As we are unable to meet up this year, we have been working less collaboratively. It seems that unlike a lot of fawmers we need to be in the same space to write together. Or at least that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
So we agreed to write 10 songwriting challenges (#10challenge) for each other and fit as many as possible into a single song. Let us know if you fancy having your own bespoke list to help make that final push to the finishing line.
Here's a challenge to aid creativity! Write a song that achieves as many of these rules as possible...Awesome!
I realised I hate prompts and lists - I don't want to be 'told' what to do. So anyway, this abomination has appeared and sucked up far too much time trying to hit each challenge on the list. I think I approached this creative constraint method in the wrong way - trying too slavishly to follow them and then not following many of them at all.
The key is completely off for me singing it - and tbh even if it wasn't I can't really stretch to what the vocals need to do. Lyrics started off as something completely different and upon listening to an early version I felt they sucked and changed them. In hindsight, not sure if it was my singing and/or words that sucked. Either way, here we are with a song about two loners going into space to start a new life, stuff happening and then stuck in a perpetual cycle of riding bikes to mars - are they dead, are they really riding bikes. No, they're dead and they got so high off the fumes and stuff that they found togetherness for that brief moment that sustains throughout time....
I'm glad they found togetherness as this song feels like a collection of parts thrown together. One of the great wonders of Fawm that a song like this ever gets committed to MP3.
Well onwards and upwards...
The ship left the port,
Skye waved goodbye,
Checking her suitcase was by her side
She never imagined she'd go on and on and up and in to space
Nattfar waved too
Not sure who it's at
More of a good bye to the whole planet
He'd always dreamed that someday he would leave and go
In the endless sea of possibilities
In the calming scene of opportunities
The captain called, "return to your cabin"
The lights turned red, what was happening?
they didn't know each other
they never used to bother
now they both sat in silence wondering if they'll ever get to mars
the hull starts to shake
they looked to the black
they started this voyage there's no turning back
whatever happens they'll make sure they're going on and on and into space
feeling the force
they never give up from the confines of their room
(until) gas escapes into their lives and lungs and then
In the endless sea of nothingness
In the calming scene now dispossessed
Now the skipper says leave your cars
everybody we're Riding to Mars
they don't remember bringing bikes
this wasn't in the leaflet
but they have overwhelming desire
to keep on going higher and higher
never felt at home
where ever they had grown
the promise of new life was one they had to take
who knew this opportunity would keep them going on and on
a rush of gas
like they've never felt
watching their world drift away
they never left their cars but now they're riding bikes to mars....