Saturday songwriting in action. I’m going for 80s style hard rock on this one, set to a poem I wrote the other day. This is in drop D tuning, like a lot of my recent songs have been.
This will hopefully be a new song once I figure out a bassline for it. But I’m not sure if this poem fits this song … I have another piece of music I’m working on that could work better. So watch this space, I suppose!
I’m in one of my Idles tshirts.
Déjà vu, Déjà su, Déjà vécu
If I spend all my time in dreams,
bend the arc just enough
that cellular attic spaces reveal
boxes of drafts of me.
Those antecedents, with all my intentions,
traced cryptically.
Their trials and errors blindly preserved,
unordered, undisturbed,
undisclosed.
If I could just read my own.
My own knotwork, my old bones.
Already known, already lived, already seen.
Already known, already lived, already seen.
Strands carried on the arc, copied endlessly,
neurotically.
Jumbled and fragmented, to be played out in dreams.
A collage of props and plots,
lines once said, costumes once seen.
New lives I've had, old ones never scrubbed clean.
Synapses timed to find self, peace,
in the morass of my old memories.
If I could just unlock this Mentor - my own recipe -
my own set of wisdoms, wishes, and well-trialled beliefs,
encoded in my genes over centuries.
Hard fought and well hidden, with my intentions.
My deceptions and my ambitions.
Mistakes I've made that have already been corrected.
If I could just stay in my dreams, I could get help.
If I could just wake wiser, I could mentor myself.
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