Lyric Paint. I Am Asking. In the dead of night. (Patreon)
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My loves.
Here we go. I love these nights.
I just posted this to socials as well, buried deep in the Saturday night algorithm, but I have the feeling you all will have some goddamn gold, because you always do.
So; Lyrics. Help me paint.
I have this fresh new batch of dresden dolls songs in the cooker, and I need to paint them with human detail. The architecture is there, but I need some paint. Keep it short. The worst, please. Covid, Lockdown, Grief, Betrayal, Divorce, whatever. (I’m Amanda Palmer and I am not afraid).
Stay in the dark. I don’t want hear about your good day.
You can veil with poetry if you gotta.
“He held a knife to my thigh” works, but I’m also talking “I found out about her affair because she left the used condom in the trash where I could see it” kinda level.
By the way; this is not a drill. I really do use this stuff. And I love it.
“He took himself to the hospital the day our baby turned one. I was angry and busy and sad and I didn’t give him a ride and, even though he tried, it wasn’t enough. His body was found when our baby was fourteen months old. I was afraid nothing would ever be right again and I was right.”
That last line is a fucking keeper.
But it’s the DETAIL that makes it. General isn’t great for lyrics. “He died and I was sad” takes us nowhere.
These. Fuck me. Just screenshotted from FB.
Hit me. (Here in comments, or it it’s very private, message me here on Patreon and I’ll scroll through what I can - though don’t expect a response since I’ll be a little flooded.).
Boom!!!
Hit records about extreme sadness and trauma await us.
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