Monday, 19 May 2014

3. Sailing Softly

Hi, my name is Lloyd, and this is an Introduction to a Song

This song, like many of mine, is first and foremost a story. 
It is not a cautionary tale, nor advocating of its contents.

This is a song about the fragile nature of the world of a person under the influence of an illicit substance of sorts. It is a changing world, one that is influenced heavily by the surrounding environment and the emotional state the person is in. One little thing can be a catalyst for a gigantic change in the perceived world.

This is, quite frankly, a relatively dark song, which I wrote during a time when I was quite happy. When I'm feeling sad or depressed, I tend to write happy songs, or songs that inspire me. Conversely, when I'm feeling happy, or I'm in a really good place in my life, I might go ahead and write a song with darker subject matter. That way I can be more objective and not let my emotional state cloud the message I want to convey, or in any way weaken the overall impact of the narrative.

Writing this song was interesting, in that I wanted to reflect the feelings of the song's subject in not only the lyrics but in the music as well. This is the reason why the music leaps between soft and hard guitar almost jarringly, and why the tone of the song is subject to such unexpected changes.

Sailing Softly - Link

Sailing Softly

Verse 1

The wind is sailing softly
Through my hair
And the rain is falling
I don't even notice it's there

Verse 2
I think someone is calling
But it's getting lost in the air
And broken glass surrounds me
I must take care

Chorus 1
And someone's crying softly
And clutching their head
I know you won't get it off me
'Cause I don't want to share
You can do nothing to stop me
Because I'm already there, yeah

Verse 3
And the lights were pulsating
And now they're everywhere
And all the people were gyrating
A blink of my eye and then they're all gone

Chorus 2
And where could all of my friends be?
And will they be gone long?
Because I think I am hurting
Yeah, something feels wrong
And the world is starting to get scary
How long will this go on, on, on

On, on and on, on and on
On and on, on, on and on, on and on

Verse 4/Outro
And someone's crying softly
And clutching their head
Who can this someone be?
I think it is me...


During the song, the subject experiences a sense of displacement, of feeling apart from the things happening around or to him, which permeates throughout the whole story. We also see a sense of the slight stubbornness that can be a symptom of such experiences. In the second half of the song the drug starts to get more and more intense, and the situation starts to become slightly clearer to the audience, but more convoluted to the subject. Something bad has happened, and the other party-goers have fled the scene. As he starts to notice that everyone has gone, during the second chorus, he starts to comprehend that something has gone wrong, that he is in pain, and the world is starting to take on the negative aspects of the situation.

The instrumental following the second chorus attempts to illustrate the intensity of the following moments of confusion and uncertainty and fear, culminating in the soft final verse, where in a reflection of earlier clarity, the resigned subject finally realises that he is, in fact, the victim.

Sunday, 30 March 2014

2. Melbourne Soul

  Hi, my name is Lloyd, and this is an Introduction to a Song.
 
Most people, at some point, have missed a train, or bus, or some form of public transportation. 

Running to the platform only to see it pull away from you, the faces behind the windows staring down at you with a mixture of sympathy for your misfortune and relief at not being in the same situation. 

The more select group of people are the ones who have missed the last train. That last bus, or tram, that would get you home from the city at the end of the night, perhaps after an extra long day at work, or a night out drinking. 
It sucks.

And it's always at a point where there aren't any other options. It's way too far to walk, too far to catch a taxi or you don't have the money, your phone is flat or you can't call anyone to come pick you up: Murphy's Law is always in effect. 
 The one option that inevitably remains is daunting. 

Wait until the first train back in the morning

This particular option comes with some sub-choices.
1. Sleep at the train station (probably not a great idea in the city).
2. Sit in an 24hour McDonald's and read or listen to music.
3. Follow the trail of late night bars and drink all night.
 
Now, I don't know about you, but I've attempted choices 1 and 2, and they're pretty awful. Train stations are notoriously uncomfortable, and if you don't have a book on you, or your iPod runs out of battery, the boredom drives you mad.

Which leaves Option 3.
Drinking.  

The drinking option can be a tumultuous one. I wrote this song, set in the Melbourne CBD, as a tribute to all the late night souls that permeate the streets as a means to an end, but also to those unforgettable nights that are brought about by unexpected events, and the people you meet and connect with, who, even for a moment, join with you in losing yourself to the glorious night, and whom you often never see again.


