...usually, when I write a song for a girl, she never gets to hear it. It's a semi-conscious/self-conscious decision.
Perhaps a fear that it sounds too sappy or is never satisfyingly finished or too open...or too sad. There's a collection of tracks that have just slid under the radar, ones that remain in the vacuum of my mind...past their due date, never to be returned. Overdue then is my confidence to actually present a -ahem- love song...as a birthday present of course.
One of the things that made Mr. Bob Dylan so innovative was that he wrote more political or philosophical songs, rather than love songs. Pretty much every popular song before 1962 contains a guy/girl theme. Be it on love or love lost or love pined...whatever. Virtually every Beatles song until 1965's 'Nowhere Man' contains a dynamic involving a girl. 'I'm a Loser' from 1964 is one of the exceptions.
Relationship songs are obviously a form that is naturally inspiring. So I completed and recorded my latest twitterpated composition. I was trying to write a song that most anyone would like have written for them, and possibly turn their face red.
Some of the lyrics:
Something drained inside
Electrifies alive
The moments that you're near
This silly grin appears...
here.
Flickers of you time
Illuminate my mind
The pulse within your chest
Beats rhythms that I like
...the best
(alt. last line:
The pulse between your breasts
Beats rhythms that I like
...the best)
I arrived just in time for dinner with Rebecca, her parents and a couple friends. Not wanting to show it to all of them, I just about copped out. Just before I was to get a ride to the skytrain for a tardy engagement, I squirreled her away for 3 minutes to show her (why isn't there hearing equivalent to 'show') her song.
She loved every sappy line
And my tune rang thru and true this time.
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