This song came out of a challenge by a friend of mine.
Said challenge was to write a sad song with a happy melody. I did not write this song. What I did write was a song about the apocalypse in C minor.
The song is really about two people faced with the end of the world. They end up in the same Quonset hut and end up forming a relationship around the circumstances that surround them. Yeah, it's kind of cheesy, but people seem to like it when I perform it live.
It was recorded Christmas Eve, 2009 as an afterthought to something I was making for my parents. I love how the keyboards came out: all bloopy and weird.
lyrics
We can make a bridge
Out of all the broken pieces
Of the roads and regulations
That we've broken and reversed
I'll design the blueprints
You can rip up insulation
We can build this Quonset hut
Out of situations made worse
CHORUS
I can build a fire
Are you calling me a liar?
Are you saying happiness is falling
From our point of view?
Or is it just the weather
That's keeping us together?
Or do we have a common interest
That brought together me and you???
Sunday morning's coming
Though it's happened every weekday
Not surprising, based on explanations
Of why we're not dead
The rations fill our dinner plates
Repopulating the population
Turns into friendly conversation
While lying in our bed
CHORUS
Easygoing apocalyptic
I'll take care of you when you're sick
Or dying, doesn't take much to see
That you are the thing that redefines me
(SOLAW)
We look at each other, naked
As the day's turned to night
And we find solutions for our loneliness
Everything is working out
A roundabout apology
I love the nights we spend
Cracking jokes when our future
Is immersed in endless doubt
CHORUS
credits
from Swanville Revisited,
released April 26, 2011
AL- guitar, keyboards, bass, drum loops
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