Hey,
Thanks for all the feedback on 'Marching Band' - this one is very much it's sister-song (think I've mentioned before they always seem to come in twos)
There's no hook, or drums, just guitar and voc. This one was written very much therapeutically, during a difficult time - so while may be relatable on that level; certain things may be too specific.
That said I really enjoy the rhythm of this, and it's by far my best improv solo on the break - so hoping it can work as an enjoyable listen for others.
Guess the feedback I'm looking for is can I 'get away' with just ranting, rather than the full song structure. Does it still work on some levels - or something to keep for myself?
Something Beautiful
I need something beautiful I need beautify in my life
All I have is rough and mean and jaded by the light
I'm serrated by reality, my skin falls from the bone
My scenery is stale and I'm permanent alone
This is what makes me, the creature that I am
A quater century has passed and I no longer learn
I'm settled into habits, with ideals that are sham
Nothing's changing fast I'm out of corners to turn
If I ever feel better - I may give you a call
We can go for drinks and joke about it all
But my wounds dont seem to heal they just spread to the touch
And I'm to weak to reach afar and call out for a crutch
Can yay nay help? In this nay-say mind-set
Betrayed my own self after struggling to find it
Out of patience, but no-one minded,
Feel the same stressed out as when completely unwinded
As the margins narrow, the page grows thin
The letters are large and each word grim
Licked thumbs stay dry and the book don't turn
If I could only find a match I could leave it to burn
These words used to be therapy now they're forced in despertion
The reverse is true it's enemy but I'll continue chasin
It's too late for a re-write - this is my only vice,
Even if now I see right - I'll pretend to be unwise
Nothing to lose but the time invested
There's nothing there but I'm firmly nested
'Cos where'd I get if this is all I've been
With no knowledge gained or messages seen
'Cos my ears glued closed and my eyes nailed shut
And my mouth only open to make room for a foot
Sit down quite and stay out of the way
Repetition drills habit and I'm deadly afraid
Many Thanks,
Scott.