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  • čas pƙidĂĄn 17. 05. 2024
  • "Firefly" - an original song written in June 1995. I started writing it because a kid at camp showed me a Firefly they caught.
    This song was a beast to play, even though it's super easy on guitar. E major on ukulele is not my friend yet, and after playing this over and over, my hand was cramping up pretty bad. I actually have all the words to this memorized still, but when I was recording, my brain kept freaking out about all of the E major and I would forget what words came next. So, I had the words up on my computer screen just in case. In đŸ„”
    I'm playing my new Enya Nova U Pro tenor uke. I did have the AcousticPlus effects on, but I don't think it's noticeable. It doesn't seem as good as my brother's Concert, no idea why.
    General project notes:
    I'm sharing 100 #ukulele #practice sessions as 100 posts in 100 days, for the #100DaysUke2024 #challenge. I'm a new player (starting 11 February 2024), but I also play guitar, so skill transfer is a thing. 😜 Also, it's practice, not perfect at all. đŸ€Ł The point is, here's proof I've been practicing!
    #acoustic #folk #uke #enyaukulele #enyamusic #tenorukulele #originalsong #musician #singersongwriter #independentartist
    Lyrics:
    Firefly
    If I were beautiful
    Would my life be perfect
    Would love and my loneliness
    Would it answer my prayers
    Would it give me a world
    That I've only imagined
    Would it swallow my teardrops
    Would it calm all my cares
    For I am a firefly
    Blinking bright green
    Blinking back tears
    Before they are seen
    Is finding a mate
    The most primal of needs
    Flowers can't bloom
    In the presence of weeds
    If I possessed magic
    Could I mix a potion
    Would it make you love me
    Would it sew up loose seems
    Could that potion give me
    The voice of an angel
    Would it sing me to sleep
    Would it sweeten my dreams
    Cho:
    If songs were made of satin
    Would their words be softer
    Would they sparkle like ribbons
    Would they tie up my sorrows
    And if they were softer
    Would words still be daggers
    Would they hurt those that I love
    Would they spoil their tomorrows
    Cho:
    ©1995 Robin Lea Fritche
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