I was chatting to my friend Haim and he was trying to explain to me about when he visited England and couldn't understand some English dudes accent. He told me that he "spoke really quickly like.. fast guitar picks" and it was just so cute and hilarious that I wrote it down for a FAWM title. My plan was to write a fun happy song today since my stuff has been all melancholy but then it turned into this.. Honestly this song is not based on facts, these things just write themselves, I need to work on having more control over what I'm writing I think! I decided to play with drums on garage band for the first time and pan some vocals about. Not sure that worked.. it sounds much better in my earphones than coming out the iPad where its more blugh. Was very tiring trying on my arm trying to keep guitar playing in time with the drums all the way through! I guess normally I slip in and out of the rhythm?!
Still.. mucho mucho fun!
He spoke really quickly like fast guitar picks and I didn’t much understand,
But I smiled politely and I nodded and said yes and then I took his hand
He moved real fast, like the bang of his drum, but I was so ready for his beat, I wanted more, but he said stop, already to his feet.
People will draw their own conclusion, I don’t really need to spell it out. Guilty as sin foregone conclusion, no one really ever had a doubt.
I never planned to hurt him, this is a lesson learned,
Don’t fuck about with strangers, lest you end up burnt.
He burnt real quickly just like dried out matches, and I remember my surprise.
I cried wildly and I shouted and screamed no as I reached out for his hand. He was already ash like the colour of his heart when he decided to lead me on. Nobody told him that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.