I had been playing some of my old songs and wondering why I had stopped writing songs. The answer is guessed was because I had started writing poetry. Not a very satisfying answer because I have not written any poetry for a while. I think it had something to do with being able to express myself as a writer much better with simple lyrics than with the poetry. I decided to put this to the test and sat down to write a song using the methods I would use to write poetry. If that makes sense?
With songs, I used to play a few chord riffs until a melody came into my head. I would use simple lyrics as a "place marker" for the finished article, however much of that simple lyric often remained.
I thought what if I wrote the lyric first, and in fact I managed to put something together and when I felt ready (the lyric was not complete) I picked up the uke and started to play and sing. At some point I felt that both aspects gelled and was quite happy with the whole and managed to record a first take using my PC's built in camera.
This showed a few inconsistencies but meant I would not have to try to remember the melody / timing and then find if I did not get back to it for a few days I would need to repeat the second part of the process, i.e. the melody.
Here is a copy of the lyric with a few chord names (tentative at this stage) added for my convenience. The chords are written as capitals in square brackets, e.g. [C], [G7], etc.
BIttersweet Memories
INTRO
[C][F][C][G*][G7*]
Verse1
-tacit-
My em[C]otions are all in a mess
Should be pulling myself [F]together, I guess
Let me tell you, I want to explain
You're the [G7]reason I'm in so much [C]pain
V2
I can't see a future that's clear
The options I have bring me nothing but fear
A fear that you're leaving me soon
the sky will fall with visions of doom [C*][CM7*][C7*]
BRIDGE
[F]Memories, bIttersweet [C]memories
You [F]fill my heart with images of [C]joy [C*][CM7*][C7*]
But you [F]cut the chains,
and you [C]loose the reins
And [F]cast me down just like some broken [C]toy
V3
I just never know what to expect
Whatever I do for you, is never correct
As close as you and I have been
Anytime at all you can erect that screen
Not quite poetry but maybe poetic? I will be posting a video on line when I have got a "clean and finished copy for anyone interested. I will edit the post when it is ready.
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