Houses of Stone

We all build our house of stone

Brick by brick

Safe from harm

We never suspect the ground

...will open up

We all fall down

Something I'm working on. Can't decide whether it's a bit too predictable.

S

Have a listen...

Hey folks,

Spent the last couple of days recording an acoustic demo of "How To Hold A Gun" on my 8-track. It's now up on my BandPage, and you can listen to it here:

http://listn.to/SarahColoso

Enjoy!

:)

...Finished!

...or at least it is until I play it live at Tonic tomorrow and probably go back and re-write half the song. For me, lyrics tend to go through two re-writes:

1) is brought about by that moment when the lyrics go from being written down to sung out loud to myself; nine times out of ten this triggers an embarrassing "that sounded far better in my head" moment...

2) happens when I play a song live for the first time, triggering an even more embarrassing "that sounded far better when I played it to myself in my room" moment.

For now, the song is called "How To Hold A Gun," and is something of a rant about religious extremists/terrorists.

How To Hold A Gun

All are parasites

Feasting on the host

Father, Son and Holy Ghost

Take them while they're young

Teach them how to hate

Teach them how to hold a gun

We dug an earthen grave

And buried reason deep

Though she tried to fight

She soon fell fast sleep

We filled it up again

And marked it with a cross

And never paused to contemplate

The weight of what we'd lost

Father, look this way

Trust in me your might

Teach me how to win the fight

Take me not in vain

You shall hold your tongue

Lest I kill your first born sons

We parted wide the sea

And reason followed in

And when we had escaped

We drowned her for her sins

There is no turning back

From ripples of deceit

And so we journey on

The serpent's at our feet

Be you not afraid

Gospel shall abide

Keep the iron faith

God is on my side

Pointers...

Since my previous post, I got to thinking about the meaning behind that rhyming couplet plucked from the dusty corners of my subconscious. A biblical reference... and bugs. Hmm...

I got the sense that I was being "pointed" in a certain lyrical direction by this, so I continued my write-the-first-thing-that-comes-into-your-head exercise, whilst intermittently consulting the Holy Bible, Sam Harris' "Letter to a Christian Nation," and numerous articles on the Norway massacre. The result was several sprawling pages of... mostly crap, but there was the occasional nugget in there that could be prised out, and formed into something that vaguely resembled a verse.

This is it so far:

All are parasites

Feasting on the host

Father, Son and Holy Ghost

Take them while they're young

Teach them how to hate

Teach them how to hold a gun

We dug an earthen grave

And buried reason deep

Though she tried to fight

She soon fell fast asleep

We filled it up again

And marked it with a cross

And never paused to contemplate

The weight of what we'd lost

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I don't think the lyrics will necessarily occur in that order - but it's a start.