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Round 21, Week 5

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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1.
My fingertips 
run cross your lips
 don’t speak, just think on how you 
burned my sinking ships Laid down my hand 
raised your wedding band This old world’s just a manacled place 
I let you take command Two graves, the damage all told 
promised my mama nothing ever gets sold Son of a bitch, with a bloodhound on your heels
 your foot will slip Gonna learn just how I feel This land, I fear 
my blood’s frontier You probably think this tale is all about you, 
don’t you, dear? You’ve played your game You stole my daddy’s claim Sink down in your easy chair My blood’s a liquid flame Two graves, the damage all told 
promised my mama nothing ever gets sold Son of a bitch, with a bloodhound on your heels
 your foot will slip Gonna learn just how I feel
2.
The taste of montepulciano sweeter on your lips Wasted thirty days in search of fingertips Cappoata lipstick, dripping down your back Here to Milan in a sheer heart attack And I found my way out out out What a price to pay In a black smoke thick cloud Hanging over our Italian holiday Siciliano waterfalls, bursting at the seams Strolling through the market, you all in my dreams Barronetta ice cream, dripping down your sleeve Bullet train to heaven, hope you never leave
3.
Time the wing waiter Eyes us in the sky And red, the quaalude wine Trickles down your spine Voices without a face In tones as level dry They march away the blind belief Logic brought them somewhere grief She looked over his shoulder For ritual pieties Oh, what a fool believes It’s not a place, it’s not a time It’s the honor of the thieves Frisch weht der Wind Der Heimat zu Mein Irisch Kind Wo weilest du The mass and majesty Carries the same old weight The worst could wish, they lost their pride Passed as men, their bodies died Ragged urchins, aimless and alone And lilacs out of winter lands A ray of light in frigid hands She looked over his shoulder For ritual pieties Oh, what a fool believes It’s not a place, it’s not a time It’s the honor of the thieves
4.
I passed through the capital On the way to nyc Traffic through the swampland was enough to make anyone crazy But I’d rather be here than anywhere near you and your beauty You can see him on the corner of tchoupitoulas and Napoleon Street Holding a sign saying “I need money to eat” Anyone that grew up in the Parrish knows him and his story In the French quarter is where I heard he met you down by Jackson square You were wearing a dress and you hinted that you didn’t have any underwear Even though it wasnt too long ago He looked much younger With his long blonde hair As I’m headed to Brooklyn I’m passing through Baltimore Trying to wrap my head around the urge to call you a lady of the night You ruined a life and now that life don’t even work anymore I don’t want to speak to you But I wanna ask what you did it for Was it love at first and then when he was broken he didn’t look good enough anymore? I’m writing you a letter I’ll never send asking why you kicked him out the door Yeh he spends most of his time on a bench by Tipitinas uptown He listens to the music and he thinks back to when his chance came around And they say you made him choose between the art and you and he weighed the odds and layed his piano down I heard you said you missed him too much Whenever he left to go out of town He called you on the phone and you hinted you had some callers around You said it every time and eventually You wore him down I’m still stuck in traffic But I’m headed to my hotel by 8 Gonna see the city lights and I’m gonna forget for a while about that day He was my friend and you used him And there’s not much else to say He hair is grown out again Along with a big long beard But it doesn’t look the same As it did the last day he got it sheared He came back to town went straight a barbershop and cut it off and put on a collared shirt for you and got a job that wore him down to the ghost you see down at the shelter wear the law students volunteer And now I hear your living in a 3 bedroom 1.5 bath The spoils you reaped when the bomb exploded and the dust settled in the aftermath Was it worth it or are you still waiting for the upgrade to jacuzzi from your porcelain bath?
5.
(verses are to the the chord progression of "Pachelbel's Canon in D") Well it couldn’t have been so bad wasn’t I the best you ever had (“Hey Jealousy”- Gin Blossoms) Now I’m sittin’ here dreamin about who we used to be Back before the world fell under our feet (“Hello” - Adele) When all is said and done and dead Will he love you the way that I do (“Think Twice”- Eve 6) Well baby even if he does… He’s a fake, he’s a fraud, he’s a feeble imitation Of a genuine original creation So I look, and I laugh with this twisted fascination At his patchwork Frankenstein impersonation He’s an abomination Well tell me is he good to you Can he do the things I do (“I’m on Fire” – Bruce Springsteen) And if you’re thinkin’ bout leaving I can guarantee you’ll never find anybody better than me (“Follow Me”- Uncle Kracker) When all is said and done and dead Will he love you the way that I do (“Think Twice”- Eve 6) Well baby even if he does… He’s a fake, he’s a fraud, he’s a feeble imitation Of a genuine original creation So I look, and I laugh with this twisted fascination At his patchwork Frankenstein impersonation He’s an abomination Isn’t it silly with everything at stake Look it, you’re Milli and Vanilli Yeah- well I guess you’re both fake, Frauds, a feeble imitation Of a genuine original relationship So I look, and I laugh with this twisted fascination At your patchwork Frankenstein impersonation you’re an abomination

about

This week’s assignment from Mitchell:

