20. It Won’t Be Long

DAY TWENTY

It Won’t Be Long

I love the way you look at me
You know, the way when you look at me
You left today with a heavy heart
I said goodbye and that you’d be alright
It won’t be long, it won’t be long
It won’t be long until you’re gone
*I don’t know how far I’m gonna go
*But I know you can hold me, hold me tonight
Your memory holds a lot of things for me
A face I knew a thousand, million years ago
You fill my mind, though you’re a specter now
Hands build walls around to keep you out
It won’t be long, it won’t be long
It won’t be long until **I’m gone.

I don’t really want to write about this song, or, at least, I didn’t want to earlier.  At all.  I finished it around 5:00 and having some distance from it, I think I can say a few things; only because it’s important to myself that I say them.

Song restriction: Write a song limiting cryptic word choice (although I couldn’t erase it completely it seems), as I tend to lean more towards that spectrum generally.  This song’s working title was “The Plain Song”.  This exercise ended up tapping into some really painful memories and current, more daunting, feelings for me.  Weird.  I only really remember writing one other song having this effect on me, so today, creatively, has been burdened and tough for me.  The toughest so far.  I should be candid here, as I feel like it’s been the norm: I spent most of the day sobbing, writing, then crying, recording, then crying again.  I fear this makes me sound like the biggest baby, (and I can’t describe how much I hate telling you that’s actually what happened), but I wrote a song, and it’s over now.

Song melody originally written with violin, but moved to cello for ease of chord configuration as I know the instrument better.  I always fear I’ve heard my melodies somewhere before and that I’m unknowingly plagiarizing.  But, it is what it is.  If I did steal it, it was totally unintentional and was somehow filed away in the recesses of my music box brain.

There are four very specific people represented here, one per the two lines of each verse.  Two from my past.  Two from my present.  All are currently living.  One from my past connects to my present, and one from my present connects to my past, though they don’t really know each other at all.

Recording: The short story of a very frustrating session- Cello run through an amp which was recorded through the bathroom door.  Vocals were recorded (sitting, curled-up position- I mention this because it was important to me to naturally affect the vocals.  I wanted to created a vocal sound that conveyed restriction.) singing into a bodhrán in the bathtub with curtain drawn.  For reasons that are too extraneous to take up space here, tempo was sped up a few clicks which is why it sounds a little different than normal.  I don’t mind it and kind of like it.  (This is the second take of three.)

I love that you are listening.  Really.  Thank you.  I’m so grateful to think you’re listening, though I started this project for myself, it feels good to know you’re out there.

EhP

*I didn’t write this bridge before I recorded the song.  I didn’t know what to say.  So, these two lines are improvised.

**Saying “I’m” instead of “you’re” was a mistake, and I think it’s a bit cliché, but I kept the take.  Maybe it’s better that way, I don’t know.

14 thoughts on “20. It Won’t Be Long

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  2. Emily. I am awestruck, enthralled and heartsick over what my ears just heard and my eyes just read. Out of your heartbreaking day came a piece of art that is so immediately accessible, so universally relatable and so gut-wrenchingly personal that it will stay with me forever. Your grief touched my grief over the things I didn’t know I didn’t have, over the tumultuous pain of how things can change and over the tragic but necessary losses in my life. Whether you meant it to be or not, your song and your writing was a gift to me.

  3. I am here listening – e v e r y d a y. I luvs you. I look forward to these songs and your info about them – e v e r y d a y…or at least e v e r y other d a y. 🙂

    • “Forget that sun, she will come out tomorrow. Just to brake through all of your blankets of sorrow…align the stars, your futures an open window burning right burning bright no darkness to over shadow me, no no no not over me.” 🙂 LOVE IT!

  4. i love the honesty and the sincerity you lay out on the table. it makes the song really come alive and become so real that you can feel the emotion trapped within it. it’s so simple yet so beautifully heartbreaking at the same time. i don’t know how you do it EHP, you’re perfect.

  5. the first listen of a song is such a surreal experience–everything is unexpected. this song takes me to an emotional space i forget about. i stay up late and wait for your latest endeavor. this washed over me just past midnight and fed my soul.

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