I picked up an acoustic last Monday and started strumming out two chords. I immediately went "oh no!", and put the guitar down. Since then those two chords have rattled around my head with the song title. I've been a good boy and not even picked the guitar back up until this evening.
So for the past few FAWMs, I've basically thrown the kitchen sink at just about every mix and overproduced all songs within an inch of their life. I've gone a bit back to basics here. It's basically a recording of a pretend band; Lead vox, backing vocal, 2 guitars, bass, synth, and drums (albeit the Addictive Drums vst). Everything was done in one long take, no copy and pasting. Vocals were one take only because who can be bothered to sing a three a half minute song more than once, right? It's also severely undermixed because I'm both tired and impatient.
Lyrically it's about my total lack of emotions and how I've started really thinking recently about why that is, and how I grew up to be in this state and what have you. Or something.
I’ve been waiting for the right time
To say something for posterity
I know what I know and not much else and I owe to you
I’ve been collating all the bad words
You’ve been throwing to see what sticks
I’ll never find a use for them because I master in nothing but doubt
Sing to me Gloomy Sunday
My mouth is a spirit level still
I rest both feet on the dead pedal and I owe it to you
Set your alarms for bed time
Waiting for the rivers to breach
The floods will roam the desert
It’s happening soon because I master in nothing but doubt
Love is a rush of the blood to the eyes