Quicken the deed

I heard your ears prick up when I mentioned a quick and dirty method, as it were, to dashing out a song on demand. Not to corral your efforts on this theme but if you were given a brief by a hard pressed mate who was busily constructing chords, to pen words to a country song called ‘You Can’t Take It Back’ for that gig in Yerecoin. You’ve never been to Yerecoin and have no idea what sort of music they like or what sentiments they’ll find entertaining. Or you’re busking on the street in Tamworth.

The trick is to outline what this angle will bring: stick with the premise – what kinds of things can’t you bring back? Then take four such items and place them in verses down the page. Now add a chorus, perhaps.

‘Your Danielle Steel novels’ is too narrow (even if they are bestsellers) and doesn’t resonate.

No time to be fancy; you’re playing at a mate’s keg party and you don’t have enough material. Or you’ve heard Colin speak disparagingly of Neil Diamond just as you’d perfected Kentucky Woman. Whatever your pressing need to bash out a number, simple is best as it lends itself to the tried and true techniques. So there’s nothing wrong with reaching for the most predictable things one might talk of taking back or having taken back

‘You gave me your heart
For when we are apart
Now you can’t take it back’

‘You gave me your love
and it fit like a glove
Now you can’t take it back’

‘You gave me your soul
A wind-up painted doll
Now you can’t take it back’

‘You gave me your dreams
to pull at the seams
Now you can’t take them back’

Spot the odd one out. That whole soul thing is creepy, get rid of it. Either substitute it with another verse or drop it out altogether. And, no, soul and control has been played out in the Motels. You can’t use that.

II

So, anyhow, that’s the bones of the song and it didn’t take long. You might not want to write to this level all the time. Use times off the road to construct something more substantial that will leave a legacy. For now, know how to deal with all songwriting situations.

Song’s tough with songstuff

Following on from the last post, let’s stay with songstuff. You may be wondering how a title and an undeveloped couplet comprise ‘songstuff’. Don’t you need to have the whole song fleshed out before you can talk about content?

No, because you won’t be writing the song that way. Even if you share the stage of being able to write effortlessly to order, you will find yourself assembling the pieces. Every writer is probably different, but they can still only put the song together using its components. Theirs are the many happy accidents that can happen once the idea comes together.

There isn’t anything in the news I want to touch so lets stay off topical currency and look at how songs announce themselves. We’ve been looking at the part narrative plays; albeit in its offshoots and aspects, and I do see a central role, if not a defining one, in the songwriter’s armoury. Even if, paradoxically, writing a song as if you were writing a story is limiting and fraught, if that’s what you feel obligated to do.

If you are going for the story song, consider ‘Hurricane’ by Bob Dylan. It starts off “Here comes the story of Hurricane/the man the authorities came to blame/for something that he never done”. Whether Reuben Carter was falsely tried, the intent of the song; its meaning, is right there. So put away your Dylanology essay sheets for now.

“Here comes the story” instead of “This is the story” helps to roar into that story but that’s just a bonus coming from the master.

You achieve a similar effect with “Let me tell you ’bout the birds and the bees/and the flowers and the trees/And a thing called love” except there it’s the captive audience without the promise of a story. I’m just going to tell you about a whole bunch of stuff, in song.
Another way of declaring that you’re telling the listener a bunch of stuff in song is in the chorus of ‘Gypsy Queen’ by Adam Harvey, “Well I’m singing for the dark and lonely highways/I’m singing for the rivers and the seas/I’m singing for the country roads and byways” What’s instructive in that song is not that it returns to a familiar patina about who will sing for [the narrator], but that it launches into an explanation of what he or she is doing. Singing about the fact you are singing, but doing it artfully and so it fits in the song.

The statement of intent is not a feature that makes a song more honest, even if that is what it aspires to be. A formless song that documents loss is going to have a resonance beyond its technical limitations, while a dexterous work that has no feeling is less successful.

Songs that aren’t telling you any more than you want to hear are an essential part in the industry that keeps music making a viable option. They allow songs that don’t flinch from telling it like it is to be published and performed.

There’s no need to introduce yourself at all. A song doesn’t have to announce its presence or revel in its construct. Nor does its writer.