Cyndi Lauper – when she sings

I hit a brick wall with my writing yesterday…a couple of decision points in the story just didn’t ring true enough, so I am pondering how this is fixed. I think I know what I can do, but this morning I have let my subconscious work away on the problem while I tried to get vocals somewhere near right on a song or two that I’m working on. So here is the link to When She Sings…a musical version of a poem I wrote after a 2011 gig she did here in Perth…yeah, it’s taken almost 6 years…hope the novel is quicker. I am going to see here again in a couple of months. It will be awesome. The link to my Soundcloud site is below.

When She Sings

A song for all those people who want their groove back! #iwantmygrooveback

This is a simple song – possibly for Malcolm Turnbull (I think he needs his groove back)

Freelancer – Just muckin’ About

An instrumental – for now

Freelancer – On the Underground

Another one – On the Underground

 

Vacant staring into space, I’ve been waiting here so long

Worrying about the morning train, the one already gone

Still thinking of that warm bed, and the girl I kissed goodbye

Before heading out once more, under a dull grey sky

 

His steam-pressed pin-stripe suit, on top of dull scuffed shoes

Staring at the black windows, reflections of commuter blues

Trying not to bump anyone, look no one in the eye

In this still and silent herd, as dull and grey as London’s sky

 

Packed in tight

they’re clutching dreams,

Reality –

it’s not what it seems,

they’re nowhere-bound

on the Underground

 

She’s wearing that mini  skirt and boots, they’re sexy, right up her knees

She’s staring at her reflection, I wonder what it is she sees

A meaning to the tedium, of climbing up the corporate steps

Just one within a faceless crowd, adrift within the city’s depths

Freelancer – The Beach

This is a song for all of you who have a bad day at work. Once again the H6 recorder was used.

 

 

Freelancer – My Funky Bassline

Okay, more music…sort of. This was a performance poem I wrote over 10 years ago that I have put to music. Again on a Zoom H6 recorder.  I can’t get the voice right, but it’s just a little bit of fun.

Lyrics below

 

My Funky Bassline

It was a steamy summer’s day and I had a tortured soul
I was being persecuted by the gods of rock’n’roll
I had a funky bassline captured in my mind
It was trying to escape, there was someone I had to find

I went looking for the Funkster, the only man around
Who could help me make this tune into a groovy sound
There was nothing else to do that could ease my suffering brain
And stop that funky bassline driving me insane

On my way down to his joint I maintained exclusion zones
With my unexploded rhythm vibrating through my bones
And I got the strangest looks from other people on the street
As I walked the paving stones with a syncopated beat

When I reached his place he asked me, ‘How can I help you man?’
And I said ‘I’ve got this funky bassline and I need a helping hand.’
‘No worries mate,’ he told me, ‘I’ll see what I can do,
It’s a crime to find a bassline and fail to follow through.’

So he sat me on his couch and I hummed my funky music
And his face lit at once and he said, ‘YEAH, I can use it!’
He left the room for hours, but then when he returned
He played me the result, some music that he’d burned

He’d mixed guitars and drums with my funky little bass
And my groovy little rhythm had finally found its place
But no sooner had I left him, I was once again afflicted
With a catchy little bassline, it seems that I’m addicted

I hear music all the time and it comes from everywhere
And new rhythms make me nervous and it doesn’t seem quite fair
That I get funky tunes appearing, while the Funkster soothes my soul
And I’m fated to be tortured by the gods of rock’n’roll

 

Music from Freelancer – The Silence

The Silence is my first foray into music…be gentle with me. I ditched the Acoustic Fiasco Project for now (i need to spend more time back on the acoustic guitar first) and decided to progress my Freelancer project which is more electric-based. It needs a bit of work – but for now here it is recorded live on a Zoom H6

Lyrics below

The Silence

He’s just a shadow, just a shade
Basking in the afterglow
Caught between the light and oblivion
He’s got nowhere left to go

Promises that once were made
Cast in solid gold, they said
Promises that disappeared
Just dust upon the wind, long dead

Abandoned on deserted shores
Left to dream for ever more
But all he hears is silence
Searching for that perfect sound
With ghosts and spirits all around
But he just hears the silence

He’s drowning in the fumes of fame
Dreaming of what might have been
Slowly slipping out of sight
Scared that he was never seen

Abandoned on deserted shores
Left to dream for ever more
But all he hears is silence
Searching for that perfect sound
With ghosts and spirits all around
But he just hears the silence

He’s just a shadow, just a shade
Fading in the afterglow
Moving from the light to oblivion
There’s only one place he can go