THERE IS NO WAY THAT THIS IS A FINISHED SONG. IT IS THE VERY FIRST DRAFT OF POSSIBILITIES. THE VOCAL NEEDS A TUNE TO BE IMPROVED DEFINITELY. THE WHOLE DRIVING VIBE HAS TO BE BROKEN DOWN AND BITS TO BE CONSIDERED AND WHAT TO TAKE FROM THE CHAOS. THERE SHOULD BE A GUITAR/KEYBOARDS INTRO AND IN THE MIDDLE SECTION……GUITAR RIFFS. NEEDS A CHORUS TOO. I DO KEEP SAYING THAT I AM NO 6 STRING ELECTRIC GUITAR PLAYER. I KNOW YOU WILL BE KIND.

JUST UPDATING THIS HERE BEFORE THE FULL BLOWN CHAOS BELOW. YOU TEND TO CAPTURE LITERALLY ANYTHING ONTO YOUR IPAD OR IPHONE TO AVOID ANYTHING LOST. A THREE NOTE BIT OF SYNERGY OUT OF THREE OR FOUR MINUTES OF GARBLED WARBLE IS MAYBE CAUGHT. HERE IS AN ACOUSTIC MUCK ABOUT THAT MAY DEVELOP IN TO SOME FORM AGAIN. HENCE THE UPBEAT TRY OUT.

SO AFTER THE ACOUSTIC RAMBLINGS ABOVE I WANTED TO TEST OUT ELECTRIC GUITAR SOUND LAYERING. ALSO. I JUST WANTED TO SHOW YOU HOW I’M GOING BACK TO ROOTS AND PLAYING OUT MY OLD YOUNGER YEARS ENERGY. ALSO HOW IDEAS DEVELOP. LETS SEE WHERE THIS ONE GOES. OR NOT.

FRAIL AUTUMN: ELECTRIC GUITARS AUDIO ABOVE……

It’s the season where the reason is to chase your dream

Blow your blues away

There’s no profit in the pocket of an empty room

Sitting and wasting the days

Don’t hide in the corner in your tip-top hat

Dreaming that you’re back on the stage

Throw down some colour on the black on white

Brighten up every page

You look like an angel all dressed in rags

Miles from your relevant age

Life has a choice of a million kinds

To Escape the cage.

When you’re shattered and you’re tattered and your life’s a mess

It all feels wrong, not right

Pick up your grief from the Autumn gloom

Kick it out into the night.

Guitar and keyboard interactive solos needed here..

Stop hiding in the corner in your tip-top hat

And think it doesn’t suit your age.

Become the prophet in the corners of a worn down mind

Pen a tune and seize the day

Sing na, na, na, na, na na

Na na na na na

And chase the blues away. Hey!

Gone are the promises that held your hand

Leading you into the fight.

What once was…. is now has been

Drag yourself into the light

Living was forgiving was for those who did

Played the game and won the prize

No taste of the fruits of a richer kind

Turn everything said to lies.

Eighteen years was fifty years ago