Category: 2storeyheart

  • 2storeytreat #5: Sherlock Holmes

    Part 5 of my 2storeytreat series

    Sherlock Holmes

    You can stop pretending, this charade is ending
    I can see through this, I can see through you
    I know what you told me, was just what you told him
    With a little twist and change, of places and names

    You’re lying to me
    I don’t need to be
    Sherlock Holmes
    To figure out what’s going on

    Situation’s changing, you can’t stop complaining
    I can see you want out, why don’t you just ask out?
    I know that it’s over, we just can’t be lovers
    What’s the point of fighting now? If it won’t sort things out?

    I can see that you’re doing all these things
    That you’re not proud of and you really
    Don’t want me to see or catch you in the act

    You’re lying to me
    I don’t need to be
    Sherlock Holmes
    To figure, to figure you out

    So, this song actually began with the main riff repeated throughout the song- I was in the shower and suddenly I just hummed that tune. I quickly finished bathing and figured out how to play it on guitar. I recorded it and then figured out a chord progression and the music was done. I think the lyrics came a few days later when I had an idea about writing a song about a relationship falling apart from lies.

    The lyrics are pretty straightforward. It wasn’t based on a real experience (I don’t think I’ve been cheated on before haha) and I like how I managed to write a song using ‘Sherlock Holmes’. I don’t think there are too many songs out there with the same title either.

    This is one of the few songs that I’ve actually written with a lead guitar part that goes on throughout the whole song. So when I play it live, I have to hum the riff at the start. More worthless trivia for you guys :p

  • 2storeytreat #4 : Car Crash Hearts and a Love Letter written by a half-dead Romantic

    So recording has been going great so far. Guitars are now done, so recording the vocals will be the next step. And probably the hardest part. Let’s hope I don’t screw it up. I probably won’t, with my band of merry friends to watch over me. lol

    This week, I’ll be writing about one of my favorite songs I’ve written. Probably the most ’emo’ as well. The breakup song.

    Car Crash Hearts and a Love Letter written by a Half-Dead Romantic

    I got tired of fighting
    We were fighting for nothing
    Nothing made you happy anymore
    I’m sorry this happened
    I just don’t have the patience I used to have

    And this silence isn’t helping, I wish that we could talk it out (And this silence isn’t helping, I wish that we could talk it out)
    And this silence isn’t helping, I wish that we could talk it out

    People change, I guess I did
    But what’s wrong with change? (But what’s wrong with change?)
    I guess you don’t know me anymore
    Maybe I’d like to keep it that way (Maybe I’d like to keep it that way)

    But I don’t need this guilt trip
    (I’d rather crash the car and end it tonight)
    I really don’t need to hear this out

    Delete all the photographs
    Throw away the ticket stubs
    Bury the flowers with the bear
    In your garden before you go

    I really hope you’re happy
    I really do
    I don’t want you to cry
    Anymore

    Don’t even think about me
    I can’t make you smile anymore
    Forget my name
    And forget my face

    I loved you
    I loved you
    I loved you

    I wrote this song a short while after I broke up with Raelene. Its basically about what I felt after we broke up. How we were arguing all the time and how I seemed to make her cry more than smile. When we were still on talking terms, she said that I changed, which I guess I did after we broke up, and I thought to myself ‘what’s wrong with change?’. The lines This silence isn’t helping.. referred to how our conversations never went anywhere and didn’t seem to help fix things.

    So finally, by the end of the song, I’m telling her to let go of everything and to leave me behind (she was supposed to leave the country).

    In this age, we don’t have anymore physical photographs, and so deleting them is the normal thing to do, though burn would seem more poetic :p The ticket stubs referred to all the movie ticket stubs we kept over the years. Every time we watched a movie, I would keep one stub and she the other, and I would put mine inside an envelope, collecting every movie we watched together. The bear referred to a significant gift I gave to her as a present. She named him Mr. Brown (not important in the song- just things I remember) and she used to hug him to sleep every night. Bury the flowers with the bear in your garden before you go.. She was supposed to leave the country, and so I figured burying the past before she left would help her to forget me.

    This song has the longest song title ever. It refers to the analogy I came up with about how relationships are like cars on the road. There always needs to be some sort of friction between the wheels and the road (between the couple) and how if everything is smooth sailing all the time- the wheels lose their grip and cause the car to slip off the road. Therefore a break up would equate to a car accident. The love letter refers to this song, and the half-dead romantic- me.

  • 2storeytreat #3: The Party Song

    Okay, so this song is NOT going to end up on the EP.

    But there’s good news- yes, ladies and gentlemen- everybody can get this song for free.. now!
    Just head over to: http://www.mediafire.com/?unebiomj2um and download the song. Or stream it on myspace.

    Since a lot of people requested for this song, and I wasn’t going to include it in the EP, I decided to just record it and release it online. It’s gonna be like a promo song for me- share it with all your friends! Tell everyone about it! Spread it around! Whatever! It’s a fun song, so everyone should have fun with it! Remix it! Cover it! Oh yeah, and tell me what you think about it.

    I’ll be heading into the studio tomorrow to start recording. Hope everything goes well!

    The Party Song

    And as these hands move over the fretboards
    And as these words start to leave my lips
    Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
    Raise your glasses and take a sip

    Cos i don’t care if you’re not drinking
    You don’t need to, to get high off this song!
    Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
    Raise your voices and sing along

    It’s friday night and you’re dressed to kill
    In your favorite dress and your dancing heels
    You’re gonna hit the clubs tonight

    With your girls in tow, and your boyfriends in line
    Beer, whisky, brandy and bottles of wine
    Someone’s definitely not driving tonight!

    You make your way to the dance floor
    You’re expecting your favorite number
    But instead you see me on stage
    With my guitar singing

    One more song til the end of the night
    Let’s end this party like how it began
    Everybody scream when the lights go out!
    Everybody scream when the lights go out!

    You make your way to the dance floor
    You’re so drunk it doesn’t matter
    You’re half past dead, your vision is blurred
    I’m still on stage singing

    This song started out with the chorus- very rare for me, as I usually find it harder to write choruses than verses! I wanted to write a fun song because people said most of my songs were all sad and I should have a larger variety in my repertoire. And so, this song materialized.

    After playing around with the chorus for the longest time, I finally decided what to write about- basically the first verse tells the story- its Friday night, you and your buddies decide to head out to the clubs. You hit the dance floor, expecting to dance to Beyonce or Tiesto music, but instead you see me on the stage playing to the whole club. Haha. It’ll be a long way to go before I get big enough to play in a club, so in the mean time catch me at little events all over the place :p

    And as I was looking through my pc, I found the original lyrics I had for the chorus before I changed them-
    as my fingers slide over this fretboard/as my fingers slide over these frets
    and as these words leave my lips
    ladies and gentlemen, get up and groove to the beat
    move your feet
    id like you to dance to the music and move those hips

    and as the minutes turn into hours
    and as the hours turn into days
    ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
    you don’t need to go home, you’re welcome to stay!

    I guess the change was for the better. LOL