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* '''Video''': [[youtube:Vk0jxyNIFPY|YouTube]] - me performing this on the piano at Smith Family Reunion talent show, 2010-07-10 (vocals barely audible) | * '''Video''': [[youtube:Vk0jxyNIFPY|YouTube]] - me performing this on the piano at Smith Family Reunion talent show, 2010-07-10 (vocals barely audible) | ||
==Lyrics== | ==Lyrics== | ||
<poem> | |||
A thousand tiny airplanes wander through your mother's garden | |||
As she paints a golden picture of the way it used to be | |||
I listen as you whistle all of Mozart's major pieces | |||
And you're breaking all my records but it doesn't bother me | |||
So you've taken all your medals | |||
and you're using them as doorstops | |||
And you let them trade your future in for your security. | |||
Well listen here my darling -- you've got to take it slowly | |||
They will put you in a fishtank very philosophically | |||
Alas I spoke too quickly, I'll rephrase that faulty stanza | |||
While you're busy hunting shadows in your castle by the sea | |||
So now I'm standing in the alley | |||
and you're drawing little circles | |||
And you always pay attention to everyone but me | |||
''(reprise)'' | |||
A thousand tiny missiles filled the hallway to your bedroom | |||
lighting up the broken picture of how you're supposed to be. | |||
A thousand small explosions filled your head day after day until | |||
the ruined desolation became all that you could see. | |||
So now you're scattered to the wind | |||
a thousand billion particles | |||
a thousand billion questions left | |||
with no-one I can ask | |||
a thousand billion words let go | |||
and paintings that will never glow | |||
and thoughts that we will never know | |||
and dreams that we will never see | |||
castles that will never be | |||
and all you ever could have touched | |||
and all you ever could have been | |||
has flown away. | |||
</poem> | |||
==MoG version== | ==MoG version== | ||
The download is [[Mother of God]]'s version of this, which I'm not 100% happy with; I will eventually copy the 8-track master into the digital domain and see if I can fix it. | The download is [[Mother of God]]'s version of this, which I'm not 100% happy with; I will eventually copy the 8-track master into the digital domain and see if I can fix it. | ||
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==Notes== | ==Notes== | ||
I wrote this for [[htwiki:Jenny|Jenny]]. | I wrote this for [[htwiki:Jenny|Jenny]]. | ||
===Version 1 notes=== | |||
Some of the lyric lines could use a bit of rework*, but overall it says what I want it to. | Some of the lyric lines could use a bit of rework*, but overall it says what I want it to. | ||
(*everyone sees "family diamonds" and thinks it's a reference to gonads or something, which it isn't; also "madman down the street" doesn't quite fit. "pawnshop down the street"? I wanted to convey the idea of carelessly abandoning something very precious. A bit like this BF5 lyric from "[[wikipedia:Where's Summer B.? (song)|Where's Summer B?]]": "I tried to tell you, tried to tell you, took a little bit too long / And now your phone is disconnected and your shit's out on the lawn.") | (*everyone sees "family diamonds" and thinks it's a reference to gonads or something, which it isn't; also "madman down the street" doesn't quite fit. "pawnshop down the street"? I wanted to convey the idea of carelessly abandoning something very precious. A bit like this BF5 lyric from "[[wikipedia:Where's Summer B.? (song)|Where's Summer B?]]": "I tried to tell you, tried to tell you, took a little bit too long / And now your phone is disconnected and your shit's out on the lawn.") | ||
Revision as of 01:02, 5 September 2020
<hide> <let save name=download-links parse save>(MoG) MP3</let> </hide>
Specs
- Type: song with words
- Version: 1.0 (recorded c.1993) (written 1992 or 1993)
- Download: <get name=download-links />
- Video: YouTube - me performing this on the piano at Smith Family Reunion talent show, 2010-07-10 (vocals barely audible)
Lyrics
A thousand tiny airplanes wander through your mother's garden
As she paints a golden picture of the way it used to be
I listen as you whistle all of Mozart's major pieces
And you're breaking all my records but it doesn't bother me
So you've taken all your medals
and you're using them as doorstops
And you let them trade your future in for your security.
Well listen here my darling -- you've got to take it slowly
They will put you in a fishtank very philosophically
Alas I spoke too quickly, I'll rephrase that faulty stanza
While you're busy hunting shadows in your castle by the sea
So now I'm standing in the alley
and you're drawing little circles
And you always pay attention to everyone but me
(reprise)
A thousand tiny missiles filled the hallway to your bedroom
lighting up the broken picture of how you're supposed to be.
A thousand small explosions filled your head day after day until
the ruined desolation became all that you could see.
So now you're scattered to the wind
a thousand billion particles
a thousand billion questions left
with no-one I can ask
a thousand billion words let go
and paintings that will never glow
and thoughts that we will never know
and dreams that we will never see
castles that will never be
and all you ever could have touched
and all you ever could have been
has flown away.
MoG version
The download is Mother of God's version of this, which I'm not 100% happy with; I will eventually copy the 8-track master into the digital domain and see if I can fix it.
Credits:
- Dan Dudley: bass, group vocals, equipment
- Brian Morris: lead guitar
- Tim Kunkle: rhythm guitar, group vocals
- Dave Keating: drums
- me: piano, lead vocal
- Livia Wade: operatic solo vocal, group vocals
Notes
I wrote this for Jenny.
Version 1 notes
Some of the lyric lines could use a bit of rework*, but overall it says what I want it to.
(*everyone sees "family diamonds" and thinks it's a reference to gonads or something, which it isn't; also "madman down the street" doesn't quite fit. "pawnshop down the street"? I wanted to convey the idea of carelessly abandoning something very precious. A bit like this BF5 lyric from "Where's Summer B?": "I tried to tell you, tried to tell you, took a little bit too long / And now your phone is disconnected and your shit's out on the lawn.")