Vom Vorton / FAWM 2018 Archive

1. There's No "Me" in "Utopia"

2017-02-01 @ 12:23pm
tags: indie-rock shimmery

I thought of this title a few days ago and did that usual pre-FAWM routine of trying not to let my brain write any of it until this morning!

Probably at least slightly inspired by watching the film 'Tomorrowland' last week.

Lyrics

if your perfect world has just one flaw
it’s the crack in your smile when I knock at your door
your aura of love is almost infinite
but it’s not big enough to include me in it

there’s a cap on your cornucopia
there’s no “me” in “utopia”

from my fallen face, you can surely tell
that your paradise is my vision of hell
because I’m the one thing that can’t cross your borders
and you’re giving me my marching orders

you’re a diamond to my zirconia
could I feel any phonier?
there’s a cap on your cornucopia
there’s no “me” in “utopia”

can it be I’m your only phobia?
do you suffer from me-opia?
there’s a cap on your cornucopia
there’s no “me” in “utopia”

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2. Primordial Slime

2017-02-02 @ 09:46am
tags: anger garage-rock punk political resist

Looks like I woke up angry this morning.
I wrote the first four lines of this song during National Solo Album Writing Month (November) but I guess I wasn't quite mad enough at that point to come up with the rest. Cut to February and I'm writing and recording this BEFORE BREAKFAST. For fuck's sake. Going to go and angrily eat some crumpets now.

Lyrics

we want to believe that we’ll be fine
we’re moving forward all the time
but look closer and you’ll find
we’re sinking backwards into slime
we think we’re making progress when
the world turns back to hate again
one step forward, eight steps back
a war on trust, a heart attack

reinforce your self-destruction
build new borders, new obstructions
an eagle cutting off its wings
we never learn anything

we feed the rich, rob from the weak
we give the fascists room to speak
but cut the wounded off in flight
to ask them if the leader’s right
all backing to the inquisition
agree with the opposition
echo lies, print the absurd
the truth is now a dirty word

reinforce your self-destruction
build new borders, executive orders
an eagle cutting off its wings
we never learn anything
burning down your place of prayer
rubber bullets clear the air
waving banners, it’s a race
to punch ourselves in the face

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3. In My Dreams

2017-02-03 @ 03:37pm
tags: rock slightly-shoegazey week1

I recorded most of this one on Wednesday after finishing my first song but I couldn't figure out what to do with it. Since I've been struggling to get anything started today at all, I revisited it and used the weekly challenge for inspiration.

Lyrics

at night when the day is done
and nothing is quite what it seems
I can still talk to you
in the comfort of my dreams

in my dreams

you’re not really here any more
we occupy different streams
I can still be with you
in the comfort of my dreams

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4. This Fortified Island

2017-02-08 @ 05:36pm
tags: acoustowhateverpop dystopian casiocore

Honestly, I have no idea what this is supposed to be. On to the next one, I guess!

Lyrics

you’ll learn how to jump on the hallowed leader’s say-so
(don’t ask for explanations)
he’s building a base in a hollowed-out volcano
(technically, it’s its own nation)

we’ve built the ideal world
all we need is your silence
you’ll be happy here
on this fortified island

we all have a place in this perfect community
(just keep your mouth shut)
just don’t be tempted by any talk of mutiny
(be happy with what you’ve got)

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5. If I Were A Millionaire

2017-02-11 @ 10:49am
tags: ss11c superskirmish skirmish bad millionaire

I was keen to do a skirmish this morning to get my head "back in the game", but judging by this, the game is long lost and I never even knew the rules. If this is the first song of mine that you hear, please don't let it put you off trying another, haha.

