Anyway, my main thing is, as you are no doubt aware by now, being a musician, and I also write songs. This time, I wanted to write something that was fun (I do, at times, err on the side of John Lennon doing his primal scream therapy bit), and short and sweet, and well, poppy. I thought "I know: I write a song for the Kitten board," which I did. You can read it any way you want to - I wanted to write something that maybe raises a few smiles, and it allows me to indulge my thing for writing songs for people, which is just about the nicest thing to be able to do - hopefully
Anyway, see what you think: (There is music, and when our band site is up and finished, I'll pop a recording of it there).
Blueprint
Once again, you are crying into your sundae
Here's to yet another date and another no show
And another dessert suddenly, shockingly drowned
And you can hear them now: Twenty and there's still no man around
You're not ready to say - "I'm sorry, guys, but I'm just not built that way"
When you're down and life is making you sad
When it's the rest of the world that's the rabid dog
But it's you they've tried to put down
Here's what you do -
When you've hit the rocks so hard you know you've left teeth marks
Here's a blueprint for you to follow that's sure
Move on close to your best friend
Cradle the back of their head in your hand
Pull them close until your stomach touches theirs
Whisper "there's something I've been meaning to say"
Tilt your head and kiss them on the mouth
And the whole world will fall away
Well, you're broken down and strung out
'Cause the day you chose to come out - there was no-one there
'Cause today is the day that they chose for the end of the world
"Just my luck" you cry, but there's one still left beside you
Who's admiring that dress you bought special
And they're waiting for you to
Move closer to them
And cradle the back of their head with your hand
Pulling them close until your stomach touches theirs
And whisper "there's something I've been waiting to say"
Tilt your head and kiss them on the mouth
As the whole world falls away...
Repeat Chorus and ad lib to end.
Silly sentiment, really, I suppose, but I found my honey like that. I nicked the end of the world thing from Douglas Coupland's Generation X - and my favourite bit, where Dag tells the story of the end of the world happening while you're standing at a supermarket checkout with a friend. Read it - it's the damnedest thing.
Anyway, feel free to comment/say how awful you think it is, etc
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*Sings*
Oh, you can tell, by the rapture on my face,
That synthetic fur makes for a sensual embrace!
[This message has been edited by Wolfie (edited January 11, 2002).]