Hi,
A friend of mine works in a restaurant and was telling me about how he imagines the back story of people sat on their own and about a woman who was sat at table 9 the previous evening. We challenged each other to write a song about an imaginary person at table 9 and this is what I came up with. Just me and a strummed acoustic. I'd appreciate your feedback on whether or not it's any good plus any ideas for instrumentation or any improvements I could make.
It's a song about a mother separated from her son told from the 2 perspectives....
Thanks
https://soundcloud.com/alan-walker-4/table-9She was sitting at table 9
Underneath the neon sign
For the whisky she was drinking
To take the pain away
There was a sadness I could see
When she looked over and said to me
I had a boy just like you once
In a golden yesterday
Sun was shining
Songbirds flying
I was lying
With my child
Then the crying
Felt like dying
As he was taken
From my side
I took out my wallet, showed her a picture
Faded by time but clearly mine
It was a young boy and his mother
And white blossom of early May
I said "This is my story I'd like to tell
About a teenage taste of hell
They said she was too young to keep me
It was best I heard them say
Sun was shining
Songbirds flying
I was standing
Just a child
Then the crying
Felt like dying
As she was taken
From my side
Now you tell me you are broken
20 years kept deep inside
But like the blackthorn through deep winter
A sweet smell is coming by and by
I've been searching for my whole life
A hundred cold towns down the line
For the woman in my photo
Now I found her at table 9
Sun is shining
Songbirds flying
I am standing
Just like a child
No more crying
Now I'm smiling
I have my mother
By my side