I had an ad hoc meeting with Clive-upon-Sea this weekend where he referred to someone being able to "make friends in an empty room". I joked that I'd get a song out of that phrase...lyrics and chord progression were pretty much done before lunchtime and I've spend the rest of the weekend experimenting with genre, going from a folky singer-songwriter style to a funkier C5 style then to a full-on reggae and on to something close to The Police.
Empty Rooms
You hear her talking in the afternoon
But, come the evening, well it's all doom and gloom
She'd make friends in an empty room
They're gone by morning, not a moment too soon
Though she finds it hard to understand
The callous feeling of your open hands
She'll come to you when she needs a friend
Won't give up hoping till the bitter end
Knowing only that the pain will grow
She's praying harder for the light to show
She hides her feelings in plain sight
Fearless moments in the still of the night
Time will come when she gives up the fight
Sees the day when there'll be no morning light
You see her heading for her velvet cocoon
In the evening, well she sings another tune
She's got no friend in that pale empty room
Dreams of stardust and the rising of the crescent moon
Well she's gone walking in the afternoon
Come the evening dances to a different tune
She found no message in that empty womb
All done by morning, to her feelings she's immune
Knowing only that the pain will grow
She prays, she prays, knowing only that the pain will grow...
She hides her feelings in plain sight
Fearless moments in the still of the night
Time will come when she gives up the fight
Sees the day when there'll be no morning light
Heal this moment in the heat of the night
Seize the day, seize the dayInspiration - Clive-upon-Sea
Words and music, vocals, electric guitar, bass, drum mixing and production David Bradley
