Hardcore pawn

I should add that Downward Trajectory is not finished. I was using it for example purposes and thought I had enough to give you the gist.

At the beginning of the eighties, punk became more aggressive as displayed in hardcore and Oi. Our hardcore sampler then:

Double Life

I adored how you endeared
yourself to polite company
slumped in something
usually

I admired how  things transpired
you were multi-tiered you never tired
you kept abreast of lost innocents
consideration to consolation or recompense
I wanted to sing along
when bitterness entered the litany of song

I admitted how you acquitted yourself so well
a verse out of the casual curse and tell
Decades of decoded decadence
 a chin stroke chain of one last chance
 
How you hid what you did til they lifted the lid
bade you take your further bid
for freedom to need them
gone


We’ve hit Hard Rock

The trouble with attempting hard rock so soon after heavy metal is the potential to balk. Luckily this sort of shit doesn’t bother me.

Touching Story

Father went further than faith healers would 
Mother's what mattered he muttered but good
Brothers insist I broadcast the fact
You're only as good as your final act
It's a touching story

Friends now depend on a diplomatic jest yeah
Policing the pleases, ranking the thanks
Old chums still wielding charms
the armour of amour safest arms

touching story

The fingers that linger on buttons and batons
thumbed through manuals describing grabbing
a piece of the piece de resistance
lust in a sense lost innocence
 
The weird have won a ward
in the inn of the unexplored
The leisurely joints apply pressure points
to the need that exceeds all the others anoints
[CHORUS]

Soft rock sample

Is it common to like music across the soft and hard rock spectrum? Of course I like Carole King and Cat Stevens even if my tastes run to groups with disgusting names like the Butthole Surfers and Dead Kennedys. Rumours, the top selling album of the seventies, confirms the continuing popularity of this accent on melody and acoustic yearning.

A Common Misconception

I could explain the pain 
I could make it plain
reference it repeated-ly in the refrain
insist at each instance til it drove you
In 'tsa common misconception

I'd dissect the neglect in a dismal dissertation
on the days of desertion and desperation
stitched up and stuck in this situation
where the care that was there for discarding
[CHORUS]

You had me at hello come hell or high water
fed lines til I'm on the lam til the slaughter
Don't do things by halves and you give me no quarter  
 [C]
 
Am I calming down am I coming down
rendered upended as you were around
surrender to the tender for our surrounds

[CHORUS]

Pockets of Pop Rock

I’ve read the description and gone back over my experiences of pop rock as it emanated from radio but still haven’t grasped what it is. Or what pop is. So in the time-tested tradition for this blog, let’s wing it

I Want To Make It Happen

Each word that occurred 
absurd as the bird who can't sing or fly
yet you're asking me why
is it reason or treason that still makes us try
I want to make it happen baby

I want to make it happen dearest one 
So I've tried and applied on every side
to coin a phrase this coincides
with down at heel or a done deal
[CHORUS]

I've shredded and shedded past proclivities
axed exactly  those other activities
I've still stilts to stall guilt  
 billed as built
 
Each voicing of choice in the matter
exempt from attempts to be flattered
I shoulder this responsibility
selling a solar powered soliloquy 
[CHORUS]

Glitters and Heavy hitters

As is the practice, let’s review those last posts and see to what extent they could be mistaken for the genre I’ve mentioned. Given that we have already acknowledged that attempting to ape existing works in order to get it right or seem authentic is not a good approach for us, there is only so much change the songwriter needs to make to accommodate such urges.

We could ask Alvin or Ziggy using cut up method or something more Glitter than Gary but I haven’t got time for dress-ups. The priority for the lyricist is in taking the song where it needs to go. The choice is upfront in deciding a title or seizing on some passing scrap and building from it, after that you are going to see it form its own way.

I don’t know about you but I’m not that fascinated with the one time glitter rock to spend too much time ‘getting it right’. The thing to do is conjure it all up on your music carriage service of choice.

Ever So Slightly is a tongue twister; a dash through sibilance is a challenge or else a distraction for the singer, especially if they’re also playing a musical instrument. And this is antithetic to the whole ‘Come on come on’ that plays so well with the lads.

Stop You in Your Tracks is the same. It might form the basis for a symphonic metal beast but it’s not going to play well for the hairy biker you got to sing nor the swaying crowd.

