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Thanx my friend Dabe... for the violin trax... that was fun... after doing 100 mixes I’m throwing up my hands and posting this....
A few years ago I was given the assignment... write a poppy kind of song with the opening lyric... “which one am I going to be”... my first impression was... uhhhhg!@^$#@^@# my hands are kind of tied on this one... I wasn’t sure where I would go for any kind of emotional impact, because the line kind of left me flat... I picked up my guitar and thought OK, what could be more stock for a pop tune than a 1-4-5 structure... and I began working on a variation of that with some melodic ideas, but I was still stuck with the opening line...
I started to tap into those early days... those youthful moments when you could see the future wide open before you and ripe with possibilities... the story is about a wood worker, so I also started to imagine that he would build some beautiful instrument instead of pinoccio... I have all sorts of instruments around the house... guitars mandolins violins pianos drums ect. and pretty soon I had verses that provided the emotion that the chorus seemed to lack...
they shut this project down, and this song laid around for a few years because it still felt awkward to me.. recently I decided that I had to get this off the table, and do the work... finish the song... It really needed to have a bridge, so that’s where I went... now the whole thing makes a little more sense to me... everything is leading to that moment in the bridge...
that moment when you realize that life is pregnant with possibility, and potential...
this song is no reflection on how I see myself... I’m 52, and my day came and went... I’m happy... but not delusional... the song is theater, using old memories for a resource and launching pad
A few years ago I was given the assignment... write a poppy kind of song with the opening lyric... “which one am I going to be”... my first impression was... uhhhhg!@^$#@^@# my hands are kind of tied on this one... I wasn’t sure where I would go for any kind of emotional impact, because the line kind of left me flat... I picked up my guitar and thought OK, what could be more stock for a pop tune than a 1-4-5 structure... and I began working on a variation of that with some melodic ideas, but I was still stuck with the opening line...
I started to tap into those early days... those youthful moments when you could see the future wide open before you and ripe with possibilities... the story is about a wood worker, so I also started to imagine that he would build some beautiful instrument instead of pinoccio... I have all sorts of instruments around the house... guitars mandolins violins pianos drums ect. and pretty soon I had verses that provided the emotion that the chorus seemed to lack...
they shut this project down, and this song laid around for a few years because it still felt awkward to me.. recently I decided that I had to get this off the table, and do the work... finish the song... It really needed to have a bridge, so that’s where I went... now the whole thing makes a little more sense to me... everything is leading to that moment in the bridge...
that moment when you realize that life is pregnant with possibility, and potential...
this song is no reflection on how I see myself... I’m 52, and my day came and went... I’m happy... but not delusional... the song is theater, using old memories for a resource and launching pad
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WHICH ONE AM I GONNA BE
ALL THAT I’VE LONGED FOR SINCE I WAS A SEED
I JUST CAN’T WAIT TO SEE.
WHICH ONE IS GONNA BE ME
MY AUNT IS A CELLO WITH AGED GOLDEN WOOD
HER LIFE IS IN HARMONY
NOW MY TURN IS HERE, MAN I HOPE I DO GOOD.
WHO WILL I BE?
WHICH ONE AM I GONNA BE
ALL THAT I’VE LONGED FOR SINCE I WAS A SEED
I JUST CAN’T WAIT TO SEE. WHICH ONE IS GONNA BE ME
I KNOW THAT MY FATHER WAS ONLY A TREE.
AND SHADE IS HIS LEGACY
BUT THAT’S NOT THE LIFE THAT IS DESTINED FOR ME.
WHO WILL I BE
WHICH ONE AM I GONNA BE
ALL THAT I’VE LONGED FOR SINCE I WAS A SEED
I JUST CAN’T WAIT TO SEE.
WHICH ONE IS GONNA BE ME
WILL I BE LOVED, WILL THE AUDIENCE CHEER
CAN FAME BE MY DESTINY
THERE’S A KNOT IN MY THROAT, AND A SPLINTER OF FEAR
WHO WILL I BE
WHO WOULD’VE GUESSED THIS
I MADE THE GUEST LIST
MY DAY DRAWS NEAR
WHO WOULD FORSEE
THAT THIS COULD BE ME
IF I PERSEVERE
JUST LIKE A FIRST KISS
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
MY TIME IS HERE
ALL THAT I’VE LONGED FOR SINCE I WAS A SEED
I JUST CAN’T WAIT TO SEE.
WHICH ONE IS GONNA BE ME
MY AUNT IS A CELLO WITH AGED GOLDEN WOOD
HER LIFE IS IN HARMONY
NOW MY TURN IS HERE, MAN I HOPE I DO GOOD.
WHO WILL I BE?
WHICH ONE AM I GONNA BE
ALL THAT I’VE LONGED FOR SINCE I WAS A SEED
I JUST CAN’T WAIT TO SEE. WHICH ONE IS GONNA BE ME
I KNOW THAT MY FATHER WAS ONLY A TREE.
AND SHADE IS HIS LEGACY
BUT THAT’S NOT THE LIFE THAT IS DESTINED FOR ME.
WHO WILL I BE
WHICH ONE AM I GONNA BE
ALL THAT I’VE LONGED FOR SINCE I WAS A SEED
I JUST CAN’T WAIT TO SEE.
WHICH ONE IS GONNA BE ME
WILL I BE LOVED, WILL THE AUDIENCE CHEER
CAN FAME BE MY DESTINY
THERE’S A KNOT IN MY THROAT, AND A SPLINTER OF FEAR
WHO WILL I BE
WHO WOULD’VE GUESSED THIS
I MADE THE GUEST LIST
MY DAY DRAWS NEAR
WHO WOULD FORSEE
THAT THIS COULD BE ME
IF I PERSEVERE
JUST LIKE A FIRST KISS
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
MY TIME IS HERE


































































































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Firsties!