A "soulish" take on my favorite subject, regret.
Words and music by Val Jensen
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Here I wanted to see if I could recreate some of the late 1970s/early 80s blue-eyed soul sounds in my head. As usual, the first line just came; in fact it all came pretty fast once I had the basic music track. The bass and drum tracks were key to getting what felt like the right cadence for the lyrics.
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Maybe, its just a matter of time
Till the past catches up with this life of mine
And lately I spend my time alone
Away from what reminds me of the things I've done
Oooh don't you worry son
What's done is done
But I still try to find a way
To make it through another day
And never have to say again I'm sorry
Sometimes, what seems like choice
Is just my conscience speaking in another voice
Hope is just a way for me
To soften all the edges of my memory
Oooh, there's no hurry son
The day will come
Let go your worried mind
Give yourself a chance to find
The peace that only comes from time alone again
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