Week 15, Song 15
"she can't help"
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This past week found me fighting with a sore throat and working 12 hour days. Yet I still found time to pen this week’s heartbreaker. Sure, it was 3AM last night when I finished the lyrics. But hey? Who says insomnia can’t be a productive?
This is a slow song. A bittersweet song I think. (are you noticing a theme in my work yet?). It’s called She Can’t Help. A song who’s lyrics are describing someone. Maybe someone like someone you know. A lonely heart. The verses are speaking of her. Then the chorus does the same by tries to pull an ounce of hope into the situation. And the bridge is the narrator’s plea of involvement. I guess you could call it a ballad. But it’s not a lovey dovey one. It’s a tough one. This song may require a second listening to sink in.
I decided to go back to simplicty recording this week. The gentle acoustic progression that came out made that seem appropriate. At first I tried the usual techniquue of singing directly in the unidircectional mic and guitar direct. But it didn’t really carry the emotion of this one. So i switched to my omini-directional mic just recording a performance. ( I think this is Take 12 or 14)
Also on this week's show is The Inklings "Starlight" - a beautiful almost country like song off of our old "Room On Venus" CD.
"she can't help"
"Every time, that you pray,
Who will pull you through
With the biggest hear, on a string
Rising in the air
Shake you head, at the thought
Of being incomplete.
The traveler's tired, needs a rest.
But don't let her fall asleep.
She can't help but guess,
It comes effortless.
She can't help but see,
Everything, as tragedy.
Wake up cold, in the sheets
No one to warm you usp.
Another fine day, slips away.
Remenisce, endlessly.
For everything it's worth
The ghost moves on, fianlly
Now she can be at peace.
She can't help but guess,
It comes effortless.
She can't help but see,
Everything, as tragedy.
Waking up to find
You've been truly blind.
From far away from here
To the now, that is cyrstal clear
(bridge)
Hard as I try, to read your mind
As hard as I wish, to be by your side
Wanna wrap you up, in arms so tight
Is it ever to late, to try?
Your glass half full, half empty
Wanna pour it down the drain
Refill it up, with something sweet
And sip it cautiously
But bite your tongue, think your thoughts
Think no one wants to hear.
Maybe love's not left, it's just changed
Into a soaring butterfly.
She can't help but guess,
It comes effortless.
She can't help but see,
Everything, as tragedy.
Waking up to find
You've been truly blind.
From far away from here
To the now, that is cyrstal clear
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