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