsty lyrics with the relative calm, kind of nostalgic sound of the G-C pattern (used famously by Van Morrison in the nostalgia song, "Brown Eyed Girl") would inspire a very meaningful, profound sense that you can not get by just reading the lyrics sheet. So if you were just thinking to yourself right now, Wow, that song sucks, Dave, it's because it's missing the whole other dimension of the music. With the music, it becomes genius. You know - because I'm a genius and everything.
And on that note, I'm leaving. For China. FOREVER.
By the way, is "forever" still defined as August 14, 2004, or did they change that already?
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4 comments:
being a classical musician since i was 4... MUSIC IS THE GENIUS, NOT THE WORDS!!! THAT'S NOT RRREEEAAAALLL MUSIC!!!!
anyhow, pardon my inappropriate use of caps lock. enjoy china, you'll probably run into every other freaking chinese friend i have since they're all in the motherland these days... also, i can't read your captions in the valise, and the S/N ratio is to low to really hear people talking clearly. not a criticism, just thought you should know. if you didn't. already.
-chuck
I miss David... :(
I must disagree . . . words can be just as genius as the music itself. Lyrics can be poetry, the words themselves can be music. It's really hard to find both genius music and genius words in the same spot though. Awesome music leaves you stunned, but awesome lyrics leave you thinking.
Also, being a classical musician since I was 5 (my choice, not parents), I'd have to say you don't know true musical genius until you've been immersed in true jazz. Miles Davis' version of concierto de aranjuez is awesome.
Chuck sorry dude, that sorta sounded like an attack . . . it's simply my thoughts. And you should learn french, La Valise kicks serious ass.
I love your lyrics! First of all, I'm curious, is this experience speaking or did you just make up those "all too real" feelings?
I hope you find the right music for it, so that everyone can justifiably say "you're a genious"!
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