195. One of Three

DAY ONE-HUNDRED AND NINETY-FIVE

Good Morning!  Pearl and the Beard is up in Connecticut writing, writing, and writing.  Right now I am sitting by a  lake (very close to a small road, however, as you will hear in the recording).  This is a song for yesterday.  We were up until about 12 am working on a new song, energy levels waning and brain fried, I attempted to record this last night and failed miserably.

There are some good ideas here, and this is a good draft record of the idea.  I will revisit the lyrics and the structure, as it’s a bit loose and indecisive.  I had a bunch of people I referenced for melody ideas as I was writing this song, which was helpful for the general movement of the piece.

I wrote the lyrics while Pearl and the Beard was on tour last month and cut and shifted things around for this installment.  It’s basically about the stupid and wonderful things people decide to do, how they change us, and how to not regret the outcome.

I’ve been working on swimming like mermaid (among other things), and it’s going pretty well.

One Of Three

I am one, one of three

A service of noise come up from the root

Broken our covenant over your crown

With fire in my throat

Go back, go back and do it again

I am one, one of three

Four for the sentiments that you have given

Kiss white my hands, deep into the night

Awake now with you, with you on my mind

Go back, go back and do it again

I am one, one of three

She will ink my name into flesh and bone

And when, when she is gone, give forth my name to her first son

Go back, go back and do it again

Fashion from garments a head for a crown

Comes from your throat, a beautiful tongue

Meet in the middle, we’ll stand skin to stone

Go back, go back to do it again

I am one, one of three

Meet in the middle, remove all our shoes

Forget them when we leave

But we will stand

But we will stand

And do it again

I am one, one of three