Jared and I were just emailing about how excited we are that Words We're Wailing is coming along so well, and he generously said: 

"Yo.  What's that other Frenchy pub-song-sing-a-long from like 8 years ago?  La La La La La, La-la La La La La...  (you know the one) You have it?  I want it."

So, yes.  I recorded this in 2002 for a French literature class.  The lyrics are from a 19th century poem called "Chanson" by Alfred de Musset.  It's about a guy having a conversation with his heart, whom he calls feeble, and who tells him to man the fuck up because CHANGE, and its accompanying pain, is what makes life dear.

So no, WWW was not my first attempt at writing a waltzy singalong.  And hopefully it won't be my last.

<3  

Just added a background track. Forgive me. I can't get this song out of my head.

A song writen during one night. Working on the sound production took longer ;)

Its about changeing but being pulled back by old demons.

 try to make a dubstep version but it became more ambient. I think ambient sound is more my natural thing.

let it surround you.

The second I heard KatieR90's "Hopelessly In Love" I knew I had to cover it. I pretty much kept the song the same except I added a verse at the end, changed the chorus just a tad and I think my version is a little slower.

Anyway there is plenty of room for growth on this track. Maybe some harmonies. Maybe some noise makers and piano bits and what not. I don't know, have fun.

The chords are C, G, Am, F. 

The BPM is 160 for the chorus and I played half time during the verse. It's kind of tricky but you'll get the hang of the tempo.

Remix!!!

this is a song a song a song i made :D

first track on album 'spilt milk', but copyright shmoppyrights. right? rights.

and someone asked for the lyrics:  

drag your feet, keep your life strapped to your shoulders.

if you don't carve your age into your belt, you wont get any older

it's a mixed up masquerade, a penniless arcade

every face a frown, oh what a crazy town

hang your head, they'll steal the toes right off of your feet

you're lucky to count all ten, when you're living on the street

its a story thats been told, a body thats been sold

'round and around and around. oh what a crazy town

(see) joy around here comes in a little pink balloon

and if you got out of here yesterday it wouldn't be too soon

it's a cardboard palisade, a pocket change brigade

every way is down. oh what a crazy town

lead a colourful 2012.

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