When It's Perfect

I finished a new song today. Well, not a new song, precisely, but an older one that I sort of re-worked.

And it’s perfect. The mix is perfect, the notes are perfect, the sound is perfect. It’s precisely what I wanted it to be, no compromises.

I can’t stop listening to it. This is not ego, you dig. This is just “Holy shit, did I actually make this?” Alex listened to it and referred to it as “almost excessively pretty”. It’s simple, but I’ve realized I’m good with simple. Stylistically, it’s got a real “Fake Plastic Trees” vibe going on. And the lyrics have at least one The Invisibles reference.

The song is called “After The Ice Age”. And no, I’m not going to post it here. You’re going to have to buy the album. Which is more than halfway done.

You cut my picture out of the paper
And you glued it to your wall
You think you finally met someone famous
But I’m really no one at all
I’d like to move out of this ruin
Into a cleaner kind of world
You think I love you, but I know better
I know you’re not that kind of girl

And I heard voices from the graveyard
Chinese whispers from the dead
So much memory, so much desire
And so much left unsaid
And there you sit in cat’s eye glasses
With your perfect tiger smile
You think I love you, but I know better
You were laughing all the while

It doesn’t matter, we’re mad as hatters
And the party’s just begun
I’ll still be here after the ice age
I’ll be staring at the sun
You could be my Ragged Robin
You could be my heart’s light
You think I love you, but I know better
But it’s lonely here at night….

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0 Responses to When It's Perfect

  1. lori says:

    I really enjoyed the poetry of your song. I’ve been doing alot of writing myself and I can relate to the feelings and images you brought out in your words.
    Thanks for sharing it. So how’s Vegas? I got out of there this past spring and I am living in the mountains of Santa Fe, NM. Lovely. It snowed this morning.
    Take care of yourself.
    Lori

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