Someone Else's Son
The birth and gestation of a new song.
I play soccer and yesterday afternoon I was lying exhausted on my bed after my first game of the season. An idea for a song came to me but I was too tired to write it down. I had a snatch of the verse and some feel for the flow of the opening words and phrases. Luckily I still remembered it later on and later that night and into early hours I started to work on it again.
Background setting: I was given a present of a very small leather notebook but the paper inserts were difficult to locate so on a whim I bought a small notepad and it fitted perfectly. Its about 3 inches tall by 1.75 wide and has a small pen in an elastic loop on the side- a poet's/lyricists dream item for perfect pocket use. I used this handy-pad to quickly jot down the words while I sat in my work chair.
Lyric's
I got a verse and stumbled upon a part 1 and 2 for the chorus. This was all written words at this stage (no music just yet) . Second verse I abandoned that scratching as it was not correct 'person' voice The narrative 'I ' person who was doing the singing was second guessing the 2nd person in this song - the 2nd party was being addressed by person 1. Moving quickly along before we get too technical about it.
So I ended up with basic idea for an intro and 3 solid verses and a chorus which seemed to be developing emotion and human feeling to draw listener into a heart shaped space.
I have been concerned of late that I need a better follow up for my ease with imagery. Sort of like a boxers one- two. I easily generate visual furniture and hooks for a song - my imagery is commented on in professional and peer critiques.
The one two of songwriting
I picked up the guitar and got a nice minor flow starting in Em going and then after that was worked through I created a change for the Chorus section beginning in G.
This song did have feeling qualities and strong emotional content because when I sang it through the following morning I cried buckets I was so touched. That does not happen to me a lot.
It's going to be called Someone Else's Son. It's a beauty.
I play soccer and yesterday afternoon I was lying exhausted on my bed after my first game of the season. An idea for a song came to me but I was too tired to write it down. I had a snatch of the verse and some feel for the flow of the opening words and phrases. Luckily I still remembered it later on and later that night and into early hours I started to work on it again.
Background setting: I was given a present of a very small leather notebook but the paper inserts were difficult to locate so on a whim I bought a small notepad and it fitted perfectly. Its about 3 inches tall by 1.75 wide and has a small pen in an elastic loop on the side- a poet's/lyricists dream item for perfect pocket use. I used this handy-pad to quickly jot down the words while I sat in my work chair.
Lyric's
I got a verse and stumbled upon a part 1 and 2 for the chorus. This was all written words at this stage (no music just yet) . Second verse I abandoned that scratching as it was not correct 'person' voice The narrative 'I ' person who was doing the singing was second guessing the 2nd person in this song - the 2nd party was being addressed by person 1. Moving quickly along before we get too technical about it.
So I ended up with basic idea for an intro and 3 solid verses and a chorus which seemed to be developing emotion and human feeling to draw listener into a heart shaped space.
I have been concerned of late that I need a better follow up for my ease with imagery. Sort of like a boxers one- two. I easily generate visual furniture and hooks for a song - my imagery is commented on in professional and peer critiques.
The one two of songwriting
- The imagery sets the scene
- The emotion and feeling is revealed to follow through to make the listener 'care'
I picked up the guitar and got a nice minor flow starting in Em going and then after that was worked through I created a change for the Chorus section beginning in G.
This song did have feeling qualities and strong emotional content because when I sang it through the following morning I cried buckets I was so touched. That does not happen to me a lot.
It's going to be called Someone Else's Son. It's a beauty.
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