Back to music and art yesterday after a month of largely remastering and documenting old music. I must strive to make new things as much as possible. There are 10 tracks on this as-yet untitled album, but I've worked on more than 10, including one for the 'Light Bulb' concept (which has 3 penned tracks, perhaps these can be a future EP) and a re-recording of the very old 'Written On Rice'. I may not find a use for Written On Rice.
Of the current tracks, I've divided them into groups of 3, and the last 3 will be an aside, not as linked as the first 9. The first 9 are linked musically to the last track 'Fear is Everywhere'. One remained, so I've visited one of the original songs planned for this rather darkly themed album, a song called 'Smashing my House of Cards'. I started with a gentle, almost sleepy rolling theme with a Bossa nova-like beat, that moved gently between C-Major and E-minor. This was a bit too sleepy though, I needed more energy and 'funk', so I changed the rhythm for the 'chorus' part into a more standard rock-blues rhythm, and change to the tempo to compensate. The chords are simple, and drop to F-Major, but later revisit A-Major and F-minor in ways which jar expectation.
I'll keep working on this. The last of the 12 songs will be a general one I wrote originally for the Bob Dylan night in Congleton, but didn't use. I only have the words so need a melody. That can come after this. Here are the words to 'Smashing my House' so far. The last verse is an essential reflection and conclusion which takes us out of the song to a 3rd-party space.
Smashing My House Of Cards
Smashing my house of cards
I've been smashing my house of cards
I've been building my house for years
With gentle hands
Giving it kind attention
Hoping one day to see
Heaven or something like it
From the top
Of my royal house
But it's fallen apart
Like dried up twigs
Like windows of tears in shards
I've spent the day crying
Dying and raging
Smashing my house
Smashing my house of cards
Sorry for the disaster
Sorry for all the mess
Sorry for years of work
And wasted love
Isn't it often so
That our fears become our foes?
Blowing down our hopes
As they go
