Atypical Love Song

The Lyrics:

Blue eyes
Pull me closer
Clear skies
Shining full of stars
Lost hearts
Find your rest now
Soon I'll
Find my way home

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If the wind called my name
Would you kiss the sky?
If heaven gave you wings
Would you fly to me?

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I'm coming home.


The Story:

Let me talk about the music to this one a little bit before I start delving into meaning. I'm happy to report that I am more satisfied with my singing and my vocal tone on this track, but I can definitely hear places where I need improvement. There are certain points where I wanted to do a really cool vocal scream (a la Chris Cornell), but it was for naught. I still need more time / practice refining my tone before I start working on new styles. I think the guitar part is reasonably well put together, though there doesn't seem to be anything outwardly complex about it. I wanted to make it more complicated, more complex, more intricate, but ultimately I decided that a sort of "slow flow" was the best route for this particular song. I'd like to point out that I am happy with the sounds of everything, considering that my recording box managed to get dropped again...I'll probably be replacing the little bugger soon, even after all that years of work he's put in. Now, about the meaning of the song...

The title is "Atypical Love Song," for several reasons. First, there's no explicit "I love you" mentioned in the song. Second, there is no chorus to speak of. I'm not troubled by this; I have no complaints about a more free-form approach. Third, the song is very sparse with regards to the lyrics. This was done deliberately, to (hopefully) give the song a more open and free atmosphere. As usual, I'm not going to offer an interpretation of the lyrics here. If you want to talk about them please feel free to email me. Let me point out one more thing before I go. I was watching M*A*S*H yesterday (don't ask me why, it just happened to be on the TV), and something really profound was said. A doctor was speaking to a wounded soldier who a lso happened to be a very gifted pianist. He had recently lost the use of his right arm, and had fallen into a sort of depression about his inability to play. During the course of their conversation, the doctor said, "I can play the notes, but I can't make music. The song in your heart is what makes the piano sing, not your hands." That really inspired me...I always hope to be making music, not simply playing notes.