Lyrics

if I were a millionaire
there’d be cats simply everywhere
lying around and scratching at stuff
robot butlers to pick up the fluff
if I were a millionaire
I’d have golden streaks in my hair
which I’d get cut every three days
to stop it from getting in my face

my house would be made out of money
I’d rebuild it every sunday
I’d keep buying new things
and I’d keep building new wings

if I were a millionaire
I’d travel only by air
you’d envy my zeppelin fleet
I’d order you to kiss my feet
if I were a millionaire
I’d buy all the stocks and shares
I’d be paranoid and untrusting
I’d be fucking disgusting

my pockets would always be full
my life would never be dull
I’d invest in every new fad
surely I’d never be sad?
my only fear would be
those who were richer than me
and crippling loneliness
yeah, my life is the best

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6. Heavy Breakfast

2017-02-11 @ 11:50am
tags: skirmish superskirmish ss11d post-rock instrumental

Ah, that's more like it. Sorry for whinging about the quality of my last song! I was still waking up.

Featuring the debut of my new melodica, replacing one that broke many years ago during a house move. This one is cheaper and doesn't sound as nice but EFFECTS!

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7. I am so over you

2017-02-14 @ 09:53am
tags: collab alt-rock vocals indie-rock

I updated it With @vomvorton s awesome music/vocals

Lyrics

I have to leave this early so I don't loose my head
(So) When sunrise approaches I leave you in bed
The burning things inside me Tells me I must go
And you know ….

Chorus: If I could stay
I wouldn't do
The sky is so dull
And so are you

2.I don't look for solutions
This is just the way I am
My urge just for body heat
Like a child is drawn to jam
But as soon as jars empty
The children's wanna go
And you know ….
Chorus:
If I could stay
I wouldn't do
The sky is so dull
And we are so trough

3. When friday night approaches
LIke cats when on heat
Looking for desperation
Like dogs look for treat
And as soon as sun rises
I really need to go
Course you know...

Ouro chorus
Chorus:
If I could stay
I (Still) wouldn't do
The sky is so gray
I am so over you

(C) Maddie Larsson 2017

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8. The Death of a Loveseat

2017-02-16 @ 02:40am
tags: spoken-word lyrics-only poetry lovecraft horror thriller steampunk

My brother posted a photograph on his Facebook page of a pile of boards. The caption read: Death of a Loveseat. It won't eat anyone else. This happened. I'm so sorry.

vom: I couldn't resist recording a version of this! I initially tried to do a Vincent Price impression but it was beyond rubbish, so hopefully my own voice will suffice :)
Various sound effects pinched from freesound.org!

Lyrics

Death of a Loveseat

Was an evening like this, slight chill and quite dreary
I expected a friend to drop by, my pal Larry
Weekly, he’d come round at half past four
He’d stay for dinner and a few minutes more

We’d chat about the daily news
The what’s whats, how hows, and who whose
However, If I had known about the coming fright
I may not have let him inside that night

As we retired to the parlor for brandy
I grabbed the papers I had handy
The daily news and the houston chronicle
And as I was adjusting my monical

A scream cut the air! “What are you doing?”
Then crunching and munching and grinding and chewing?
As I crossed the threshold of the parlor door
There was no sign of Larry anywhere anymore

He hadn’t snuck past me, no that horrid hollar
Definetly came from this parlor
And the the loveseat caught my eye
Uh...is it grinning? And is that grin wry?

Like the fallen feather of a canary devoured by the cat
Just next to the loveseat on the floor lay Larry’s hat.
And his shoe, the sock trailed up the side of the couch
And then there was half of Larry like he was stuffed in a pouch

A-fear-ed for his life, i leapt into action
Braced my feet against the loveseat for traction
I pulled like Rabbit in Winnie the Pooh
And when that didn’t work, I tried pushing, too.

But my half of Larry not already eaten
Was lifeless and cold, he had been beaten.
I paused for a moment, to aknowledge my greif
Then I thought of a way that would insure my relief.

To the toolbox with hammer, prybar and saw
I’ll be rid of this sofa for once and for all
The boards lay piled in a heap on the floor
And the man eating loveseat existed no more

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9. Royal Blood

2017-02-17 @ 01:41pm
tags: week2 dream-pop indiepop fairytale

I was really excited about the Week 2 challenge, as I've been taking piano lessons for almost a year now and it seemed like a fun use for some of the classical pieces I've been learning. And so, I recorded this song - based around Beethoven's Eroica Variations - last weekend, only to completely draw a blank on lyric ideas.

