C: 365 is where I will be publishing the results of an eperiment in songwriting. I will be posting one full lyric up, per day, for a year. Every day.
My aim is to explore the themes that recur in lyrics, as experiences are had and attitudes and ideals develop and evolve, as well as to monitor how I personally develop, as a lyricist.

The official experiment starts on January 1st, 2010.

Friday, 1 January 2010

The first day of the year, the first official C365 post.

So this is day one of the project, and I'm pretty stoked on it. So far January has been awesome, my friends are rad and I love when Facebook chat works. This lyric is a bit sour, but it's one that I'm doing with Tornado Day, which is my main musical concern at the minute, so thought it a good start...

Scratch Card

Are you working hard on projects, hard enough to blank your mind?
Are you collecting all those horoscopes to try to find a sign?
If you’re trying to swim in work, just to avoid the chance to think,
You better keep your head above or you,
You might drown in it…

There are questions on the lips of every, passer-by I see,
I guess this fanfare of fake friendships is a,
Race for popularity,
I’m losing out to you,
Yeah you’re the better half…
“I understand how this seems pointless man…”
I wish these voices would just stop…

So send your messages, across land and wire,
Electrical, or, if you want you could just tie, it to the foot of a bird…
And fly it to me,
And if it gets caught up in flying south then,
I guess I can wait…

Do you remember when you were walking?
On a path away from home,
Arguing with your whole family,
You walked toward the riverside,
Of my home town…

I fell like a fox…
Caught in a trap…
And I’ll never escape I am…
Stuck, stuck, stuck…

Did you ever feel the way that I still feel to this day?
Did you ever mean the words you used to break your neck to say?
I remember when you came round,
You stepped out from your sister’s car,
And you kissed me on the lips, stood in the frame of my front door.
And it’s thought like these that still haunt me,
Make me wrap up dreams in rhymes,
And these songs are ghosts, that fill my room and I’m,
Singing tonight…

“My friends were all right…”
You hear me singing it?

So take the keys from the pocket, use them to decorate your home,
I’ll take the room toward the middle,
With the drums and amps and, microphones,
And I’ll sit and wait and sit and wait, I’ll, wait for you,
If you want to talk just call me up, I’ll,
I’ll speak to you.

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