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Wanna critique my song? Recording and lyrics.


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OK, its not actually a new song. Written and recorded about 2 years ago but its the only thing I have for critique right now. I've written tons (the bulk of my oeuvre) since then but through some pretty crummy circumstances haven't really gotten a chance to record since then.

 

The bass sounds a little funny in the beginning but overall I think the production is not bad for a home recording. Vocals are completely dry.

 

Not on Holiday

 

Here are the lyrics.

 

Not On Holiday

 

Salty from the mix ups after life

You grope and grab your way back to the kite

 

Part the mist with kitten hairs and ears

Arrest the beat, obliterate their tears

 

Run away to sand and shifty wind

And gauge your luck by gobbling dexadrine

 

 

She says

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Beowulf

 

Thanks for the response. I'm kind of partial to the ending and I think the song needed another part to it. The main part of the song is only two chords and it is just the same shape moving up and down a half step. Do you think the ending might be better if the arrangement were done with guitars instead of strings or horns?

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I really like it, actually. It's very unique, and quite catchy. I'm also a big fan of the lyrics. If I could make one comment, it's that the melody is good, but it stays the same throughout the whole song. I like the ending too. Very uplifting, yet depressing at the same time.

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doode. you read my stuff; here's me returning the favor (though I bet you'll wish I hadn't).

 

 

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Not On Holiday

 

Salty from the mix ups after life

You grope and grab your way back to the kite

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cadence seems weird in the second line. I keep reading it as "back to kite." It's prolly cuz the lines are almost the same meter and my brain is making them equal.

 

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Part the mist with kitten hairs and ears

Arrest the beat, obliterate their tears

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mentioning kittens wins you some "high school poetry points," but that line seems too precious.

 

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Run away to sand and shifty wind

And gauge your luck by gobbling dexadrine

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I've absoultely no idea what any of these means. Dexadrine's a cool word though.

 

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She says no one minds if you should try

Lift up your shirt and toss your tie

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where'd this mood come from? Is this something on the run from an Alan Jackson song?

 

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Momma is a myth that you embrace

Spread on your body and shoved in your face

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okay couplet, but it doesn't relate to anything. Seems very obscene fer a maternal reference. Not that that's wrong, but...

 

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We just look down when she says that

Bang on the table to cover our laughs

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okay now we got some narrative here.

 

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Stretching muscles, moving only right

Launch our flesh into the overnight

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okay some sex/physicality imagery. Where's this from?

 

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Breaking even that is always key

Echoes from the past dont bother me

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weird shift in voice. you've gotten very colloquial all of a sudden.

 

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So there's nothing left to amplify the noise

Of chip shot luck and yellow cushion toys

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another shift in voice and imagery.

 

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Maybe it's better if I just open up

Laugh my ass off and spill my guts

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and again. it's almost like you can't determine if you want these lyrics to be super erudite or very matter of fact. I'm lost here.

 

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Keep every woman that I've ever seen

Unravelling in the clutches of my daydreams

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more high school poetry.

 

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Prancing around and talking just enough

To grease my wheels for each and every loss

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huh?

 

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Dancing round my morning brush and shave

To keep my mouth straight and my rhythms strange

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yep.

 

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Everything is on a steady keel

Not dropped or shaky, ticking out of sync

 

I'm not confused, I'm not on holiday

I'm not depressed or floating from the fray...from the fray

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sure. Well, what can I say--these are all over the place. no one mood. no one voice. no one perspective. no one narrative. just random couplets of verying meter, rhyme, intent, and quality. it's okay to be obscure, but if you choose to do that, stay obscure in the same fashion. is this a narrative or an invective? A litany or a slice-of-life? I couldn't tell you. It doesn't maintain a consistent mood--the closest thing I could ascertain is a vague hint of nostolgia. sorry, but you asked me to.

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