The Gods
This is a song I wrote during the course of a songwriting workshop I've been taking with Buffalo singer-songwriter Alison Pipitone.
Two in the morning and she finds herself awake
Sirens sounding, the house starts to shake
Her heart is racing as she gets up from the bed
Feel the vibrations, thunder echoes in her head
She crawls to the window with a blanket in tow
Grandma's knitted afghan is sweeping the floor
Waiting for the phone call that she knows is gonna come
Waiting to hear his voice and see the rising sun
The walls are shaking
Crystal glasses breaking
She's too old to be afraid
But she's cold and she's alone
Roads become rivers as she sits at the window
Stranded on an island and clinging to the phone
Her voice is shaking as she says hello
And daddy's little girl is no longer alone
She says the gods are angry
He says she's wrong, she's crazy
He says they're taking pictures
Smile pretty under the lights
I wrote it the day after one of the many thunderstorms we've had this summer. I concentrated a lot on images and on this one moment in time. It's not necessarily trying to tell a complete story. After playing it at the workshop, Alison pointed out the repeated use of the word "shaking". It wasn't intentional when I wrote it. She suggested thinking about changing it so that it is only used once, in the "The walls are shaking" line. I'm not sure if I should, or if I like it being a continuous thread throughout the piece. What do you think?
Or thoughts on any other aspect?
I'm not sure it's finished. I think it needs one more verse or one more of the shorter bridge sections, but we'll see.
(c) me
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Two in the morning and she finds herself awake
Sirens sounding, the house starts to shake
Her heart is racing as she gets up from the bed
Feel the vibrations, thunder echoes in her head
She crawls to the window with a blanket in tow
Grandma's knitted afghan is sweeping the floor
Waiting for the phone call that she knows is gonna come
Waiting to hear his voice and see the rising sun
The walls are shaking
Crystal glasses breaking
She's too old to be afraid
But she's cold and she's alone
Roads become rivers as she sits at the window
Stranded on an island and clinging to the phone
Her voice is shaking as she says hello
And daddy's little girl is no longer alone
She says the gods are angry
He says she's wrong, she's crazy
He says they're taking pictures
Smile pretty under the lights
I wrote it the day after one of the many thunderstorms we've had this summer. I concentrated a lot on images and on this one moment in time. It's not necessarily trying to tell a complete story. After playing it at the workshop, Alison pointed out the repeated use of the word "shaking". It wasn't intentional when I wrote it. She suggested thinking about changing it so that it is only used once, in the "The walls are shaking" line. I'm not sure if I should, or if I like it being a continuous thread throughout the piece. What do you think?
Or thoughts on any other aspect?
I'm not sure it's finished. I think it needs one more verse or one more of the shorter bridge sections, but we'll see.
(c) me
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