"I often find limitations creatively liberating. While we'll explore that concept deeper in a future assignment (Assignment? Challenge? What exactly are these again?), I mention it now as an explanation of how I arrived at your challenge for this week. As you know, a typical MM3AM week includes some sort of guideline for all participants to follow, but I often find that it's not quite limiting enough for my taste, so I'll challenge myself to meet some self imposed rules. One of my favourites is:

"All the gold and silver being stolen away"

You've surely noticed that each of my weekly assignments have begun with a song quote that somehow relates to the challenge topic and you've probably also noticed that I haven't credited authorship to any of those quotes. I'm gonna have to break that tradition this week. The above is a lyric from the Bob Dylan song "High Water (For Charley Patton)" from his 2001 album, Love and Theft.

Though it may not appear to be, even after multiple listens, Love and Theft is something of a concept album. The concept being that Dylan thieved the bulk of the album's material from works that he loved. There's old folk & blues songs, jokes, nursery rhymes, show tunes, poetry, various books, films, and so on referenced, rearranged, or outright cut and pasted verbatim into every nook and cranny of that album. And it's a truly great album. I encourage you to not only go give it a spin, but to also do a bit of research into just how much of that album is constructed using pre-existing works. Let me tell ya, it's a staggering amount.

Now, this is not without controversy. Plenty of folks have called it lazy writing and others have even gone as far as to name Dylan a plagiarist unworthy of praise. I don't see it that way at all. In fact, I think what he's done here may be some of the most brilliant songwriting of his career. Creating art from existing art as as old as art itself and it is a perfectly valid and meaningful form of expression. IF (and that's a big IF) it is done well. There is big difference between slightly changing a Queen bass line for a rap tune and doing what Dylan did on Love and Theft.

Taking bits from so many different and far flung sources and blending them together to create something that is not only new, but an exciting, vibrant work that stands on its own merits is a lot more challenging than you might think. And I'd know, because I've tried to do it a number of times myself.

Getting back to my introduction about setting my own limitations on top of a MM3AM week assignment, my most recent venture into this style of songwriting was a fairly mediocre song called, "Dirty Money." If you're so inclined, you can find here:
mitchellsnow.bandcamp.com/track/dirty-money

The challenge that week came from Artie and the assignment was that the lyric had to include the phrase, "Dirty Money." I felt like I needed more restrictions, so I decided that I would borrow (steal) as much of my song that week as I possibly could. In that song, I took bits from the Bible, Stephen Foster, Robert Johnson, the Who, Bing Crosby, the Doors and so many other things that I can't even remember now. Needless to say, although the song is not all that good, I did succeed in creating a "new" song almost entirely out of old ones. I must have done a decent job of that, as no one ever seemed to notice just how much of that song (seriously, it's nearly 100%) was not actually my work. OK, either they didn't notice, they didn't really listen to it to begin with, or they did notice but they didn't give a shit - all 3 of those options are just as likely as the other.

As I said in the introduction, this is one of my favourite techniques and I do it all the time. I confess that I've been borrowing (stealing) for years and years and I've never been called on it.

So that's what you're gonna do this week. Just borrow (steal) as much stuff as you possibly can (music & lyrics) and try and mash all of it together in such a way as to create (fool us all into believing that it's) an original work. Try and borrow (steal) from as many different sources and genres as you can. Use books, films, songs, soap-operas, jokes, so on and so on and borrow (steal) as much material as you can. Give Love and Theft a listen and dig how Dylan did it.

If you'd like, you can point all out the things you've borrowed (stole). I'd be curious to see it, but you don't have to if you don't want to.

OH YEAH:
That quote? Yeah, it is from the Dylan song, "High Water," but it's also a rearranged verse from "London Bridge is Falling Down."
Dig:
Silver and gold will be stolen away
Stolen away, stolen away
Silver and gold will be stolen away
My fair lady

M. Snow”

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released December 31, 2018

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