This week we feature the second in a series of quick, no-overdub demos sung with the baby as audience.
Today’s post is a new song, an angsty little number about loss and doubt. The first verse had been in my head, with a different melody, for a while, but yesterday I put together a new tune and more lyrics. Practiced a bit, then played 3 takes this evening. This is the one I liked best, warts and all.
The baby fell asleep during the recording. I suspect she’s going to keep doing that until I write some songs FOR her, rather than just bringing her in the room while I’m playing.
Diary [Get the .mp3 here]
© 2009 Mark Frey
There’s a dog-eared page in my diary
from the day I first met you
I’ve been back there more times than is healthy
trying to get a better view
Even now, I’ve no idea
if I did all that I could
should I have pushed through your defences?
would it have done you any good?
the bright light of our history
is like a burning sun
focused through the lens of what came after
I scramble for cover, finding none
my hindsight is as blurry
as a Tarot stained with red wine
you left this blot on my memory
in a shape I can’t define
so there’s a dog-eared page in my diary
from the day I first met you
I like the abruptness of the two line ending (with chord).
Rachel
I like the mention of dogs… and that it’s not about me.