A song about writing a song
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I went upstairs with the cat and attempted to write and as usual distractions always loom large. But I was able to pen this song about writing a song fairly easily. I put a rough down then began the job of arranging and adding parts. Next I sent it off to my buddy Rich in California for the vocals and acoustic guitar part. He always adds such lovely phrasing and can actually sing and play so much better than I. After it came back I struggled with his track being that the vocals and guitar were married together making it a nightmare to mix. He often just puts up a mic in the room and goes to work. So it was a battle of making the vocal as good as possible but not rendering the guitar unusable. Compromises ensued. Lastly, I just today added in a bit of Dobro from a new collaborator Jim Pollard. I really used it sparingly for many reasons. but if he sends me another track perhaps I will alter the arrangement. Enjoy
Music & Lyrics by Mr.C
Mr. C plays Upright Bass, Piano, Background vocals, wind arrangements
Rich Sanders guitar and vocal
Jim Pollard Dobro
The cat....all else
Paper & Ink
As I look at the paper,
The verse seems just fine,
But the words they lack emphasis,
Always ending in rhymes,
And the meaning gets lost,
As the ink starts to dry,
No erasing the letters,
As hard as I try
My critics are few,
Just my cat, shes my manager too,
Ive got plenty more songs I could play,
perhaps this ones not ready today,
Today,
I turn off the phone,
Put the blinds way down low,
Who need phones anyway,
When there no one to phone,
I got plenty of time,
As I clear up my mind, (head)
No excuses today,
One more verse Ill be fine,
My critics are few,
And my cats nothing better to do,
Ive got plenty of songs I could play,
Perhaps this songs not ready today,
Today,
So I put down the pen,
As I let out a sigh,
Walk down to the kitchen,
Ive got no more to try,
The words are not coming,
The ideas are all wrong,
Who would think that Id ever,
Had written a song,
My critics are few,
The cats sleeping,
They always seem to,
Theres no reason that I should be sad,
Its the best time the cats ever had
Ill get back to this some other day,
Perhaps this ones not ready today,
Ill get back to this some other day,
Perhaps this ones not ready today,
Today