5 Songs
Christmas comes early!
Bonjour from Montreal. One day late I know, but it’s Labour Day here so feels like a Sunday…
Announcement below, but first a poem, or possibly a song, or maybe 5:
5 Songs The last 5 songs I wrote are all the same Doomsday reveries in all but name I could summarise them in three lines Save you all some precious time: -My mind is at capacity -The world is a calamity -What will I say to my baby? The last 5 songs I wrote are all the same My last 5 songs took 5 long years to write You do the maths, that’s one new word per night I was called away by screens and screams And overpriced tubs of ice cream My last 5 songs took 5 long years to write The 5 songs I last sang were not my own They were written by the Gods I can’t dethrone They take the words out of mouth Especially when it all goes south The 5 songs I last sang were not my own This song took just 5 minutes to pen It came to me in a rare moment of zen I sat cross-legged all alone I didn’t even check my phone This song took me 5 minutes to pen The next 5 songs I write will blow your mind They’ll be profound, groundbreaking and sublime What catharsis I will bring To anyone who hears me sing (I’ll lean on my comedic abilities to lighten the mood, distract you from the war, the climate, old age, misspent youth, lull you into a state of euphoric escapism and then BAM catch you off guard with unforgiving truths perfectly packaged in catchy four line choruses) The next 5 songs I write will blow your mind The last 6 songs I wrote, they’re all the same Doomsday reveries in all but name I thought this time I’d break away But seems I’ve nothing else to say -My mind is at capacity -The world is a calamity -What will I say to my baby The last 6 songs I wrote, they’re all the same
And now! No time like September to announce a Christmas show! You heard it here first… Save the date! Book your tickets! And your flights to London!
*** Tuesday 17th December 7pm @ West Hampstead Arts Club ***
Before that though…
…will report back.
Lail x
Reading these lyrics while upstairs on a bus trundling through the rainy Bournemouth suburbs, lurching amid the incessant traffic, and then to walk along the interminable corridors of the hospital to visit someone after a stroke. Your song even without the tune has made me laugh, and that in itself is (in the circumstances) no mean feat.
Maybe play Dear Prudence once a day for a week. See if that helps. Play other groups versions for variety.
At least you’re in Canada;they’re so nice.