Sep 24

It was bothering me, so I changed the pitch on "Poetry" to match "-phorically." Please let me know if you like this change.

White Crystal, v25A, Draft_03, M_01.wav — Melody C, Mastered without headroom. Removed tail and a small sound only I noticed at the beginning. "Metaphorically" and "Poetry" are at the same pitch now.

Sep 23

UPDATE! It's done! TWO YEARS, NEARLY, I SWEAR. IT'S DONE.

Right, so I have two different versions. There are melodic differences that are not a subtle, and neither is the master. So there's four variables, here, what with Melody A and Melody B, then mastering with headroom and mastering without it. My personal favorite is the loud one that drowns out the thoughts, which it's headlining this post.

White Crystal, Draft 2.wav — Melody A, Mastered without headroom. Removed tail and a small sound only I noticed at the beginningWhite Crystal, v25A, Draft_01, M_01.wav — Melody A, Mastered without headroom. It also has a longer tail than the next one.White Crystal, v25A, M_02.wav — Melody B, Mastered with headroom

I've been working on this song for a couple years now. First wrote it when I was going through some shit that ended with me quitting four drugs at once. Like sort of; you write a song, then leave it alone. Come back a few months later with new perspective and it gets new meaning.

I guess in the end, we're all one closed strait of hormuz from a crisis, aren't we.

Lyrics

[Chorus]

Don't sweet talk me Sugar, I pack pistolsI got an accent that's bad, like BristolI had a best friend despite, she smoked crystalYeah I'm trash and I'm fine, but that's it, though.

[Verse 2]

Uh, ain't all bad thoThis here loaded and I'm mad but what have youNow this is Charlie grinnin' with her chest outI had a kindle out, Barney took my breast out

[Interlude]

Uh, ah"People hear you"Would you learn to copeWith the lights outBaby take the pills and she do dopeWith the lights out

[Verse 3]

And my therapist said... "metaphorically," and I said"Miss, this isn't poetry, this is the-FloorOf a barThat shoulda' closed"

[Chorus]

Don't sweet talk me Sugar, I pack pistolsI got an accent that's bad, like BristolI had a best friend despite, she smoked crystalYeah I'm trash and I'm fine, ain't that it, though.

Don't sweet talk me Sugar, I pack pistolsI got an accent that's bad, like BristolI had a best friend despite, she smoked crystalYeah I'm trash and I'm fine, swear that's it, bro

[Verse]

Uh, could'n call a cab, thoughI'm alone, la-la-loaded but I'm bad, ohOh, what have you, now kiss herSurely grinnin' with her breast outI' got a heart know that Pippin' say I'm blessed now

[Breakdown]

Uh, got a cart with a bad wheelOne pill left, still waitin' on a refillWalmart checkout, baby, try my card again, thoughTake the bread off, got whole wheat at home, no?

Keep the coffee, I got work soonWhat's it come to if I put back the shampoo?No, I don't need help to the car, broI need twenty-seven dollars and a Marlboro!

[Chorus]

Don't sweet talk me Sugar, I pack pistolsI got an accent that's bad, like BristolI had a best friend despite, she smoke crystalYeah we're trash and it's fine, but that's it, no?

Doctor just let me go, I'll be fine I'll be fine thoI don't got a lot but— it's mine, but it's mine-ohMy friend is dead cuz her Mommy was a Wine-OSo what if I'm trash if I'm fine, bro.

[Outro]

Doctor just let me go, I'll be fine I'll be fine, knowI don't got a lot, it's just time oh time ohMy friend is dead cuz her Mommy was a Wine-OI need twenty-seven dollars and a Marlboro