Writing songs?

Lyrics are sought to express new and old emotions and observations. Days from five decades passed can be reflected upon when those songs are revisited. Strange pastime. And yet. A melody is a melody. And even humming or La La La that melody? It can bring a wry smile to the countenance. Where on sweet Earth did the little grey cells, or Gray cells, bring about that synergy in a mix of notes? Sometimes into harshness or sweetness.

Expressing your ideas to others in your band can be confusing. You rely on both their skills as musicians with ideas to throw into the pot. You rely on their physical presence. To be honest, frustration is currently my inner unwanted friend. It blows both hot and cold.

Next year will bring a new breath of music in to the air. Today? A guitar will still be picked up and a jangling set of notes will still be seeking a hidden tune that hides within, courses, surfs and saltatory leaps from node to node along the brain’s axons. The neural pathways? Ours and hours alone. To tremble and bring forth emotional journeys.

An emotional journey? So, without sitting in a room rehearsing together as a band unit, because we are all miles apart? It turns to this ‘expressing ideas badly’ recording below. Oh for the past joys of interaction in one another’s’ presence. Other musicians, unless a solo act, can understand this I believe.

We never had recordings of Year One and O in the XCerts. So I decided to rewrite them as one song out of the two. Trouble is, they were written just before we split and played only a few times. Once only played live at a London gig I believe. So the original words and melodies elude my brain for the most part. Hence a rewrite/rethink.

If you listen below, it gives an idea of a song developing. Next year? Maybe it will be realised. Who knows!

Today, I feel amazed

That, of all days, today’s

Happenstance

Chained down

Sought Dreams

That could finally begin.

I’m no longer afraid

Because Today seemed to last for

A million years.

Contentment and no fears

It’s now time to live life

Again.

Some days

Seem to find their own perfection.

And then?

Sudden ensuing calmness envelops.

Goodbye to fears

Of failure.

The jigsaw is complete.

Inspiration developed

Amongst the seriousness

Of dedication.

Concentration.

Seeking the inner creation.

Suddenly! Awaken.

Application?

In a single moment

Waves goodbye,

As faerie dusted happenstance

Comes by,

Stops,

And says ‘Hi!’

Lyrics and melody

Finally meet.

No more corrections.

They take each other’s hands

And naturally and simply

Begin to dance.

In that familiar rhythm.

Of twinned perfection.

Complete.

A dreamed-song has avoided

The bitterness

Of defeat.