Nouley! I'm thinking of your comment about my hearing "explaining with signs",
not knowing why I got so confused. Not being sleepy yet, I thought I'd do more for you,
that's you, as a Greek and friend to the band, from these North American ears of global construct.
When I figure out the words to a song, I don't look at anything else, starting with a blank piece of paper,
beginning to write the first words I hear, leaving spaces, starting or ending lines, filling it in with repeated listenings.
I just did that here, listening ten times in a row, and there's not a lot of words or variations.
When you see an X, that's a sound I can't figure out, not a word, a sound, maybe part of a word.
Let's say science, if I can't figure out the sci I'll type X ence.
I'll also add comments about pronunciation at the end, rounding out my explanation.
This is also good for me, and your comments will amplify my understanding of your language.
It was easy to comment, thinking producer, but getting into the songwriting is more invasive.
It's up to you how far you want to go with this, and I'm even thinking of my own adaptation.
The vocalist has a breathy rasp coming up from the back of her throat,
what might be a Greek exclamation, like how Scottish people have that burr,
and that's a major factor for me, not catching some words at all.
That's why I was thinking she wasn't singing in her native tongue.
X the grass yeah is greener, and X ence yeah forever,
when none of them set foot on the sky,
and the earth gets X gles, I'm no longer to roam, I'm no longer to roam.
Your mama let you out with no jacket on,
and your bob bob blues are X X X ave,
when you start anew you let a smile upon your cheek,
X you X ert your enemies I X X to roam, I X X X
Oh, yeah yeah yeah, I just assumed you'd find your world,
you're not wrong at all, you're no longer to roam.
Now you're trying to explain it with science,
but everyone else seems to try to push it away with X ence,
you keep on explaining with signs,
in the end you stay alone with X ence, and just X X X X
Oh yeah yeah yeah, I show you X a world you're not wrong at all,
you're no longer to roam.
All north american music sings about your mama and your papa, movies for sure.
What's dominating charts is the hip-hop and country attitudes.
Your singer is singing "maw maw", not mama. You change mama and it's just not effective.
Everyone knows you don't let anyone else mess around with your mama, unless it's your paw paw.
She has to be singing jacket, but it sounds like jagged, as in "Jagged Little Pill", by Alanis Morisette.
One time, singing I'm, it sounds like high-muh.
I've never heard the phrase "You're no longer to roam", a very clumsy use of English.
And roaming is a very common word to use, rhyming with home very easily.
It must be different for you, hearing the sound roam, being so tied to Rome.
Please don't think I'm coming down on you about the English language, like I am and you're not.
When the dark ages had passed, my Scottish ancestors looked down on their fellow islanders below Hadrian's Wall,
seeing them speaking Latin, seeing a melting pot society, people coming there to get into the northern oceans.
Scottish people, as The Return of Sion, James of Scotland, defined the English language,
using it to create the Holy Bible, and later, the Encyclopedia Britannica.
The Encyclopedia was published to educate Europeans about other new countries around the world,
so their military masters could no longer say they are killing them because they are dogs without languages or prayer.
So we both are using English, when I could be Gaelic and you Greek.
Let's see what I can do with your words, even if an easy message escapes me.
Is it the grass, yeah, that's getting greener,
is the other side there, forever,
when none of us has set foot up in the sky,
and this world keeps whirling, you've turned your back on your home,
and now all you can do is roam. And you know all roads lead to roaming.
Your mother knows you left to face all that cold alone,
all she can do is hope your blues don't get the best of you,
getting out at first it's easy to have a smile on your face,
but when others try to make you an enemy,
you have to behave in ways to make a friend of me,
and you're so far from home, can you just pick up and go.
Oh, yeah, it's true, I just assumed you'd find your world,
and figure out what to do, and start to build your own home,
so you won't have to roam.
Now you're trying to break me out of my cell, phone,
when there's no signal for you to find you get down, load,
you just keep on explaining I just have to try it,
in the end we're all just left counting up the hits,
even if we link up, we're still sitting here alone,
we're so far, far away from home.
Oh, oh yes it's true,
you can build a world where you are never wrong,
but that doesn't make it a home,
that doesn't mean you're not alone,
Have you even tried the telephone,
because baby we all want some for our own,
and that grass is starting to look full grown,
this girl is starting to act full grown,
when this boy is acting out on his own,
and the love we share makes it our home,
when we no longer have to look to Rome,
when all roads lead to our home.
when your love brings you back to my door.
and you won't have to roam any more.
Am I suggesting that the singer jam out the words a little bit,
instead of stopping singing and having an instrumental carry on for over a minute,
when most DJ's would fade the song after the vocals, unless it was outstanding and signature music?
And don't forget, I'm hearing Sade production from "it's just an ordinary love, an ordinary love",
the same choked, distorted, wah-wah guitar break that leads into soloing.
This also gives you a chance to say forget it, and ignore my extra words, diplomatic of me,
and also suggestive, giving you workable rhymes you might use to change the song your way.
Uh, should I make a video of me playing guitar and singing it? I feel I know it already.
Thanks again Nouley, for getting into it with me. As you can see, it truly turned me on.
I recently did an artwork on blue paper using blue dots, my fallen blue warrior who looks like me,
using a photo of
"The fallen warrior from the east pediment of the temple of Aphaia, Aigina.
Staatliche Antikensammlungen and Glyptothek, Munich,
Photo: Hartwig Koppermann".
There is an extensive program here for putting up your own artwork or photos.
If you can put up a coloured photo of the reconstruction of the throne room of the megaron at Pylos,
I'll put up a photo of my painting of it, and it will be big.
Big enough to be all our home, so our font won't have to roam.