Verse 1
Standing on the corner of Lonsdale, and Elizabeth
Smoking the lucky in my last pack of cigarettes
Missed the last 75 tram, and I'm wandering
And I'm wondering if I'll ever get home

Verse 2
Found myself in a little broken bar, off Little Bourke Street
Drinking away, along with the bar stool zombies
I talked to a girl with no name, and no inhibitions
And she took me up to a little bar down Exhibition

Chorus
Oh, won't you take me home?
I've got a pocketful of change, and nowhere else to go
And at the end of the night if we reach the ebb of the flow
Oh, you know, we're gonna end up in a hole, with no soul

Verse 3
Well we drank as if we were possessed by a god of vengeance
Not forlorn, not forsaken, not even for ourselves
Drank 'til morning, 'til our welcome was well worn in
Then fought our way through the dawning haze down to Flinders Lane

Chorus
Oh won't you take me home?
I've got a pocketful of change, and nowhere else to go
And at the end of the night if we reach the ebb of the flow
Oh, you know we're gonna end up in a hole with no soul

Verse 4
Grabbed a six-pack at Sam's, and brown-bagged to Collins
We ran from Queen to King, with some Jack, like a pair of jokers
Sat at Southern Cross, and hoped to die, like star cross'd lovers
And parted ways on separate trains, without leaving numbers

Chorus
Oh, won't you take me home?
I've got a pocketful of change, and nowhere else to go
And at the end of the night if we reach the end of the flow
Oh, you know we're gonna end up in a whole with no soul

And oh, won't you take me home?
I've got a pocketful of change, and nowhere else to go
And at the end of the night, if we reach the ebb of the flow
Oh, you know we're gonna end up in a hole with no soul
Oh, you know we're gonna end up in a hole with no soul
And you know I'm gonna end up in a hole, with no soul

Sunday, 23 March 2014

1. Without Me

Hi, my name is Lloyd, and this is an Introduction to a Song.

From the age of 16 until nearly the age of 20, I had these friends that were boyfriend and girlfriend. Knowing both of them as friends prior to the confusing situation that was their relationship was a rare thing, and knowing both of them as friends post-relationship was even rarer. I still love them both, but for those four years, things were a bit muddled all around.

Everyone has had at some point or another known, or has even been a part of, a relationship that has broken down and picked back up and blown apart and stuck together again over and over, until the very concept of a relationship has skewed to the point of being unrecognisable.

So during a particularly difficult patch where they'd broken up, I wrote this song about my thoughts on how the guy was feeling about it. But then they got back together, which kind of ruined the song, which I thought was really selfish of them.

Without Me - Link

Verse 1
You’re asking me down again
To a place that I know well
But you still can’t see
That’s a place that I can’t be

Verse 2
Don’t give me your pleas, please, I’ll stand where I wanna stand
If it’s too far from your shore, well sure, I still won’t understand
‘Cause it’s too hard to see who I’d be here
So I will liberate, and inebriate ‘til I can’t see clear, that

Chorus
I don’t wanna see you you’re gonna be, without me
‘Cause if I set you free then I won’t be
‘Cause life without you just seems all too confusing
And I don’t wanna see who you’re gonna be, without me

Verse 3
I can feel it falling down and I don’t know how
I need another pick-me-up, but the bottle’s empty now
I think I’m happening while the weather is dampening
I think I’m doing fine, but it’s not just my noose that I’m fastening, no

Chorus
I don’t wanna see who you’re gonna be, without me
‘Cause if I set you free then I won’t be
‘Cause life without you just seems all too confusing
And I don’t wanna see who you’re gonna be, without me, without me, yeah
Without me, without me, yeah

Bridge
Well, don’t you like your cigarette, and you’d booze it up as well I’d bet
Well I loved it just as much, I know
I see you walking by with the ghost of me by your side
Now can’t you see why I can’t know, oh

Chorus
I don’t wanna see who you’re gonna be, without me
‘Cause if I set you free then I wond’t be
‘Cause life without you just seems all too confusing
And I don’t wanna see who you’re gonna be, without me, without me, yeah
Without me, without me, yeah