Hello, all.
I think tomorrow could engender some good song material. I may also be wrong.
Taylor Swift has released onto iTunes her new title song, Fearless. I love this song. It's her "best first date I haven't had yet." She inspires me. (Why are all my sentences the same structure and so stupidly simplistic?)
I don't know why I wrote this song. A friend asked "Do you think life should be more like a fairy tale?" And I'm feeling like I want a fairy tale right about now. I just pulled together a few ideas and wrote this in one sitting, but I don't know if it's any good. It's probably really lame. I'll rely on the judgment of my terrific readers. Reader.
More Like a Fairy Tale
She never looked too happy
and no matter what, said sorry
[there's a couplet here that I took
out right now for this release]
I was her friend and one day
she turned to me to say
CHORUS:
Life should be more like a fairy tale
love letters 'stead of e-mails
and the prince is always good and sweet
with looks to sweep a girl off her feet
and the girl is always his one princess
in a world where everybody says yes
and their dreams come true
let me tell you what I'd do
for my life to be more like a fairy tale
Wish I could sing about
the neighbor whose memories are falling out
and his wife, who he'll soon forget
but all she has is the one regret
he never rode on a horse with her
and off into the sunset together
CHORUS:
Life should be more like a fairy tale
love letters 'stead of e-mails
and the prince is always good and sweet
with looks to sweep a girl off her feet
and the girl is always his one princess
in a world where everyone says yes
and their dreams come true
let me tell you what I'd do
for their lives to be more like a fairy tale
BRIDGE:
I spent more time pretending
and staying up all night dreaming
until one day I saw him with her
and I knew it was over
CHORUS:
Life should be more like a fairy tale
love letters 'stead of e-mails
and the prince is always good and sweet
with looks to sweep a guy off her feet
and the girl is always his one princess
in a world where everyone says yes
and their dreams come true
let me tell you what I'd do
for my life to be more like a fairy tale
and then you came out of nowhere
with that smile and soft hair
you were the unexpected prince
and my heart jumped the fence
when you asked, I said yes
I was your princess
It's funny, now that I think of it. Taylor's song, "White Horse," has a chorus as follows: "I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale / I'm not the one to sweep off her feet and lead her up the stairwell /This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town / I was a dreamer before you went and let me down." Very opposite to this song, maybe.
Just tell me what you think, straight up. Thanks!
Much love, and thank you for the musik,
SNBK,BTCVWCTIIAL(ANS,WIVLFM).BNIFLABTB.
p.s. I'm am starting to compose my own chord backing/melody, so maybe someday I'll be able to play it. I love my guitar teacher. He's the most awesome person I have ever talked to.
p.p.s. Lewis Hamilton is a jackass.
16 days until Fearless!!!!
24 October 2008
05 October 2008
Genius
Boo! I'm back.
I don't know what it was that happened, but all of a sudden, I couldn't write. It could have been some events that transpired that I couldn't make sense of or make a decision about, or a series of daydreams I kept continuing, or just an incredible influx of work. But, since I'm back, it means I've written another.
During the past two weeks, I've been busy obtaining some amazing albums from my heroes, to supplement my already extensive country collection: Brad Paisley (Mud on the Tires, Time Well Wasted, Who Needs Pictures), Tim McGraw (Let it Go), Kellie Pickler (Small Town Girl), Miranda Lambert (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Kerosene), and Sugarland (Love on the Inside, Enjoy the Ride). I also got Jessica Simpson's country effort, Do You Know, just to see what that was about, and it is surprisingly good. I'm currently obsessed with Tim McGraw (I love love love love love his album Live Like You Were Dying) and Brad Paisley (I think Mud on the Tires is brilliant, particularly "Celebrity" and "Little Moments" and "Whiskey Lullaby"). So I can't wait to get to Nashville, if only to be able to go to some shows of these musical geniuses.
