“Perfect Day” original song

I wrote this song many years ago. It was nice to revive it for this video. I haven’t played it in a while. I thought maybe I wouldn’t post this week, because my cat is dying, and I’m extra sad. But I actually enjoy doing this, and it’s something I need to get better at. So, I’ll do my best to keep posting in my song diary this week.

This song I wrote after an especially heart breaking experience with a friend of mine. Not a boyfriend, but a good friend. Let’s raise a glass to not fucking up friendships.

I keep on hoping you’ll give me one more chance
It’s a pity this won’t last
I’ve lost the perfect day
Another car broke down on the highway

I used to keep you from falling to the ground
They say you’re lucky she’s around
But I got lost and fell behind
Now I’m the one who pulls you down

Put on your nicest party dress
It’s time to clean up all your mess
Time to hold your own all alone at a party

I never thought it’d be this hard
Keeping up to play my part
Better stop this car
Get this broken heart off the highway

I’m just as fucked as everyone we know
But it’s different, I feel different, when we’re alone
I’ve lost the perfect day
All dressed up for a piece of white cake

Put on your nicest party dress
It’s time to clean up all your mess
Time to hold your own all alone at a party

I never thought it’d hurt this much
To be the one to fuck things up
Better stop this car
Get this broken heart off the highway

“White Picket Fence” or “The Tallest Tree” demo

This is an old demo from 2013. I really like this song, but I’m not sure how it should be arranged. I sat on it for too long, and now I don’t know how to play it any more. Time to bring it back to life!

“White Picket Fence” or “The Tallest Tree”

She wakes up
Draws a bath
Makes the bed while he gets dressed
Tailored coat
Blue silk tie
Fix his collar, kiss goodbye

Comb your hair
Wash your face
Make sure everything’s in its place
Lock the door
He works late
Won’t be home til half past eight

The bath was warm
The bed was made
The walls were painted custom beige
Keep it quiet
Modest taste
That’s how she liked it, the old fashioned way

The tallest tree
Looks so strong
Dropping leaves without a sound
Twisted root
Grows entwined
Choking everything inside

The bath was warm
The bed was made
The walls were painted custom beige
Keep it quiet
Modest taste
That’s how she liked it, the old fashioned way

We collect
Sadness so sweet
From the trees that gently weep
Photographs
Things she touched
How she acted, how she looked

The bath was warm
The bed was made
The walls were painted custom beige
Keep it quiet
Modest taste
That’s how she liked it
That’s how she liked it
That’s how she liked it
That’s how she liked it

The bath was warm
The bed was made
The walls were painted custom beige
Peace and quiet
No mistsakes
That’s how she liked it, the old fashioned way

Grocery Store Song song diary

I’m so frustrated by my songwriting and my non-process. But here’s something for the books.

working title: Grocery Store Song
inspiration: the anxiety i get before going to the grocery store

Stay in bed like you always do
Windows shut, so no one hears you
you checked online, no one misses you

chorus
So you keep it all inside

You don’t like the things they like
The great outdoors or pictures of food
the most beautiful times are when your eyes are closed

chorus

No one cares
About your made up world
So don’t talk about it
Or mutter to yourself

This is not your planet
How did you end up

Losing this sad fight
Keep it all inside

“Common Disaster” early song

I didn’t produce anything new today, or anything “postable.” I mostly practiced my violin music and thought about the lyrics I wrote yesterday…I know it’s not much. So I posted ths old song instead.

I wrote and recorded this song in 2006/2007. It’s one of the first songs I ever wrote. At the time I knew this talented producer Jeff Winning who was willing to record me for free! Sometimes we don’t know how lucky we are. My brother Hyoun played cello, and my friend Pete Kontos played guitar. Oh the memories! Also, my voice was very different back then! Hope you enjoy it!

“Common Disaster”

You make me nervous when you look at me like that
A common course disaster falling off the track
If I’m too much for you to know
Just go your own way, I’ll let it go

The truth in dreams I see it slipping out of sight
Just grasping straws it makes me tired I got no fight
Doesn’t take too much to pull me down
Just turn around you won’t want me around

You are too perfect and it scares me when I break
If happiness comes quickly then how long does it take
For you to see, you don’t need me
You only like me when I’m clear
I’m only like that half the year

“Jump Girl Jump” original song

I was actually able to write a song today, yay! I tried to use imagery from Peter Pan in this song. I’ll keep working on it.

Working Title: “Jump Girl Jump”
Inspiration: peter pan

Where did you learn to fly?
Are you the last of your kind?
I heard a tapping at my window
And there you were a ray of light

Covered in leaves and mud
You told me, I need someone
like you to help me
figure some things out

(chorus)
Jump girl jump
You gotta jump to follow me
Oh honey you’ll be fine
I do this all the time

You showed me your wounds
Then I took care of you
I bit my tongue too much to count
But I’ll figure it out

But you couldn’t understand
Why I always fell down
And the sound of the ticking clock
Got too close

chorus

Those years by your side
I never learned to fly
But for what its worth
You’re the only one of  your kind

I know I promised you
I’d always tell the truth
But the words aren’t coming strong
You best move on

chorus

 

“Sirens of NY” original song

 

I wrote this song about 5 years ago. I wrote it as a tribute to people who died too young. The Elliott Smith references are the most prominent, but each verse is about a specific person. First verse is Elliott, second verse is Jeff Buckley, and the third verse is about a college classmate who has the same name as I do.

Sirens of NY

There’s a basement on a hill
And I’m looking for it still
Lookin to get lost—lookin for help
And bull by the tree
Who I’d really like meet
But he’s happy there just sittin by himself

And when I tell you I’m not myself
I’m just trying to be like everyone else
Trying to make things easy
People telling me it’s okay
They like me better this way
There’s nothing wrong with me

Do you remember when we met?
My shoes all soakin wet
Always runnin somewhere far away from here
We heard the Sirens of NY
And they broke my tender heart
And we prayed they’d live forever through our tears

And when I tell you I’m not myself
I’m just tryin to be like everyone else
Trying to make things easy
People telling me it’s okay
They like me better this way
There’s nothing wrong with me

There was  a man who made us see
The one thing we could never believe
And he tried to cure us sinners when he died
But a girl in Hingham Park
She figured him out
But nothing could prepare us for what we’d find

And when I tell you I’m not myself
I’m just trying to be like everyone else
Trying to make things easy
People telling me it’s okay
They like me better this way
But I think something’s wrong with me

There’s a basement on a hill
And I’m lookin for it still

transcription “We Don’t Own It” by Joan As Policewoman

I love this song, but when I first heard it, it was too hard for me to figure out. Even with this video! Luckily, I’ve actually gotten better at the guitar (mostly thanks to Earle Pughe), and now that I can read music (on the guitar), I may have a chance of learning this. This is only the beginning of the transcription, but even getting to this point takes me almost 2 hrs. That’s embarrasing to say, but I haven’t transcribed or arranged in at least 3 years. It’ll take me even more time to write it out with the correct form, add chords…maybe even tab? (shudder).

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Song in 4/4
Intro: 1 + 4 + 4
Verse: 4 + 4 + (2/4) 1
Chorus: 5 + 5
Interlude: 4 + (2/4) 1
Verse: 4 + 4 + (2/4) 1
Chorus: 5 + 5
Out: 4 + 4 + 1