A half baked lyric about that the moment of self-allowance where we give in to baser selves, when we accept the wave of anger and pick up the sword.
Still trying to create songs based around trio arrangements, limiting myself to a brush kit, standup bass, and Tele/Princeton. I'm allowing myself to use the loop function of my delay pedal for an FX trigger for these songs, just for a little extra flavor. Also, I wanted to do something marimba-isa on this one, so I'm allowing the idea of Corky using his electronic pad for a further extra flavor. Gotta be more careful next time, so I don't let these arrangements start spiraling ...
lyrics
row row row your boat down the stream
but not as gently now that
you’re convinced it’s not a dream
and when your whispers start to
Sound like screams
We come around to the start
Heaven’s up above but below
Is where the real work’s done and
no one gets to feel the blows
And when the current starts it’s icy flow
just hold your breath and sing along
Used to be a pretty good gambler
matches in a full magazine
Now you’re wasting time trying to climb
up a mountain of mean
Is it like a snap or a sting
or something gradual when
You step in the sparring ring
How’s it feel to take that swing
And watch your spirit turn black
Comes a time to stand or fall
but maybe some are quick to
Hammer down the wrecking ball
so if the time has come to give your all
Save a piece of yourself
Used to be a pretty good gambler
matches in a full magazine
Now you’re wasting time trying to climb
up a mountain of mean
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