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WEEK 7

MONDAY:

What did i do?

TUESDAY NIGHT/WEDNESDAY MORNING I WROTE ABOUT MY TOXIC SLEEP CYCLE:

LISTENING TO SWEET DREAMS, TN BY LAST SHADOW PUPPETS REPEATEDLY. THAT RUNNING THEME OF ALEX TURNER’S LYRICS RUBS OFF A BIT 

THEY ARE KINDA LIKE TWO SONGS THAT RUN FROM ONE TO EACH OTHER EVEN THOUGH THE TEMPO & THEME IS VERY SIMILAR. 

First tried switching between G# & Gdmin

Now bring in switching between 1st, 4th and 6th note of major & minor, try out all four

2nd inversion of Emaj

C#m

Fminor

C#major

Relative minor, 6th minor chord. 

And then try the IV and VI, so I, IV & VI – or mix em about

Don’t know if it’s major or minor 

CHORD:

G# (G#3-C4-D#4)

E Inversion (G#3-B4-E4)

Or G#m

And then G#3-C#4-F4

G#3-C#4-E4)

But G# fitted there again (when i actually started with G#m, need to decide.

  • Like randomly bringing  in A#4-D#4-F#4 (replace A# with G# nah)

            And then go G#3-C#4-F#4 – this could be sad ending.

G#m

G#3-C#4-F4

A#4-D#4-F#4

Cheeky A#-D#4-G#4

G#3-D4-F4

G#-B-E

Wanted to then change to G#-Bb-E

But back to G#-B-E – Then add bass B1-G#1-B2, G#1-G#2, G#1-A#1-A#2

I then remember

DRAFT 2:

G#m

So it looks like

 E

we’re a regular fling

G#m      Emaj6

Not a casual thing

Just a toxic ring

In my lack of light 

When I wake up

You’re gone And I’m left

To face reality

Face the 9th stroke

Face the failure 

That I can’t stroke on

With your highs you give me

Are we really going to 

do this every week?

Looks like I can’t let you go

A lapse of corine

On festival ground

Is Nothing

To How I Need You, Fuck You

Dance With You

We’re Toxic 

We’re Made For Each Other

As We Glide On The Keys

But Never Meet The Count

Of Any of Their Standards

Values or Outcomes

I’ll just have to be with you

All day

(still sing this bit, but starting to go musically down) 

My weekly relationship in hell 

(muttering) 

I heard it on a bus once

The most dedicatedWho wanted to go to Ha-

Oh sorry, i’m going off

On one 

As I do all night

With you

About kelsey:

Nine days

And 6 hours 

It’ll be OK

I’ll just get there

We’ll find you

We’ll get the disciples

At the eleventh hour 

I hope you’ve got your songs

And your tempo

I know we’re both on the edge

And can’t stand the others stench

Since I birthed you

Under St George’s Cross

But I never find the time

To spread you on your flags

To put wings to your message(s)

And eyes and hands wave 

In my mind and your stage

How does it feel?

To have the crowd

I’m trying to feel

For you, for us

We’ll be that collective 

That’s all we ever wanted

That community

That group

That harmony

I always forgot to ask

And forgot to create

Like my father’s gravestone

What are your skills

What is your world

Your 3 dimensions

Give me something

Not depressing

Something you

Something human 

It’s gotta be time

Finally

To open the vault

I hope that your timeline

And your essence

Follows

 G#m

So it looks like

 E

we’re a regular fling

G#m      Emaj6

Not a casual thing

Just a toxic ring

In my lack of light 

When I wake up

You’re fucking gone

And I’m left

To face my reality

Face the 9th stroke

Face the failure 

That I can’t stroke with it

Are we really going to 

do this every week?

Looks like I can’t let you go

A lapse of corine

On a hedonistic festival ground

Is Nothing

To How I Need You

I Fuck You

I Dance With You

We’re Toxic

And We’re Made For Each Other

As We Glide On The Keys

But Never Meet The Count

Of Any of My Values & Standards

Or My Masters

I’m just gonna have to be with you

All day 

Once a week

A relationship in hell

I heard it on a bus once

The most dedicated

Who wanted to go to Ha-

Oh sorry, i’m going off

On one 

As I do all night

With you

About kelsey:

Nine days

And six hours left

It’ll be OK

I’ll just get there

We’ll find you

We’ll get the disciples

At the eleventh hour 

I hope you’ve got your songs

And your tempo

I know we’re both on the edge

And can’t stand the others stench

Since I birthed you

Under the cross of St George

But I never find the time

To spread you on your flags

To spread you on your message

And eyes and hands wave 

In my mind and your stage

How does it feel

To have the crowd

I’m trying to feel

For you, for us

We’ll be the collective 

That’s all we ever wanted

That collective

That group

That harmony

I always forgot to ask

And forgot to create

And still haven’t carried round

Like my father’s flat

My father’s tombstone

The letter to my friend’s mother 

What are your skills

What is your world

Your 3 dimensions

Something not depressing

Something you

Something human 

It’s gotta be time

Finally

To open the vault

I hope that your timeline

And your essence

Follows

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