A tale of love long lost. If you're going to try and buy happiness, remember to keep the receipt. Autoharp, vocals, and a little bit of honky-tonk toy piano.
This arose from a songwriting exercise where you look around you and quickly write song titles based on whatever is lying around. For instance, I'm in the dining room right now, and I see a mug, a telephone, a piano, a ceiling light/fan, and a cat. Okay, so going
as fast as I can and thinking
as little as possible, I make up the song titles: "I Love Your Mug," "1-800-THIS-SONG," "88 Keys That Don't Open Anything," "Blow Out the Light," and "Hey, That's My Cat." Obviously, most song titles you get this way will
suck. But every now and then you'll get a good one; one that never would have otherwise occurred to you.
It must have been around Christmas or someone's birthday when I came up with this one.
Technical details: Let's see. There's Autoharp with a split signal panned, unevenly, L-R. Toy piano. Synth bass (Alesis Micron). Combination of real and fake drums (the snare is real; the kick is fake; the cymbals, I think, might be both). One lead vocal and a couple of backups; the backups were recorded bit by bit as I figured parts out. I think that's it; it's a pretty simple song.
I could never afford those diamond rings, but I bought you lots of other things, like the puppy that was blind in one eye and never really housebroken, and like the scratch-off that could've made you a millionaire, like the scarf that I thought went with your hair -- was I wrong to think we had a bond that was so strong but unspoken? I gave you lots of presents, but you left me in the past.
I bought us dinner and late night snacks like chicken strips in plastic sacks that came with dipping sauces: some had ranch and some had pesto. And I wrote this song for you with the same three chords I always use, but the words are something different, it’s a deep and heartfelt manifesto. I gave you lots of presents, but you left me in the past.
There’s a building called the Taj Mahal -- Persian carpets wall-to-wall! -- if I picked that up for you, would you say, "hey, big spender"? I should mail myself to your address gift-wrapped and shipped by UPS; maybe then you’d finally choose to return to sender. I gave you lots of presents, but you left me in the past.
posted by Karlos the Jackal at 1:41 AM on March 30