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On Episode 6 we get tripped up on cantrips before Joshua David MG gives us a songwriting prompt that'll make you ask: Did they just write the songs of the summer??? If you'd like downloadable files for this episode (and the demos we showed off), you can go to our Bandcamp or website to pay-what-you-want to support us!
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Challenge: "Did I just write the song of the summer???"
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BUG'S SONG
Title: Loud and Clear
Lyrics:
You're playin' DJ on our road trip and my ears are going numb
It's taking every bit of patience not to mute it with my thumb
maybe pretend that it malfunctioned and I'll fix it when we stop
but then you say "this one's my favorite" and you crank the volume knob
Why do you like this stuff, I haven't got a clue
what made a middle class big city girl like only country tunes
you don't square dance in your Daisy Dukes or line up in your boots
and you you ain't ever seen the inside of a country town saloon
I've tried to give it all a chance, I promise you I did
but I can't tell when one song ends and when the next hit song begins
twenty minutes in... lets just call it what it is
every hit song of the summer sounds a little bit like this:
a big bar crowd sing-a-long
a four-chord kinda country song
where the chorus always mentions beer
and the title, the title hits loud and clear
Its always so repetitive, they've got nothing to say
every aspect is generic, every lyric feels cliché
I respect the men and women and the instruments they play
but the hacks that they are backing have put all their skills to waste
cause the stars are all so similar, so handsome, could it be
another well-connected white boy up and moved to Tennessee
Has a network out in Nashville, plays a chord or two or three
add a fourth and ride a horse and you can end up on TV singin'
But did you ever think...
[See website for remaining lyrics!]
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MATT'S SONG
Title: Comparing Yourself to a Sillhouette
Lyrics:
Amelia was born on a saturday night
in the heat of july in the heart of america
and while the city slept, her mother showed her the sky
and speckles of starlight settled on her eyes and little Amelia Earhart knew one day she would fly
No that's not what happened
Can someone tell me why we obsessively mythologise real people, real lives like this
Like no one truly exists unless they live between the lines
of a fairy story someone writes?
Is it not enough for someone just to have lived, you know?
And to have lived extraordinarily?
Amelia 'melia, please
Come back to earth some time
I'm dangling here by a wire
And it doesn't feel like flying.
Do you think jesus understood that it wasn't enough to be a good man?
To be wise and patient and kind?
Do you think he knew that in order for his message to outlive him he would have to be canonised, and to be canonised he would have to die before his time?
Or was that narrative thrust upon him
Against his will
By a disciple who loved the message more than the man
And who knew that humans don't trust humans
We trust gods
And so this all too human friend of his would have to
Whether he wanted to or not
Become a god
Or be forgotten
And here I am, trying to be the best version of me that I can
Comparing myself to these silhouettes who
In the way they're presented at least
Didn't exist
Thinking that because I don't have a narrative
Because you couldn't project my story on the screen
That somehow makes me less real
And the thing is
I don't think I'm accepting that
I think i'm trying to turn myself into a story
To see myself as I see them
As only a silhouette