I have been blogging about each of the songs pitted for my debut studio album in the hope I can make a decision about which to choose for the album, and in which order they should go in.
This instalment is for Tactile Disaster - my pop song.
I wrote it after Facebook stalking an ex (terrible terrible) and seeing that he had (yet another) girlfriend. I remember him saying when we were together that his previous relationship had lasted 2 years. Mine with him lasted about 6 weeks because it was clearly a rebound thing. I met a mutual friend some years after, and she mentioned him and the fact that he was now single again. I worked out it had been roughly two years again... Sometimes you just want to be touched - not sexually - just reassured by touch. I remember discussing with a friend about the fact that if more friends gave each other hugs and stuff maybe we wouldn't rely on romantic relationships so much for that tactile experience.
Lyrics and Notes:
Doctor said it wouldn't last she said
(changed from he to she because there are plenty of female doctors, but more assumptions than that that a doctor is male)
When you jump in too fast
It was a tactile disaster
Over in two years and I said it would be
(I did and it was)
I am the lock you are the key
(this was a line I once heard by a guy to get me into bed but it didn't work)
You don't have the right to follow me
(ha ha this was before Twitter)
But you do when you choose
And it makes me love you unconditionally
(This was about my ex still following my music career - he loves my music - I love him unconditionally)
I was right to shoot you down
Even though you were leaving to another town
(I called the serial monogamist up and gave him a piece of my mind)
City, colour and Dallas Green
(I couldn't find a good line. I looked in my phone for saved notes [because I write down lyrics I think of in this way] and found this but realised after someone recommended I listen to a band called 'Dallas Green'! I still haven't really listened to them)
We all want to be on your scene
(All the girls want to be near an unattainable man)
Poor love, live for the thrill of it
I wonder how long you loved her
'Til you had your fill
(vitriol)
City, colour and Dallas Green
We all want to be in your jeans
(all the girls want to get in the pants of an unattainable man)