Ideas finally started flowing today and, to make sure I didn't lose momentum, I recorded these vocals on my lunch break. They're slightly rushed but it feels good to have this one out the door, hopefully in advance of a more productive weekend!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eroica_Variations

Lyrics

she had the horse, but then of course
they had to give her hope
but when she took him out to ride
they kept them on a rope
and every night, she slept beneath
the clear and open sky
but watched all night by a changing guard
they never told her why

she never knew her father
but he knew her location
his only heir was unprepared
for her unknown vocation
if she had known that royal blood
flowed within her veins
perhaps she wouldn’t have escaped
with saddle, shoes and reins

so she ran
and she rode
through the trees and out into the world

he wanted to protect her
he didn’t understand
that she wanted more than twenty-four
square miles of untouched land
he treated her like fragile glass
he never dared go near
and now he’s lost the only thing
that he ever held dear

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10. The Future's Not What It Used To Be

2017-02-18 @ 03:05pm
tags: random-collab alt-country indie-rock

Tom: I was paired with @tsunamidaily for the random collaborations, and suggested this title, having pinched it from the (absolutely excellent and extremely underrated) sci-fi romance film 'Happy Accidents'. I received back these marvelous (slightly tongue-twistery!) lyrics and the rest is HISTORY.

time: i have been either working tremendously or suffering from the flu for a bit, but i want to finally say what a pleasure it was to get that lyrical cue from Tom. it is similar to something that would have struck me (being from alabama, i would have used "aint," in a country type song, most likely). the bulk of the lyrics were written on one day with the bridge and the twistiest line in the song ("but if what has come is what we're yet to see") on the next day. this is an awesome setting here. a great random collab, in my opinion.

Lyrics

used to be you could expect to make
more than your folks
now what you pay versus what you take's
more like a joke
like peering through the fog is plain to see--
the future's not what it used to be.

used to be that the more things changed
the more they stayed th'same
not really strengthened, more like stranged
in more than just name
machines can do so much but set us free--
the future's not what it used to be.

the future's not what it used to be
all others tense besides
the clock on the whole is a cruel machine,
the turning of the tides.
the present is absent what it will be
opened at the moment
you are there to see what you will see-- <>
the future's not what it used to be.

nowadays there's a price you pay
in more than just time
you can aim to have something to say
and not just rhyme
but if what has come is what we're yet to see--
the future's not what it used to be.

present is passed
future to come
past went fast
where is the sum.
while the sum of "me"'s constitutes our "we,"
the future's not what it used to be.

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11. Met a Horse

2017-02-18 @ 05:52pm
tags: pop-punk punk horse short best-song-ever

http://vomvorton.co.uk/music/fawm17/horse.jpg

horse: promise me one thing, vom
vom: anything, horse
horse: write the dumbest song in the world about this

Lyrics

met a horse
didn’t think to ask its name
met a horse
nothing’s gonna be the same

we connected with amazing force
met a horse met a horse met a horse

wrote a song
about the time I met a horse
this is that song
for better, or for worse

the song continues after this pause
…
meta horse meta horse meta horse

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12. Catlessness

2017-02-19 @ 05:14pm
tags: catcore sad lament fuc

http://vomvorton.co.uk/music/fawm17/henry.jpg

I was really excited for my tenth FAWM, but on the 12th of January we lost our lovely cat Henry after a series of ailments and struggles. While he never showed @mojo's interest in actually contributing to my songs musically, he was a frequent topic of songwriting and I probably have enough Henry songs to compile an album (or at least an EP). Needless to say, this has cast a shadow over February a little... I knew I needed to write this song but it's been hard to actually do it.

Henry was diagnosed as diabetic a couple of years ago and for those last years of his life we gave him two injections a day - in addition to making sure he ate properly, and sometimes having to feed him honey when his blood sugar levels were off balance. As such, we were rarely apart - any little bit of downtime in the day and I'd always find myself checking on him. It's hard now to explain how it feels not to have him around but this song is my attempt.

For the last year-and-a-bit of his life he was able to become an outdoor cat again after a couple of years of indoor dwelling and it makes me really happy that he got to explore the garden in our new house, drink from the neighbour's pond and chase the other neighbour's cats when they got too close.

