andrushkiwt
Well-known member
Had this one going for over a month, about time to move along from it already. Please let me know what you think of the guitars, particularly. What are their qualities and how do they sound, in general?
I normally don't like writing about what my songs mean, or what I was thinking at the time, I think that should be up to the listener to decide for themselves. But I'll share this one, maybe I'll regret doing so. It's something I wrote the day after a heroin OD in the family. Maybe obvious from the opening line, but oh well, I don't debate over lyrics for more than a few seconds. What comes out instantly is usually more raw than examining every line an hour at a time.
ah, you can hear my humming bass pretty well in this one, especially during the fadeout at the end. It drops out completely as I fade the bass totally out, leaving the guitar sustain by itself in the end. I need to fix that. It's my bass, I've concluded.
She took the needle out,
the phone rang one last time.
She let the world fade out,
as her bones went numb inside.
She said to me, "a ghost can't find no love".
I turned to speak, but silence caught my tongue.
She won't be alone, but I can't feel the sun.
We never found a place
where the walls won't hold us in.
She said it every day,
the whispers in my head.
Don't say to me, don't say that all my time is free.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid that I will leave.
I normally don't like writing about what my songs mean, or what I was thinking at the time, I think that should be up to the listener to decide for themselves. But I'll share this one, maybe I'll regret doing so. It's something I wrote the day after a heroin OD in the family. Maybe obvious from the opening line, but oh well, I don't debate over lyrics for more than a few seconds. What comes out instantly is usually more raw than examining every line an hour at a time.
ah, you can hear my humming bass pretty well in this one, especially during the fadeout at the end. It drops out completely as I fade the bass totally out, leaving the guitar sustain by itself in the end. I need to fix that. It's my bass, I've concluded.
She took the needle out,
the phone rang one last time.
She let the world fade out,
as her bones went numb inside.
She said to me, "a ghost can't find no love".
I turned to speak, but silence caught my tongue.
She won't be alone, but I can't feel the sun.
We never found a place
where the walls won't hold us in.
She said it every day,
the whispers in my head.
Don't say to me, don't say that all my time is free.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid that I will leave.