https://soundcloud.com/melinidion/eugene-rough-draftI'm in the process of writing this song and I feel like something is missing, maybe a bridge or something, I can't quite place it. It is wordyyyyyy so be warned lol. Whatever is missing is gonna have to be short and sweet, because the song's already a bit big.
This song is about an imaginary person called Eugene. The narrator and Eugene used to be good friends back in highschool, they had some shared hardships, and slowly drifted apart because they graduated and life happened. I'm trying to get this vibe of nostalgia and reminiscing about your hometown and your old dreams, while also reflecting on your relationship with a person who was once very important to you. It's like a profile of Eugene and what he's like, what his goals were, where he feels he is at currently in his life. I also decided to take inspiration from the actual city of Eugene in Oregon, which is super weird because I've never been anywhere near the US lol, so there are some allusions to this city throughout the song. I'm mostly set on the melody, but I have some doubts about the chords. This won't be recorded any time soon, so I just want to perfect it for myself. Please ignore the bad quality of the audio sample, I only recorded it to post it here (and that horribe page turn halfway through the song, oops). Let me know what yall think!
You haven't been yourself since we were 17, Eugene
And you turned 24 in the fall but nothing's changed at all
You stumble when you walk and they don't let you talk, Eugene
So you just listen close and hope somebody notices
It's almost that season, the allergies are killing you
And still you insisted we jump into the river semi-nude
Say, Eugene, when you begged to leave the city did it shock you
that your sadness followed and the winter caught up?
Oh, Eugene, you haven't been yourself since we were 17
and neither have I
I just hope you tell your sisters I said hiRecall your part-time job at the coffee shop, Eugene
Everytime I'd stop by you'd treat me to some jasmine tea
You said it won't be long until the city hears your song, Eugene
Till then you'd store your dreams in those fancy milkshake glasses
You colleague would glare when you'd proudly declare
you'd be out of that place by next spring
She told me one time, "that boy doesn't know how good he has it"
And you pretend to know, you're a strong contender
Cut up all your fears and throw them in the blender
Bottoms up, Eugene
I'll catch you at the market again
We'll shoot some awkward glances at each other and miss the target
Say, Eugene, how naive to think it was beyond us
that our sadness would haunt us and the snow would turn to sand
Oh, Eugene, if there just one thing I should have told you
I dreaded that I would hold you
And you'd burst like a bomb in my hands