Tippy Tommy

i don't feel good. i want you to feel awful.
let's leap with diseases, and chew through the barbed fence.
we'll emulate angels - standing alone.
i don't feel good, and i want you to feel awful.
like back when the dogs could talk:
they'd sing songs to point out your friendship.
a trick of the light.

no, really. i don't feel that good.. stayed up kinda late last night partying. ugh. i did win at scrabble though.

the neatest bit about this song is when it goes to the chorus, it switches into a swung 6/8 bit. i really like that. it could probably use an electronic piano sound, like a rhodes or something, but i don't have that. instead, i've got a few guitar tracks, acoustic and electric, and a really cheesy keyboard in the background. thats the little toy that i got from tony again. emily doesn't think much of it, but i'm inclined to leave it alone. i don't find it that offensive.

this whole song i wrote in just a flash, and tried to record it at city signs one day. i liked that version fine, but i had that same issue with trying to get protools to bounce it down. i wasn't as broken hearted about it, though. this time i used a click track and the drums were much easier to record.
the lyrics are a fairly topical reference to falling out with a friend, i named it 'Tippy Tommy' for an old friend who drank red wine out of a sippy cup.

i play a show tonight at mississippi pizza pub, that'll be a nice change from recording all the time.
i hope i break a leg.