Speaking of geniuses, this new song is entitled as such. It's about this kid who sits next to me in one of my classes. I met him in the spring, when we were working on a show together, but his reputation and that of his family and sister preceded him, so everyone knew that he is a mathematical and scietific genius, which sort of shaped what everyone thought of him before they met him (what a comma splice of a sentence). But me being me, I didn't think anything until I met him myself. I found him...attractive. And annoying. His pomposity and disregard for anything but himself caught me somewhere where I had no idea what to say to counter his attacks on my intelligence. And yet, we became friends. I worked out this system: he doesn't say thank you, he doesn't apologize (both complete opposites from me), so I just balance that with my personality. And it works. So when I walked into the classroom in the fall, I sat down beside him, and it transpired that we were the only ones at the table. The first couple of weeks, he was still that annoying, superintelligent to the point of condescension, slightly jerkish boy I had met in the spring. To make conversation, I asked him about his girlfriend. Ah. They had broken up over the summer. Through a bit of nosy questioning, I asked him why (they had been dating for years), and I ended up finding out that he stopped wanting to date her around June (which was somewhere along the lines of when he started really talking to me). So fast forward to this past week. He began apologizing! He began being polite! Surreptiously, of course, and only like twice a period. But it was still a big difference. And all of a sudden, he seemed to care what I said (which was the most surprising). And you get the seeds for this song.
I'm really proud of this song, because it's the type I've always wanted to write, the kind that shows but doesn't tell. Where something is implied but not expressely stated. Examples: Tim McGraw's "Between the River and Me"--does he really kill the guy? and if so, how?; Brad Paisley's "Cigar Song"--the whole arson storyline; and I could keep on going forever, since it's the mark of a good songwriter. (I'm not saying I'm a good songwriter.) And then there are the songs where you don't know what happens, but it could go either way. I'm not saying that however you interpret the song is the truth, because part of the reason I wrote it this way is because I'm not sure how I feel yet.
(I had qualms about posting this song, based on what you said, but you said you wanted me to.)
Genius
CHORUS*:
he was always the genius of the grade
but I never let that impress me
what led to my opinion being made
was the warmth of his arm on my knee
I had to look hard to find something I liked
and when we sat together I saw that side
he had no defect
the more I saw, the less I wanted to look
then he leaned over and wrote on my notebook
David is perfect
CHORUS:
he was always the genius of the grade
but I never let that impress me
what led to my opinion being made
was the warmth of his arm on my knee
One thing about his being so smart
was that it made me work extra hard
cause I wanted to beat him
but to beat him at his own game
was like stopping the falling rain
and I kept on trying
CHORUS:
he was always the genius of the grade
but I never let that impress me
what led to my opinion being made
was the warmth of his arm on my knee
He said apathy was his best trait
and that he only cared about his own fate
but I knew better
CHORUS:
he was always the genius of the grade
but I never let that impress me
what led to my opinion being made
was the warmth of his arm on my knee
(*Many songs begin with the chorus, like Tim McGraw's Last Dollar (Fly Away).)
You asked.
Criticism accepted, comments appreciated.
Much love, and thank you for the musik,
NBK
p.s. In my shoutouts section, I want to give Kimi Raikkonen the biggest hug ever. I want to give Joe Biden a hug, too, but Kimi needs it more than Mr. Biden does right now.
p.p.s. I changed guitar teachers, and am currently learning how to play Kenny Chesney's "Beer in Mexico" (which is a cool song) and the best part is that when I play it, it sounds just like his version!
36 days until Fearless! (and for those who are counting, 29 days until Brad Paisley's new album, Play)
I don't know what it was that happened, but all of a sudden, I couldn't write. It could have been some events that transpired that I couldn't make sense of or make a decision about, or a series of daydreams I kept continuing, or just an incredible influx of work. But, since I'm back, it means I've written another.
