Hi, so, many of your were kind enough to give me really good, blunt and detailed feedback on "Pushing Chords Around a Fretboard". I took it all on board and it evolved into this track. Wasn't sure if it deserves its own thread since it is half the same song, but hey, it has a different title and vibe now, so here it is. Please don't feel obliged to comment as I'm already grateful for your time and the feedback on Take 1, but I thought I should share it as you guys shaped it a lot.
I hope now it has got more of a mojo to it - punchier guitars and drums, letting its hair down a bit more. Pompey Jazz was kind enough to do some BVs. And some of you thought the previous chorus lyrics were too introspective so I've turned it more into a kind of ode to the nation's pastimes... celebrating having a hobby in the face of the inevitable.
Thanks mates.
Pauly
The Things That Keep Us Ticking
I heard that they are taking volunteers for Mars
It’s history in the making but you can’t come back
Your bones will buckle, and for all your trouble, there’ll be
Volunteers for Venus waiting on the launch pad
I could have been a man of letters if I had just stuck with it
Like my elders and my betters, but back at school, the dogma bored me rigid
So I baulk at the prospect of their TED talk
Coz they’re crouching on the blunders of midgets
And so
That is why we spend our time on the things that keep us ticking
That is why spend our time on the things that keep us ticking
I’m 37 million and fifth in line to the throne
Just a dim civilian but hey, you never know
Come zombie apocalypse I could be holed-up in some megaplex
Fashioning a makeshift crown
But still
We would rather spend our time on the things that keep us ticking
We would rather spend our time on the things that keep us ticking
Jogging, blogging, window shopping, photo bombing, body popping
Five a side or happy hour, singing gospel in the shower
Oil painting, figure skating, franticly gesticulating
At the ref or learning yoga, doing doughnuts in your Skoda
Trying for a new world record, pushing chords around a fretboard
Expressing your point of view with caps-lock on (good luck to you)
Keep on keeping on my friend, it doesn’t matter, in the end
A pyrrhic victory’s still winning
For we must do the things that keep us ticking