Welcome to The Fugitive Muse!

I created this blog with a dual purpose in mind. Firstly: as a diary of the song-writing experience so that any budding songwriters out there might gain an insight into this unique creative process. I don't claim to be the best, but I hope at the very least a fellow musician will read it with a sense that they are not alone in thinking how frustrating songwriting can be sometimes!

Secondly, this blog is an attempt to pull myself out of the post-graduation funk that I imagine many of my peers are also wallowing in right now. When I was making my graduation film, Innocence (innocencefilm.blogspot.com), I found that having a blog motivated me enough to actually create things to put on it. In this case, music. Enjoy!

Sarah Coloso Gillespie
19 July 2011.

P.S. Some of my previous attempts can be found at www.myspace.com/sarahcoloso (apologies for the out-of-date information, my MySpace is officially broken).

Thursday 20 October 2011

New song!

Finally! After having frustrating bits and pieces of songs floating about, it's nice to have something that's... well, if not quite perfect yet, at least FINISHED enough that it can be played from start to end.

The origins of this one are somewhat unusual... I was playing a gig at an RAF barbecue in Leuchars, which had been organised by the lovely Cpl. Mark Dalton, an engineer. During my break he took me to see some of the new aircraft he had been working on (extremely expensive, and very cool).

When we were there, he mentioned that there were pilots whose role was simply to sit in the planes on alert for hours at a time, just in case of a sudden, unexpected attack. It was a hangover from the Cold War period, really - but all the same, it got me thinking what it would be like to be one of those pilots ordered to sit and wait in reserve while their colleagues got to go and play the hero in Libya or Iraq or Afghanistan. So this is the almost-finished song - working title "Airspace" (a bit rubbish I know, you are welcome to suggest a better one).


Draw in the mist as the hours slide by

Blink off the crust baked over my eyes

My uniform pressed and a shine on my shoes

I sit like a bishop and wait for my move


I hope to be heard

Before I die on the teeth of the world


Heroes' hopes are crushed

Missiles turn to rust

I will change nothing and nothing will change

But I wait, I wait, I wait…

When will I fly?


Sitting in wait bristling with guns

Buttons that kill and buttons, buttons that stun

Armed to the teeth I believe my time has come

A time eclipsed like the moon over the sun


Shout it out loud

What I want most in the world is to make you proud


Heroes' hopes are crushed

Missiles turn to rust

I will change nothing and nothing will change

But I wait, I wait, I wait…

When will I fly?