Vince and I (the "acoustic" duo known - limitedly - as Close) are going to start recording again. Here is a song i've been working on. The chord structure is solid - i just need to practice it to get it more fluid. There are lots of open chords picked in odd positions. Lyrically, I've got the first two verses as heard here:
and yes, i am beat boxing. i had some wine.
It tasted slightly of bloodthe last verse is something like this[not heard on the recording for the sake of not having to listen to me mumble over uncertain chorus]:
and bitter consent
laying my head in this river of love
I let go
Betting the odds on a bed
and a long ride home
the tickets aren't cheap [awkward phrasing on the recording here - must fix it]
but they're going for free
just let go.
You heard me call your nameThe idea or image i have in my head is of someone who keeps getting shot in battle in order to get sent home to his (or her, i guess) love, no matter the risks... only to have it not work out with the inevitable head shot. or IED.
when they called my number
Honey, I'm sorry. I'm not coming home from this war.
Inspired (thus far) by Alan Alda in M*A*S*H.