Irregular Saint
By Matt Patrick on March 18, 2012 6:09 pm
I didn't have a drummer around this week, so I jumped on the drums and played the beat that every non-drummer seems to play when they sit down at a kit. My hope was that the music and production might actual make that tired beat kind of cool. I think it worked. It is also fun to use this Weekly Beats format to stretch not just my songwriting, but my singing style.
My band played a show last night and I arrived home at 3am. Then woke up at 7am, was out the door at 7:30 and at the studio to continue working on this little tune by 7:45am. Before I arrived, I had the first verse done, thinking the song would just be about people who coast passionless through life. In my delirious state I turned the chorus into my current trend of not sleeping very much, working too hard and even losing sleep thinking about my projects.
I guess this tune was meant to be a wake up call for those folks who need to rise out of their slumber and do something great. But it also turned out to be a call to myself to not work my life to death.
yawn.
Time for a nap now..
All instruments played and recorded by Matt Patrick at the Library Recording studio.
Instruments used:
Maracas
Drums
1960s nameless P-bass
Fender Stratocaster
Korg Monotron
Tambourine
Irregular Saint
Rise from your slumber you sleepyhead
You’re barely alive and then you wake up dead
Grab the second hand and pull like hell
The morticians got you penciled in, so break your spell
Your next in line and then the bell-hop rings
But now somehow he’s run off with all of your things
Walk the plank and eye the dreadful sea
Or unlock your situation with a skeleton key
Someone’s held captive inside their cell
Power up and bust out of the shell
I don’t know
I can’t sleep
Stuck in time
Counting sheep
You may say that I wax and I wane
But I’d say, I’m an irregular saint
Glance behind you at the mess you’ve made
You’re a charlatan who’s leaving a world betrayed
You tuck the napkin inside your shirt
Lick your lips as fate sets down your dessert
Someone’s held captive inside their cell
Power up and bust out of the shell
I don’t know
I can’t sleep
Stuck in time
Counting sheep
You may say that I wax and I wane
But I’d say, I’m an irregular saint
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