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i have had TROUBLE with this one. but more on that later.
this is the story of my New Year's Day, give or take.
troubles:
i have a strong feeling i've nicked the melody (for the first line of each verse, at least) from another song, but i can't figure out what. i thought the shins, but i listened to all their stuff last night trying to find it, and nothing struck me.
i was torn while writing this which way it should go. in the end i wrote two versions. this is my favourite. the other one feels more forced, melodically dead, and... bleh.
but i'll link to it anyway... i was always told to show my workings. and its FAWM, not posting bad songs is a vanity ![]()
http://sites.google.com/site/benarolmusic/demos-1/06ABagatelleBall%28Remix%29.mp3
Wine on the floor near the bagatelle board
And there’s wine on the page, where we listed out names and all the scores
A dozen bodies on the floor
Sleeping an hour before dawn
The new year is coming
in a series of falls
like a bagatelle ball
A day-after trip to a snow covered beach
We’re dressed famously, shivering from shirt-sleeves and a sweet lack of sleep
There’s no way to know
What time i’ll get home
It’s out of my control
I go where i go
Like a bagatelle ball
Leave me at a bus-stop, i’ll find my way back
But the buses aren’t on, i read the board wrong, so much for plans
The cold starts to hurt
this shirt is too thin
So out comes the phone
Out come my friends
I’ve never been more grateful
for a hoodie or a lift
i’m at the mercy
of so many other things
like a bagatelle ball