In going though old recordings of mine from years ago I stumbled across this song that I recorded in the dining room of my little duplex on Clairemont Avenue the summer of 2006. I wrote this song nine years ago and it feels oddly applicable to my life now; I am a prophetess.
It was sometime in the wee hours of the morning that I sat down and recorded myself singing and playing a new song I was working on. I rarely write songs on the guitar and so I was particularly invested in getting the song "captured" as it were. I used GarageBand and only the internal mic on my laptop. Afterwards I went back in and added some accordion (badly), backing vocals, and some piano. I love the ambulance in the beginning; I almost stopped the recording to wait for it to pass but decided to plow on. I'm glad I did.
It's best listened to on headphones.
I love this little song and I just thought I'd share here for posterity.
Here are the lyrics if you're so inclined:
You are no closer to better
Look at the tumbling
Ground is broken
Please don’t come any nearer
You burned up in your leaving
Careful, you might not get better
Just ‘cause you moved
Your location
Still you will write all your letters
And hope for change
But don’t change too much
We tried, we tried
But those violets died
You only see me in fragments
Bits and pieces
Under your lens
How could you even have noticed?
When you only
Saw everyone
Else?
Everyone else.
We tried, we tried
But those violets died
I tried, I tried
And now you hide.