RIP Henry, ~2001 - 2017.

Lyrics

I wake in the morning and don’t feel quite right
I know something’s missing; I don’t need the light
under the covers it’s safe and hot
but I am in bed, and you are not

and then, from the kitchen, the morning looks stunning
but I open the fridge, and nothing comes running
I pause and lose my train of thought
I’m having breakfast, and you are not

during last night’s film, projector softly hissing
I could almost forget that there was something missing
but there’s only a cushion in your favourite spot
I’m on the sofa, and you are not

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13. Fadeaway

2017-02-22 @ 08:22pm
tags: dystopian drone synth four-track tape worldwide 4-track analog cassette

In order of recording:
@phlex - drums
@anonymouse - synth
@marvsmooth - bass
@vomvorton - vocoder

I (vom) ended up doing two mixes of this, first by adding effects 'live' as I mixed on the four-track, and second by dumping the four dry tracks to my PC and mixing in Reaper with some volume / filter automation and stuff (if anyone wants the raw tracks to play with, let me know).

The version in the player above is the digitally-enhanced one, this one is the "through a guitar delay pedal" one: http://vomvorton.co.uk/music/fawm17/FAWM2017_Tape12_FadeAway_v2.mp3

I can't work out which I like more, the end result is fairly similar though: wild synth-drone madness! And may I note here for posterity that the noise that @anonymouse makes right at the very end is the best thing I've ever heard.

Lyrics

you are on the inside
getting stronger every day
I am on the outside
watching you fade away

you were selected for your special ability
carried away to a hidden facility
no visits, they said no phone calls or letters
you were never unwell but they said they were making you better

in the streets the people crowd and cheer
the new scientific sensation came from here
the photos that they use are all archive
who can say if you are still alive

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14. Perfect Scents

2017-02-24 @ 07:26pm
tags: acoustowhateverpop indiepop omnichord week3 week4 punshine

Haha, this was so much fun! I've had the vague idea stuck in my head since the Week 3 challenge popped up but I couldn't quite figure it out. Luckily there's a Week 4 challenge now to help.

I was inspired to get my Omnichord out by @w1n.

Lyrics

She said she’d never understand my love of robotics
long nights in the laboratory made her psychotic
I asked her why
she responded eventually
“none of your inventions
ever make sense to me!”

So of course, as a scientist, I had to investigate
instead of coming home early, I stayed even more late
She asked me why
I said I had an idea
“Just a little
more patience, dear!”

And so, in a blindfold, I took her to work
would this placate her, or send her berserk?
she said
“what is that machine?
with the levers, and vents?”
I said
that makes perfect scents…

a relationship that once seemed doomed
saved by the scent of the sweetest perfume

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15. My Heart is a Timebomb

2017-02-26 @ 04:18pm
tags: rock keytar

This song had a slightly awkward progression from "idea" to "complete" - I had the concept and a couple of lines but then I ran into another FAWM song based on a very similar idea and abandoned it for a while. Then when I picked it up again I couldn't work out what kind of song it should be, and I toyed with a couple of keyboard-heavy ideas, mostly at a much lower tempo than this one. It felt like it dragged though, so I started working on an uptempo rock version and now I really like it! A happy ending. Unlike the lyric, which is pretty bleak, really. Haha.

I dug out my Yamaha SHS-10 keytar after @fourzeroes mentioned wanting one on the forums and it sounds a lot nicer than I remembered (especially through a delay), so it handles keyboard duties here and on another song that is off elsewhere being collaborated on! The sounds used here are 'saxophone' (main riff) and 'celesta' (on the chorus).

http://www.keytarcentral.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/yamaha-shs10.jpg

Lyrics

the doctor says I’m sick
stethoscope to my chest, all she hears is a tick
where there should be a beat
she signs my forms, kicks me out on the street

and I know it makes me a danger to be with
and I know it makes me a stranger to my friends
but it’s somehow kinda comforting to know
exactly how my life will end

so now I spend my days
keeping out of the way, in a confined space
the doctors say the explosion
won’t do too much harm if the right place is chosen

I’m not saying I like the situation
just looking for an upside to my sacrifice
it’s not ideal, but I can’t help the way I feel
my heart is a timebomb, jesus christ

