Tuesday, April 29, 2008
This song came out a while back as sort of a pathologically frustrated reaction to man's ability to make war on other men.
Like most of my songs, it doesn't have a natural bridge, and adding one in changes the structure of the song and changes the lyrics around. Still, I have two conflicting ideas here, one of a vietnam-era river, full of the blood, birdsong and the sound of gunshots, and the other of the character of "cain" who is, well, everyman, and your brother, who makes for chaos no matter where he goes. He's you, he's me, he's everyone that ever made a problem for someone else.
It depresses and angers me to even try to work on this song. I'm going to stop. For now. If anyone wants to suggest lyrics, chords, riffs, or a lyrical change, let me know.
Some alternate lyrics floating around:
You've seen him on TV
And in the Golan heights
He sleeps in the day time
and comes out at nights
Like most of my songs, it doesn't have a natural bridge, and adding one in changes the structure of the song and changes the lyrics around. Still, I have two conflicting ideas here, one of a vietnam-era river, full of the blood, birdsong and the sound of gunshots, and the other of the character of "cain" who is, well, everyman, and your brother, who makes for chaos no matter where he goes. He's you, he's me, he's everyone that ever made a problem for someone else.
It depresses and angers me to even try to work on this song. I'm going to stop. For now. If anyone wants to suggest lyrics, chords, riffs, or a lyrical change, let me know.
Blood in the water (C) Michael Taht 2008
Gm
Sitting on the river
Em
watching the tide
Gm
Rolling down the river
Em
knowing who lied
Gmsus4
by the water
Em
there's blood in sands
Gm
there's blood on the reeds
Em Am
where we wash our hands
Gmsus4
In the river
Em
I heard the dead man's call
Gm
I sit on the river
Em
I hear the human's call
(solo)
Sit on the river
hear the human's call
it's kind of like birdsong
kind of sweet
it's kind of like birdsong
kind of neat
There's blood in the water
and in the sand
and it covers you
It runs down your hand.
He was your brother
and his name is cain
You hope you'll never
see him again
I saw him in China
He's been in Tibet
He came to Nicaragua
He may be here yet
Am Bm
Of chaos and destruction
Cm
he's the president
Gm
So pay your taxes
Em
and cope with your rent
Gm
this just so you know
Em
where your money is spent
There's blood in the water
and in the sand
It covers you
It's clenched in your hand.
Some alternate lyrics floating around:
You've seen him on TV
And in the Golan heights
He sleeps in the day time
and comes out at nights
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¶ 5:05 PM
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We all have our dark moments. I think of myself as having a veneer that protects my emotional self, and the thickness thereof varies with the events around me. Many things contribute to or detract from that thickness. Irregular sleep and ill-chosen nutrients are two of the big detractors I consistently identify.
Eat healthy and in sufficient quantity to keep all the parts of your body including the brain in well-lubricated and fueled condition. Get an appropriate amount of rest on a regular basis.
And, yeah, ditch that depressing song. Sheesh!
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Eat healthy and in sufficient quantity to keep all the parts of your body including the brain in well-lubricated and fueled condition. Get an appropriate amount of rest on a regular basis.
And, yeah, ditch that depressing song. Sheesh!
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