fwblack and mwalter ...
thanks .. i completely agree with your comments ... perhaps slowing it
down and putting a little angst into the vox would help .. i'll try
that .. otherwise i think i'll scrap this one and come at it another way.
.. this is borderline coffee house .. so my apologies ...
ed: .. i'll tell you the story and then maybe you can help me convey
it a little better.. what i was trying to capture was what i observed
from someone suffering from bipolar disorder and it got pretty
debilitating and incredibly difficult for everybody around ... anyway,
they got so depressed anything more than getting out of bed was
tough .. plus they got really sensitive to light and sound .. noises
and sunshine were just too much to deal with. they pretty much gave
up on interacting with people .. and the SO had no idea what to do,
tried to help .. but the guy wouldn't let her and pretty much pushed
her away. .. then .. just about the time when they were going
to separate .. his mood swung to the manic side ... and then he
was just wild with enthusiasm .. and then couldn't get enough of
people, bright colors, sunshine .. bought some pretty whacked out
clothes .. etc. ... as an aside, i couldn't understand what was going
on until i read "An Unquiet Mind" .. which is a brilliant book by
someone suffering from this affliction.
so in the song .. i took it right up to the point where he goes into the
manic upswing .. and that was supposed to be the outtro. originally i had
some other instrumention in the outtro to build up to a cacophony
as it's fading out .. but structurally, you're not supposed to introduce
new instrumentation on the way out .. so upon recommendation,
i yanked em. maybe there's some other way to convey this.
The "space" in the second verse is more of the mental space
that they went into when they got put on medications. they stabilized
a bit .. but the side-effects were that they became mentally
very slow and had a 1000 yard stare .. zombie like i guess.
so i approached this with a duality in mind .. since that's sort of the
nature of the disorder .. but perhaps it just doesn't work ... and i'm
ok with that ... i throw stuff away all the time ;-)
thanks for your comments,
jeff
ps: if you anyone wishes to discuss the disease further, we may
do so in the coffee house .. i'm after how to convey the story in
song better.
oh .. the lyrics:
I fumble for the paper,
Squint into the dawning day
Cloudscapes resemble that same feeling
I had yesterday
And you awake and smile
Then you ask "How will you be today?"
The coffee cream and sugar
Mix in blood once coursed together
Chorus:
Baby, I think I'm taking it down
Letting it slip through
Burn to the ground
Maybe, you should think of yourself
Think of tomorrow
Sunlight abounds
Color and Sound
These medications are the only way
I measure time
They keep my mind safely tucked away
From pain and pleasure
If I could snap my fingers
Wake up from the cold and gray
And see your pretty face
A silouhette against this place
Maybe you could save me
But I will not wish that on you
Chorus:
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