Hi All - this one started out as a straight 80s post-punk-pop-rocker with a bit of a live-oriented feel. Thanks to all for the input in the lyrics section. But then I decided that each verse really wanted a different arrangement, plus a panicky, agonic break, which took me down a bit of a different path. And I see that I started tracking this one on 20 August... (how ever am I going to get the next one done in time for the Dark competition?!)
Plot is: man goes to London, man sleeps with someone who is not his wife, man feels very bad. (Not autobiographical, in case anyone wondering.)
All specific and constructive comments appreciated as always! In particular re that changing arrangement and that break...
Cheers
Adam
Dirt of London
https://soundcloud.com/lutehill/dirt-of-london-master-15-10-2017aV1:
Clammy hands hold a shaken can
Sticky rings on the carriage shelf
The past reflects in the cold scratched glass
Instructions try to tell you how to save yourself
PRE1:
Tacky footprints on vibrating floors
Get off past the language round the sliding doors
CH:
Lingering too long inside the shower gateway
Like water's going to cure the dirt of London
The strains of shame make stains that don't fade
You forgot yourself for something that can never be
forgotten
V2:
Last night's conference forgot the talk
Texts exchanged in expectation
Neon lights shone on polished shoes
Drawn into the elevator of temptation
PRE2:
Messy situations in a pristine room
Helpless against the perfume in the guilty gloom
CH
BREAK
V3:
Homecoming kisses, gifts, and looks away
Trusting son, too young to know desire
The girls still think you're superman
Too innocent to know what failure feels like
PRE3:
Another Oscar for the wife
Pretending she's not looking for the exit sign
CH
FINAL CH
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