Sunday, November 04, 2018

Blue Carpet (or The Hotel Carpet Blues)

I'm working in music at the moment, assembling a new album of experimental works, the best of the things I've created for my old radio show, ArtsLab, and some things I've made for ArtSwarm. I'm remaking (or at least touching up) almost all of the tracks. There are a few that won't make it onto the album because I don't think they are good enough, or were simply one-off recordings that were put together without keeping any of the source material. I'm putting some on SoundCloud, and here is one called "Blue Carpet", or the Hotel Carpet Blues. It was a song about carpets. The comedy is unpinned by reality and metaphor. This is the magic of creativity.

Blue Carpet (or The Hotel Carpet Blues)

I'm threadbare, pulled thin trodden like the mud on my skin Walked on and ignored and covered in dust my yellowing fibres resembling rust

I'm flaky, snaky, falling apart the weave on my soul chokes the wool in my heart I'm holding together as dust My skin is a colourless crust

I'm a hotel carpet, in a cheap Parisian backstreet I'm choking on the nothing and the cigarette friends that I meet well, they meet me, they fall on my face and get crushed in its the closest to love I get these days

I'm a hotel carpet, yellowy beigey putrid Yes why not drag your rotten luggage over me

Walked on and ignored covered in rust my yellowing fibres resembling dust

Rug! Rug! Rug!

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