Emotional Morning
Sometimes I listen to my own music.
That might sound weird, but it also makes sense.
I made the music because I like it (or at least parts of it).
Sometimes it even moves me.
It’s not perfect, and neither is anything I make.
But it’s an expression of how I was feeling at the time,
Executed to the best of my ability.
Or maybe not actually my best because I’m lazy.
This morning, I listened to a song called “Strange Interpretation.”
I wrote this song in the depths of the pandemic.
On my bed in a London flat with barely any furniture,
Awake in the dark with my phone,
Thinking about the state of the world,
Thinking about the state of myself,
My eyes filled with a tear or two.
I wrote it all within a few minutes.
The inspiration was there, and I took it.
I don’t always do that, but it works out better that way.
Otherwise, if I come back to the idea later, it’s gone.
If you don’t use your inspiration, they’ll give it to your rival.
I love the lyrics in this song.
I didn’t try to get too cute,
I just wrote whatever came to mind.
They’re a bit cheesy, but they’re real.
Years later, I accidentally recorded this song in one take.
I was up early and inspired to record something.
I just wanted to get a little scratch track down.
I honestly didn’t even remember the words.
Standing at my desk in my underwear in the dark,
Headphones on, guitar around my neck,
I opened up the note with the lyrics and started recording.
I had never practiced, but it just came out.
If you listen, you’ll hear that I’m struggling to sing it.
Since I forgot the lyrics, I was surprised by a few.
I was honestly laughing and crying at the same time.
A testament to how life is both funny and sad.
It might sound fake, but it’s not.
Quite an emotional morning.
Anyway, here are the lyrics:
I got a strange interpretation
Of life out on my own
And I’m a slave to hibernation
And I am not alone
Well here’s one for the afterlife
And one for before
Don’t forget to bring the light
When you enter the door
Cause people don’t really know what to do
They just make believe
And if you can make them smile a few
They just might not leave
I got a strange interpretation
Of life out on my own
And I’m a slave to hibernation
And I am not alone
Well there’s plenty of things to do
So if you think it’s boring
Some one is probably thinking of you
Even if they’re snoring
Sometimes I cry at night
Some times at dawn
But this here is a beautiful life
And it’s not the only one
I got a strange interpretation
Of life out on my own
And I’m a slave to hibernation
And I am not alone
“Strange Interpretation” by Grand Central Dispatch