I promise I will write a more commercial beach song during June. For now, however, you'll have to put up with another "unique" song.
Business travel by air is a great way to lose a lot of your life, and hair, and it doesn't get much worse than getting the middle seat between two (large, sweaty, possibly drunk) tourists having a great time while you're working on an excel spreadsheet. For our protagonist, some inadvertently philosophical comments from staff drive him over the edge of realising how futile this existence is.
I initially wanted to write a song where the end gives it a new meaning, like Kathleen Edwards' "Pink Emerson Radio" - if you don't know it I won't ruin it (
). In mine our hero's plane would actually crash at the end. That's pretty rare and implausible though. And I don't have her genius. On the other hand, try getting on a plane without thinking about your own mortality at least once, so I went with that. Oh yeah, and there are angels and John Lennon and stuff...
Some experimentation going on here, so all constructive and specific comments welcome as ever!
https://soundcloud.com/lutehill/suit-among-the-shorts-master-21-05-2017cSuit Among the Shorts
V1
Always the last one on the plane
They gave me the middle seat again
I never made time to take that holiday
V2
Amidst the tablets only one Dell
Those numbers won't calculate themselves
Given up thinking if I still could rebel
CHORUS
Security said "You can't take it with you"
As if they checked my thoughts
Stewardess says "Wake up and move"
The only suit among the shorts
V3
Saving up for some future me
I envy the hugging families
Doing my duty between the duty-free
CHORUS
BRIDGE
(Laptops and golfclubs) Our things all break the same
(Deadlines and dates) Our prayers ripped away the same
(Young and old faces) All on the news the same
CHORUS
AD LIB TO END (MOSTLY QUITE SHOUTY)
(c) Adam Farr, 2017