During the past two weeks, I've been busy obtaining some amazing albums from my heroes, to supplement my already extensive country collection: Brad Paisley (Mud on the Tires, Time Well Wasted, Who Needs Pictures), Tim McGraw (Let it Go), Kellie Pickler (Small Town Girl), Miranda Lambert (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Kerosene), and Sugarland (Love on the Inside, Enjoy the Ride). I also got Jessica Simpson's country effort, Do You Know, just to see what that was about, and it is surprisingly good. I'm currently obsessed with Tim McGraw (I love love love love love his album Live Like You Were Dying) and Brad Paisley (I think Mud on the Tires is brilliant, particularly "Celebrity" and "Little Moments" and "Whiskey Lullaby"). So I can't wait to get to Nashville, if only to be able to go to some shows of these musical geniuses.
Speaking of geniuses, this new song is entitled as such. It's about this kid who sits next to me in one of my classes. I met him in the spring, when we were working on a show together, but his reputation and that of his family and sister preceded him, so everyone knew that he is a mathematical and scietific genius, which sort of shaped what everyone thought of him before they met him (what a comma splice of a sentence). But me being me, I didn't think anything until I met him myself. I found him...attractive. And annoying. His pomposity and disregard for anything but himself caught me somewhere where I had no idea what to say to counter his attacks on my intelligence. And yet, we became friends. I worked out this system: he doesn't say thank you, he doesn't apologize (both complete opposites from me), so I just balance that with my personality. And it works. So when I walked into the classroom in the fall, I sat down beside him, and it transpired that we were the only ones at the table. The first couple of weeks, he was still that annoying, superintelligent to the point of condescension, slightly jerkish boy I had met in the spring. To make conversation, I asked him about his girlfriend. Ah. They had broken up over the summer. Through a bit of nosy questioning, I asked him why (they had been dating for years), and I ended up finding out that he stopped wanting to date her around June (which was somewhere along the lines of when he started really talking to me). So fast forward to this past week. He began apologizing! He began being polite! Surreptiously, of course, and only like twice a period. But it was still a big difference. And all of a sudden, he seemed to care what I said (which was the most surprising). And you get the seeds for this song.
I'm really proud of this song, because it's the type I've always wanted to write, the kind that shows but doesn't tell. Where something is implied but not expressely stated. Examples: Tim McGraw's "Between the River and Me"--does he really kill the guy? and if so, how?; Brad Paisley's "Cigar Song"--the whole arson storyline; and I could keep on going forever, since it's the mark of a good songwriter. (I'm not saying I'm a good songwriter.) And then there are the songs where you don't know what happens, but it could go either way. I'm not saying that however you interpret the song is the truth, because part of the reason I wrote it this way is because I'm not sure how I feel yet.
(I had qualms about posting this song, based on what you said, but you said you wanted me to.)
Genius
CHORUS*:
he was always the genius of the grade
but I never let that impress me
what led to my opinion being made
was the warmth of his arm on my knee
I had to look hard to find something I liked
and when we sat together I saw that side
he had no defect
the more I saw, the less I wanted to look
then he leaned over and wrote on my notebook
David is perfect
CHORUS:
he was always the genius of the grade
but I never let that impress me
what led to my opinion being made
was the warmth of his arm on my knee
One thing about his being so smart
was that it made me work extra hard
cause I wanted to beat him
but to beat him at his own game
was like stopping the falling rain
and I kept on trying
CHORUS:
he was always the genius of the grade
but I never let that impress me
what led to my opinion being made
was the warmth of his arm on my knee
He said apathy was his best trait
and that he only cared about his own fate
but I knew better
CHORUS:
he was always the genius of the grade
but I never let that impress me
what led to my opinion being made
was the warmth of his arm on my knee
(*Many songs begin with the chorus, like Tim McGraw's Last Dollar (Fly Away).)
You asked.
Criticism accepted, comments appreciated.
Much love, and thank you for the musik,
NBK
p.s. In my shoutouts section, I want to give Kimi Raikkonen the biggest hug ever. I want to give Joe Biden a hug, too, but Kimi needs it more than Mr. Biden does right now.
p.p.s. I changed guitar teachers, and am currently learning how to play Kenny Chesney's "Beer in Mexico" (which is a cool song) and the best part is that when I play it, it sounds just like his version!
36 days until Fearless! (and for those who are counting, 29 days until Brad Paisley's new album, Play)
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