Song: “Eighties Retro Party”

Eek, haven’t updated this in a few weeks sorry!

Today I am going to talk about my favourite track of the current batch, Eighties Retro Party. It’s the track where I had the strongest ideas about what I wanted to do. It actually came about whilst I was trying to sleep on a long haul flight, and the “let’s have an eighties retro party” sung on a vocoder just came into my head. I quite often have these ideas when trying to sleep, and I usually wake up knowing I had an idea for a song but with no recollection of the detail. So I noted down the words, as well as a couple of others, then forgot about it for a couple of weeks.

I then opened my song ideas file and remembered my sleepless night on the way to Johannesburg. I was very clear what I wanted the song to sound like – as well as the vocoder I wanted to use an Orchestra Hit sample – a very Eighties sound that is almost never used now. So I trawled the internet until I found one that I liked (I rejected the first five or six I tried) and as soon as I found that sound, I recorded the intro (including the first verse) then worked on a chorus. What is now the chorus was meant to be a bridge to a different chorus (I have another song that I wrote that is just bloody awful, too awful to show you here, but there are two bits in it that I like. One is part of the chorus, which almost made its way into this song, and the other is the Middle 8, which has become the middle 8 in another song, Our Last September, which I was hoping I could put out there this month but I am waiting on some female vocals). Anyway, when I listened back I realised that the song was lovely and simple if I ignored the bit lifted from the other song and just used the bridge as a chorus.

The song is full of eighties references (from AIDS to Dangermouse and Doctor Who, the line “we all remember when Adric died” was originally “we all remember when Lennon died” but after I had written it I realised that the death of someone who sung in a band that I was tortured with in Mum’s car on the way to school meant a lot less to me than the fact the Cybermen killed Adric, which really upset me a lot. I have an excuse. I was ten.)

Obviously I don’t dislike anything I have written, but this track is clearly my favourite at the moment, and I reckon currently my strongest. It has the feel and sound that I wanted (the vocoder isn’t quite perfect but it does the job) but the Orchestra Hits are sublime – I’d use them in every track if they didn’t sound so bloody dated!

So, here are the lyrics to Eighties Retro Party. Apologies to Adam Ant.

Let’s have an eighties retro party.
Let’s have an eighties retro party.
Let’s have an eighties retro party.
Let’s have an eighties retro party.

It seems like yesterday, remember when
we had the Iron Lady at Number Ten.
It was a good time to be alive,
we all rode bareback ’till 85.
Let’s have an eighties retro party.
Let’s have an eighties retro party.
The New Romantics failed to enchant,
We were slightly troubled by Adam Ant.
We grew up with Penfold and Danger Mouse,
then graduated to Acid House.
Let’s have an eighties retro party.
Let’s have an eighties retro party.

Let’s relive those mad times,
Forget that it was thirty years ago,
We’ll have an eighties themed party,
Let’s forget and let ourselves go

Let’s have an eighties retro party.
Let’s have an eighties retro party.
Your Dad loved wearing his cotton slacks
which did not go with his Filofax.
And no one regrets the tears they cried,
We all remember when Adric died.
Let’s have an eighties retro party.
Let’s have an eighties retro party.

Let’s relive those mad times,
Forget that it was thirty years ago,
We’ll have an eighties themed party,
Let’s forget and let ourselves go.
Let’s relive those mad times,
Forget that it was thirty years ago,
We’ll have an eighties themed party,
Let’s forget and let ourselves go.

Let’s have an eighties retro party.
Let’s have an eighties retro party.
Let’s have an eighties retro party.
Let’s have an eighties retro party.

It seems like yesterday, remember when
we had the Iron Lady at Number Ten.
It was a good time to be alive,
we all rode bareback ’till 85.
The New Romantics failed to enchant,
We were slightly troubled by Adam Ant.
We grew up with Penfold and Danger Mouse,
then graduated to Acid House.
Acid House. Acid House. Acid House. Acid House.

Song: “Not At Home”

So today I am going to talk about the first song that I wrote and recorded during this phase of creativity.  “Not At Home” started off as a song about a recent change in circumstances my family has undergone, however it was a very emotional subject and the lyrics ended up being just bitter and horrible.  However I liked the medody I had developed and, as a demo, had already recorded the middle section where I sing “you’re not at home”over and over again.

In the end the song became about a relationship that never happened.  It’s based on a true story, although I have fleshed out the reality of what actually happened to make the song more coherent, in the song its suggested that the relationship failed due to cultural differences between me and her, whereas the reality was they actually prevented anything from happening in the first place (as far as I could tell, I’m not actually sure what the hell happened!)

Anyhow, here are the lyrics to “Not At Home”:

I met you several times before and I knew I that liked you,
You gave me indications that you felt the same way too.
If words were left unspoken, its because I didn’t dare
to expose us to the truth in case you didn’t care.
You say I’m not your normal type, it would have to be explained
to all your friends and family who you have sort of trained
a certain expectation of what you are longing for,
so I’m kept at a distance and I’m feeling kind of raw.

It’s always unrequited but is it love or is it not?
Have we both got too much to lose too scared we’ll lose the plot?
I dream that we we’re together and our hearts will never roam,
But when my eyes are opened I see that you are not at home…

I feel a kind of energy buzzing every time we meet,
But I’m too scared to take your hand as we’re walking down the street.
I’m still not sure it’s what you want, because I’m too scared to ask,
I’d rather have your friendship still than have you take me to task…

It’s always unrequited but is it love or is it not?
Have we both got too much to lose too scared we’ll lose the plot?
I dream that we we’re together and our hearts will never roam,
But when my eyes are open I see that you are not at home… not at home…

You’re not at home, you’re not at home.
You’re not at home, you’re not at home.

I know the time is coming where I will have to decide
The things I want to say to you, the things I’ve tried to hide.
To expose all my feelings is it really worth a kiss?
Is it better unrequited or will you just take the piss?
Will you ever lie in bed with me with our limbs intertwined
A two part soul in ecstasy our human flesh combined.
Or am I modern London and you just Ancient Rome?
Who’ll never be together, who’s never coming home.

You’re not at home, you’re not at home.
You’re not at home, you’re not at home.

Here is a link to the finished song on SoundCloud:

New Song: “45 And Out”

Okay, so this was not planned.  I was messing about with some samples and then the lyrics started coming into my head.  Although as a person I am very interested in politics I don’t often let that spill over into my music, I thought that “Build That Wall” would be the only political statement on the album.  Not only was it not, but “45 And Out” draws inspiration from the same source.  Here are the lyrics:

Forty five is dangerous, Forty five is bad.
Forty five will kill us all, Forty five is mad.
Forty five’s a liar, Forty five’s not cool.
He thinks that he’s invincible.  Forty five’s a fool.

Forty five’s a monster, Forty five’s not brave.
Forty five will send you out into an early grave.
Forty five just hates you unless you’re straight or white
Forty five will let you die, you have no human rights.

Forty five hates victims, Forty five loves cash.
Forty five will kick you out, abandoned in a flash.
Forty five hates terror, he has a cunning plan.
He’ll bend your constitution, but it’s not a Muslim ban

Forty five loves twitter, Forty five can’t spell.
Forty five will rape the poor as he buys his next hotel
Forty five won’t help you, he’ll let you crash and burn
Forty five will celebrate when he gets his third term.

And yes, the “cunning plan” reference was deliberate BlackAdder fans!

Here is a link to the track on SoundCloud, please let me know what you think!