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16. The Nature Documentary

2017-02-27 @ 09:31am
tags: indiepop offbeat-guitars stylophone keytar

VV: After our first collaboration, back in FAWM 2015, @owl and I carried on working together and made a bunch of tracks in the months that followed. Due to a variety of factors, though, this is our first track together since the Shangri-Las homage we did during last year's FAWM. Hopefully this will inspire a New Wave Of Productivity! Keep an eye on the SoundCloud and we'll see: https://soundcloud.com/vowl-sounds

Musically, this sprang from that keyboard melody which popped into my head the other day (and I have played here on my Yamaha SHS-10 keytar again!) and it also sees the debut of my new ride cymbal, which I got cheaply on eBay and picked up from a village called Quorn on Saturday morning. "What's Quorn like?", I hear you say. Well, it's a bit like Turkey, but you can tell the difference.

owl: It's a funny coincidence about Quorn because there is actually a small village near Madison called Textured Vegetable Protein.

I love Vom's keytar riff in this song, and I was happy to bust out my annoying stylophone, which I had forgotten about this month up until now!

Lyrics

Meet Mary Anne, she's on her way to the pharmacy
Two kids with heads full of nits, out of three
So she'll go and get a comb and a box or two of RID
That should do it--that's what the principal said
Charlie's watching the kids for the afternoon
Thank God cause they've been whining, whining
Her head is itching just a little bit too
But it's probably paranoia, or that new shampoo

Or so she hopes

She looks out the window at the bones of some homes that they're building
Soon they'll be filled with mothers just like her
Line the nests with stainless steel and Travertine
Practical choices for budget-minded birds
And now Mary Anne is itching, itching
And she's scratching at her scalp with a growing sense of dread
The turn for the strip mall is coming up in a bit
It crosses her mind to just keep driving instead

And just fly…

She thinks about the nature documentary
About the penguins with eggs held on their feet
Holding very still in the chill of Antarctica
Nothing but their time and the warmth of their hearts to give (Nothing but their stillness to give...)

If she kept driving, driving on
In an hour she could be gone

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17. The Legend Of The Hot Chili Pepper Girl

2017-02-28 @ 03:50am
tags: surf 4track collab

This one started in the Netherlands, went to the UK, then over to the US to Oklahoma, and ended on the 27th in Michigan.

Recorded on a real cassette tape, one part at a time. The tape is then sent snail mail to the next person (unless the first two live at the same house, lol). This is old school collaboration!! You never know what the song will sound like until the end.

***This account gathers all of the 4-track songs in one place. Be sure to check out the songs on all of the song writing contributors pages too!!

Euro/US **Tape 3**
Bass - @alboe (Netherlands)
Guitar - @vomvorton (UK)
Lyrics/Vocals - @bachelorb (Oklahoma)& @arthurrossi (Austria)
Drums - @zecoop (Michigan)

Lyrics

Hot chilly pepper girl (needs music)

She´s no one that you could know
in the way of knowing…
Just by her naughty look…
she´ll keep your desires growing

(Chorus)
Her looks are like fire,
her kiss is like poison,
you feel the hell and horizon,
As she carries you away…

you feel a thousand years passing
like a single day…

Many think they know her,
and read her like a book
and when they think they own her,
they're just a fish on her hook…

(Chorus)
Her look is like fire,
her kiss is like poison,
you feel the hell and horizon,
As she carries you away…

you feel a thousand years passing
like a single day…

Now they are just drunkards,
and are thought as freaks…
but they were just victims
of the havoc she wreaks…
I'm telling the legend…
of the hot chilly pepper girl….

her hug is like blessing,
Her smile is sweet desire,
But your just adding firewood
To your funeral pyre

She´s no one that you could love
you´ll damn the day you met her,
she will keep you starving,
For sure, you`ll never get her,

And before you notice,
you´ll burn in her flames…
you will not remember
your age nor your name

She will take your body,
she will take your soul,
she´ll leave the outer wrapper,
turn you into a doll

And you will be always be hers
even without being…
Wishing with your ghost eyes
… empty and unseeing…

I'm telling you the legend…
of the hot chilly pepper girl….

