Itch

2 weeks ago by @dasbinky

Liner Notes

This seed of this tune started with the pre-chorus ("You're like a church I don't attend, where I never know when to say Amen"), a line that popped into my head during a wedding in which I was very confused. Why did everyone else know when to stand up? I don't know what to answer when the head dude utters things. Why are people looking at me angrily as I'm writing lyrics on my phone? Who are these people getting married?

Then I said, "Wait! I write things! That random lyric can be a metaphor!"

"A metaphor for what?", another voice in my head asked.

"None of your business," I deflected, but really I didn't know.

Do I know now? You decide!

Musically, I've been interested in doing more "band arrangement" stuff when I do rawk music, so this is just bass, two guitars, drums and one vocal. No twelve extra tracks of overdubs. (Which is sad, because I love overdubs as much as I love not being confused at church. And I don't go to church, so I'm chock full of overdubs normally.) And the guitars never play the same thing, because that's what rawk bands should do. Don't have a distinct part to play? Stop playing! Gah! Don't double the other guitar, play a counterpoint or something!

As result, this song is significantly too busy, since every instrument is trying to play its own competing melody or theme. Often in slightly different keys, just to keep it fun. Because rawk! Can't handle the EM11♯9sus2 chord I accidentally created in the verse? Go listen to VeggieTales, ya poser. (I have no idea whether VeggieTales uses EM11♯9sus2 chords, or metaphors for that matter.)

It occurs to me that my liner note rambling may not be adding any value to this song.

Ya how else this is a rawk song? Saying "yeah" and "uh huh". That's hard core. And a wanky solo! And having no dynamic range! We will win the loudness wars!

I hope you liked that solo. Gotta love E major.

Enjoy.

#rawk #wankingsolo

Lyrics

When I'm left to my own devices
Where I go is no surprise, yeah
A victim of the agony , the irony
And the chemistry, uh huh

You're like a church I don't attend
Where I never know when to say Amen

Breathe in deep
Your taste it lingers
Honey dripping
From your fingers
Reaching out
To bring you near
It only makes you disappear
Pull out, fall back, detach
You're an itch I can't scratch

Fantasies I can't retain
Energy I can't sustain, uh huh uh uh
Hang on your words like Holy Scripture
But I'm just staring at your picture, yeah

You're like a church I don't attend
Where I never know when to say Amen

Breathe in deep
Your taste it lingers
Honey dripping
From your fingers

Reaching out
To bring you near
It only makes you disappear

Pull out, fall back, detach
You're an itch I can't scratch

(face-melting solo)
(continue only if face not melted)

You're like a church I don't attend
Where I never know when to say Amen

Breathe in deep
Your taste it lingers
Honey dripping
From your fingers

Reaching out
To bring you near
It only makes you disappear

Pull out, fall back, detach
You're an itch I can't scratch

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