This is a culmination of a bunch of stuff I’ve been thinking about when it comes to how I seem to write songs, some of which ended up in this ridiculously long blog post about rhythm and things. A lot of this is stuff I just do, rather than being stuff I think about the whole time.
I’ve gone for 8 main ‘tips’. There will be, of course, plenty of other tips that plenty of other people might have. And some of my tips may not make sense or work for you, but this is just some stuff that’s worked for me so far. I’d love to hear how you go about writing songs (or fiction or poems or anything else for that matter) so that I can steal your process from you.
I’ve been posting about this all over the place, but I thought I’d summarise stuff into a wee blog post. In short, I released an EP this week. It’s called Out Of Here and it contains tracks from the Cooper365 Project last year and some tracks I’ve written since then. The download includes two bonus tracks that haven’t been posted anywhere in my little corner of the internet before, so if you were the sort to be all dramatic then I guess you could call them SUPER-SPECIAL EXCLUSIVE BONUS TRACKS. I also uploaded a B-Sides EP which is some new tracks I wanted to make available somewhere but which I felt didn’t quite fit with the mood of Out Of Here. Read the rest of this entry →
So I’m releasing my EP, Out Of Here, this weekend (7th of April 2012 at around lunchtime, to be precise) and I thought that if I’m going to all the effort of making the thing I might as well promote it in a kind of shameless giveaway competition thing.
It is important to remember that this song should be played in the key of BOUNCING MORON. Or you can play it with a capo on the 2nd fret and mess around with Em and Asus2 chords:
What’s with the sad face? What’s with the fear?
We built this whole place, on stolen cheer
I can’t believe this happened, I can’t believe that neither one of us is here.
Here come the horsemen, four of them ride
My throat is hoarse, man, I’ve let it slide
You never used to be like that, no, you never used to be like that
I’m more tired than I have ever been, and that’s the weirdest thing that I have ever seen.
What is the use, kid? Your time is up
You live by the id, so cough it up
You never used to be like that, no, you never used to be like that
I’m more tired than I have ever been, and that’s the weirdest thing that I have ever seen.
And it simmers low, an undercurrent flows, just like a sinner in a chapel with a sack of pilfered gold
We haven’t made it yet we need some more regrets we’ll throw our anger at the ocean then bum another cigarette
My name is Ardie and I’m prone to making things. I made a novel, I sometimes make songs, I released 365 of them in 2011 for my Cooper365 Project for some reason, I sometimes make flash fiction. This is just a site where most of this stuff I seem to make is kept.