It's the end of 2021 and Covid is not going away.
One day out of curiosity (and maybe nostalgia), I dug from drive on some of the songs I created back in the uni days. WAY BACK...
From time to time I have the urge to do the same thing and it was particularly shocking this time as I found out the created dates lol
I had this crazy stream of ideas coming in everyday and not sure what gave me the pulse to create them (lyrics, harmony, song arrangement with percussion, and many random sound effect!!). I had one guitar, and an iPad (maybe) - and it was already more than enough to help me translate all these ideas out. To this date, every time I listen to my own songs (damn it sounds extremely narcissistic! :laugh:), I am able to get back into my thoughts back then and unforgivably giving myself a pat on the back.
Also one thing that always surprised me was that I absolutely had no shame to share, like I would send email to my friends and family with my songs as attachment and ask them to give it a listen as soon as I finished everyone of them.
One of the songs I wrote was "7 Day". It was an upbeat, acoustic song. It was about the self-instantiated "pressure" on achieving something like a dream, and my own realisation of a "dream".
I absolutely still love this song so much and thinking to do a re-edition seriously.
Day one I realise I had a dream
What's it all about, somehow it's in trash bin
Picking up the pieces in my mind
I just wanna draw the sketch and pin it up
Day two I try to remember how
To plan everything that it will just work out
Write up all the lists that I think I'll do
Have the feeling that it won't go as far
# We all have a dream
And that's something we might know
Deep inside of us but we just put it all behind
And live without
To put thoughts in act, keep promises right there
Not for the other ones who thought that
You should do whatever they ask you to
Day three I follow the plan I draft
But the first thing in mind is "so damn hard!"
Trying to rearrange the to do list
Inside which are things that look impossible
Day four I'm forced to re-demonstrate
How determined I was used to be
So far I haven't done a single thing
Why the hell not putting it into practice
Day five I'm on the edge to give up
It's so painful to know that I'm so trivial
Same old feeling just about to show
Is it of my fate that makes it so
Day six I dump everything outside
Enjoy life in my own standard and feel nice
Why can't life just to be like this
Does it hurt to lay back but I really feel good
Everyone says that you should just have a dream
Without which makes living with no purpose at all
Who decide on what is the common sense
And the basis always just lies in yourself
Day seven I realise dreams are just
To do something you like and that's pretty much