In an unprecedented burst of productivity and creativity, over the last three days i have managed to totally write (and actually re-write in a couple of cases) eight of the ten songs that needed to be written before we head into the studio with Chris. Don't ask me how, but i did! Less than five days ago i was genuinely stressing at the prospect of sitting down and having absolutely nothing to write about, when in actual fact it turns out i had absolutely everything to write about. As with 90% of all other lyrics i've ever written, i'm unable to comprehend just yet where they've all come from and what they're about exactly, but a few of the songs seem quite political in their lyrical content, especially Lake Palmer and House Of America. It certainly wasn't a conscious decision, but the tone and content more than compliments the music for each. Both are very bleak and claustrophobic numbers, distant cousins of Mexican Waves from the 'Ends Meet' EP i reckon.
I'm over the moon with how things have gone so far, i'm hoping to get the other two, Don't Say 'No' To Rock N' Roll (our personal homage to Anvil and Hot Snakes, which fucking kills if i may say so myself) and I Had A Dream. Rock N' Roll should be written by Sunday evening, but Yellow will take another practice to settle on a vocal melody, never mind a set of lyrics.
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