witm8
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Was happily messing around with my guitar last night - and something weird happened.
A 'song' started to unfold right in front of me. First came a little 'hook', then the chords, then a baseline quickly followed.
I started to panic like a 16 year old lad who was imminently going to lose his virginity - I'd heard about it, I knew all about it, I'd read the articles - but when it came down to the business end of the deal, I wasn't entirely sure what I was supposed to.
Ahhhhhh, the good old days So I did what I did all those years ago ......... I winged it.
By that I mean, plugged everything in and pressed record. Recorded each track individually - popped them together - and hey-presto - out came something resembling a song.
I was on a roll !!
I grabbed a pad and a pen - and the lyrics just fell out onto the page, and vaguely made sense - to me anyways.
I’d been listening to a lot of old indie music from the 90’s (my prime) – so that’s why there’s a definitely a distinct Madchester vibe – intentionally may I add.
Here it is:
https://soundcloud.com/tim-summers/josephine-my-origional
I may leave it like this – or I may re-do some of the individual tracks, as some of the guitar playing is a little dodgy to say the least.
As this is the ‘song writing’ I suppose I should put the lyrics down:
…… You’re sad and weary
Wondering if you’ll ever make it home
…… Because it’s long and lonely
Walking down the beach on your own
On your own with a girl called Josephine
On your own with a girl called Josephine
I’ve sailed on water, slept with your daughter
She told me what you’re doing now for rent
Been to the slaughter, slept with your daughter
She’s told me that your money’s all been spent
Impress what you’re feeling
Suppress what you’re needing
From that angel named Josephine
Your eyes were bottle green, skin like a coffee bean
Shaking your tambourine, to be believed you must be seen
Smooth like a movie scene, your fingers stained with Nicotine
Addictive like a slot-machine, you are my libertine.
I’ve drank you water, dug out your daughter
She told me all the places you frequent
I’ve seen the slaughter, kicked out your daughter
Now that all your money has been spent
…… So here’s my theory
I don’t think that you’ll ever make it home
…… You’re just a trophy
Walking down the beach on your own
On your own with a girl called Josephine
On your own with a girl called Josephine
On your own with a girl called Josephine
On your own with a girl called Josephine