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  • čas pƙidĂĄn 16. 05. 2024
  • "With a Song" - an original song written in the fall of 1998. If it's not obvious, I was writing this song in a practice room, which had a red floor and those fancy white soundproofing walls. I wrote this song on a grand piano and I was thinking how ridiculous it was that I was writing on such an amazing instrument when I couldn't really play it. Just chords. Anyway, I'm pretty sure this is about a crush I had on (yet another) guy from my choir. 😅
    I'm playing my new Flight TUC-Kitty, which is fabulous. Did I need it? Obviously. It's adorable.
    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 #flightukulele #concertukulele #solidwood #originalsong #musician #singersongwriter #independentartist
    Lyrics:
    With a Song
    I stand upon a red floor
    I shudder in a white room
    I stare at this grand piano
    That I will never truly play
    The air hangs like laundry
    Stale and heavy with too much rain
    The walls suck half my sound away
    And I’m trying to write about beauty
    And the way my life feels now that you’ve come along
    I’m trying to be clever, but the words all come out wrong
    How can I win your heart with a song?
    I draw upon my daydreams
    As hollow as my poor heart
    I sit at this grand piano
    Clumsy fingers touch the keys
    I try to find my voice now
    I wonder if I’m just naïve
    Tell me what to say, please
    'Cause I’m trying to write about beauty
    And the way my life feels now that you’ve come along
    I’m trying to be clever, but the words all come out wrong
    How can I win your heart with a song?
    This obsession is growing
    More harmful each day
    I’m paralyzed by my options
    Which don’t seem promising, anyway
    If I send this song to you
    Will you laugh or pity my pain?
    How can I make you sing my refrain?
    How can I ever hope to explain?
    That I’m trying to write about beauty
    And the way my life feels now that you’ve come along
    I’m trying to be clever, but the words all come out wrong
    How can I win your heart with a song?
    How can I win your heart with a song?
    ©1998 Robin Lea Fritche
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