Friday, 12 December 2008

You Lay Awake In The Night Just Staring At The Ceiling Above.

I poured everything I felt for you into four, very simple lines, and now Im finished. Now Im fine. F*ck me, that was not meant to rhyme. I cant stop, this is a crime. Shutup.

It pisses me off that songs I write are always about one specific person, and one specific feeling or circumstance. With a few exceptions, for example there was a song about two people, which I couldnt finish, a song about music... sort of, and a song which I never quite understood. Never quite liked.
Doesnt even matter what theyre about anyways because regardless of how personal something is, how many hours Ive spent getting every detail of it down, or how much I loved writing it, Ill hate it within days. Thats only once its a complete song though. I can create a hook Ill like, until I integrate it into something larger, then its basically over. Maybe my new ambition is to write a full song I could like. Seeing as theyre just for me, I dont see why its so hard.

So Im frequenting this blog a little more than Id like. But Im just going to let this happen now...

Recently Ive been assessing how much time to want alone is 'normal'. I dont know if theres an answer to that, but evidently, Im more self-sufficient (if that makes sense) than I thought. That sounded weird, I love my friends and my family and love nights out or whatever, but Im just increasingly finding that I need space. And Im wondering how Ill respond to the inevitable situation of being surrounded by other people. Ironically enough, the career path Im pursuing involves a lot of being round people, and Im not what youd describe as a 'people person', but then I suppose a lot of 'musicians' arent. Okay, Im not a musician, that sounded ridiculous, but you get my drift. People scare and confuse me.

Im bored of this, I might go to bed or something. Final note; Rolo Tomassi are shithot, I have a gig in 4 days (or something similar) and Im bricking it, I have two new t-shirts, I like this weather at times, car journeys are fast becoming the highlights of my life, and I want to be 18.

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