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18. I Never Knew (see @fourtracktape)

2017-02-28 @ 08:04am
tags: 4-track analog cassette

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19. Let's Go Have Some Fun (see @fourtracktape)

2017-02-28 @ 08:04am
tags: analog cassette 4-track

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20. The World Is Cold And Hard

2017-02-28 @ 11:24am
tags: auntie-sin sin acoustowhateverpop indie-folk

For the Auntie-Sin challenge: http://fawm.org/forums/topic/6885/

This is a synthesis of 'Rude Awakening' by @wobbiewobbit
http://fawm.org/songs/71203/
and 'Like a Brick I Sink' by @jibbidy34
http://fawm.org/songs/75568/

Since the first song was in C major and the second in C minor, I based my song around a chord sequence that goes from the major to the minor. Both songs used acoustic guitars so I stuck with that sound, and used my extremely limited drumming skills in some kind of imitation of the fairly sparse, folky drums in @wobbiewobbit's song (and I kept the 'pips', too!). For the lyrics, I just mashed the two songs together - since they're both about dreams, I figured I could get away with not making too much sense! I'm really pleased with a couple of lines that resulted from my manglement though! For added dream-bonus, I recorded it in my pyjamas.

I also included some stylophone, neither of the tracks I was synthesising had a stylophone but if you listen to both of them at the same time and turn the volume WAY up, you can hear that both singers were thinking about stylophones pretty hard.

I experimented with different methods of recording the drums, with the various microphones I had available. I can confirm that clipping a contact mic onto a ride cymbal sounds ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE.

This was really fun, so happy that this challenge got around to me just in time to fit it in before the end of the month!

Lyrics

deep in dreams of co-dependency
where I know the secret of buoyancy
my friend bob, and his friend bob
and everyone they know
shut me out as wine and laughter flow

sinking into dreams of bricks and radios
old friends stop by to serenade me, oh-oh-oh
nothing's what it seems

happy for days with thoughts of corporate greed
your company is something I don't need
thoughts of frozen houses, swimming crises
if I'm floundering, is it because I'm a pisces?

sinking into dreams of bricks and radios
hit the snooze, where was I gonna go?
where was I now?

you don't care about my bubble!
eight lonely men causing endless trouble.
how can I survive this dystopian nightmare?
is this a shared dream? did I get my full share?

the weather warning promises harsh reality
teeth biting half the world, another odd inequality
but if the winter bursts overnight
how can the homeless sleep if it's always light?

sinking into dreams of tea and kitchens
old friends stop by to pitch in, oh-oh-oh
the world is cold and hard.

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21. Ode to Cassandra

2017-02-28 @ 10:32pm
tags: indie-rock

VV: I think this is my third (?) collaboration with @rayboneor, a gentleman and a songwriting wizard. He wrote the song, I played the instruments, we both sang (but it's mostly him). I'm proud to have acted as an honorary Fresh Spotless Youth again!

Danny: Thanks for bringing your considerable skill and skin unmarked by signs of aging, Tom. I was really stressed out trying to write a lyric under pressure. Hat tip to Ronsard's Mignonne Allons Voir Si la Rose

Lyrics

This was way back before...
The internet
The telephone
The printing press

I was naive and young but
Now I know
What I must have known:
Where flowers go

But we always knew
The earth was round 'cause the moon was, too
They said we'd put a man on the moon
And you and me, we'd fall down
And we'd laugh like children do

We walked the woods and the moon looked down
It saw the ice was thin and my skin was too

Everything I wanted was right there in front of my
Rock paper scissors
I held your hand
Everything I wanted...

Now if you would believe me
I went too far
I went too far
I let your beauty fall

So come let us see the rose
Her eyes wide open
Her pale skin frozen
I went too far

Well I always knew
What was in my hands
It was in my heart, too

I've been around for ages...now I know
Oh now I know where flowers go

Now I know
The rose this morning did bloom
Says all the young lovers are doomed

I always knew
The earth was round 'cause the moon was, too
They said they'd put a man on the moon
And you and me, we'd fall down and laugh like children do

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