Both look, for all their other traits, like poems to read on the page. The very decision to use the homonym means it will be extraordinarily hard to convey through a microphone, especially if you’re yelling and screaming or using a vocal pitch that is accentuated over playing to subtlety in meaning.

If we accept the fact that the songs aren’t bad, the only further observation of interest is what this highlights in the genres. Allowing that they all serve some purpose, be they crass or deluded, repetitive in uninteresting ways, it’s only to note mildly that no metal, be it doom metal, death metal, hair metal, power metal, black metal, thrash metal, dark ambient metal, gothic metal                               has started out vocally with ‘The fuddling of the feat to disappear’ nor fuddling of feet for that matter. Not to be critical of the many forms of metal which are musically dexterous, the wordplay here, which might be imperative in some alternative rock, just strips the impact that a more simply worded message would have.

So what do we gain from this trawl through the genres? The need to nod to fashion for our glam and glitter and to darkness and betrayal for our more metallic tinge, drove the direction of these songs.

A test of my metal

I’ve been putting off heavy metal as you can probably tell by my jumping to glam rock and blaming it on Wikipedia. The trouble with HM is that there isn’t a metal that I’m not mostly ignorant of. Apart from the few exceptions that had the speed and cogency of punk or some quirk that took my fancy, there were a thousand denim clad disciples better placed than I

That’s the theory though and this is a writing praxis. I’ll apply the following rules to conform to the dictates of metal: it will be menacing or dark in some way, it will contain some of the rebellion or displeasure that defines the very real cod metal. We’ll still just have to see..

Stop You in Your Tracks

The fuddling of the feat to make it here 
the full intent to disappear
for you were sent and scent alone
overthrown where it's overgrown
I'm going to stop you in your tracks

Since the prints were washed away
a war on watershed  display
Broken branches of banking threat
reach for the usual rite of regret
stop you in your tracks
stop you in your tracks

The wending con they're sending COD
the distance dusting up 'tween you and me
The forks at which we talk
 as having taken this walk
 
The bullies fully loaded the pipes of peace corroded
ringbarked or railroaded
though you thought to make it out of this
even an avenue to ally with alleys thus 
[CHORUS]

 

Glam ping

Ever So Slightly

As if this stiff could ever lift
the sent home with sentiment
this rule of release relent
this season's subtle shift in tone

Like this lad could lead or load
the embers of September into code
fibbers on fibre to the node
Now we're equipped with here encrypt
We've heard your crash We've seen your slip
lend me your ear and don't give me lip

In what way could the watts sway
the speckle of sparks stray
The little lightening of the load
 that'll give you trouble up the road
 
As if this stiff could ever shift
the cementing of seemly sentiment
this riled rules out repellent
this season's subtle lift in tone


Pop rock bar, Baroque pop

Okay, so before we get to baroque pop, I’d like to put my editor’s cap on and point out that the more familiar, even cliched, ‘ear to the ground’ works far better here than the gimmicky ‘nose to the ground’ though I’ll allow the songwriting part of my brain – or the direct access to the Muse, whichever you fancy – had a bloodhound trail on this thought and may have wanted to open with it and see whether it was picked up, with what was to follow

You Turn Me Upside Down

I keep my ear to the ground
I'm the square there when you're around
proof once aloof in love now profound
You turn me upside down, girl (turn me upside down)
[RPT]

My feet can't compete with the noise on the street
You take me apart like it's art yet make me complete
My shins shine where a grin should begin
My knees pressed where who knows needs to guess
The best moment not to be in
[chorus]

I liked being aright but you set me alight
  in standing and landing right
It was my head that said those I'd eyed could step instead
   into the light defining the night
[chorus]


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Invasion inversion

As I’m neither British nor have I been to the US, I feel spectacularly unqualified to invoke the British invasion. The other issue is that it is a bit of a catch-all in that not only was it ‘coals to Newcastle’ with the rhythm’n’blues and rock’n’roll but the bands who crossed the pond were caught up in(stigating) the change so is there anything not covered in our other sixties ruminations? Possibly not. The pressure’s off then

Billionaire’s Ballast

The name on the building
the sinkhole  filled in
or flying over your own isle
always go in what you call style

Your ship is surely equipped 
with the happier happening to be hip
Payment methods in mythic arraignment
the evanescent path to attainment
We're pleased you've thought us plutocrats
worthy of those stupid caps

The countries you court and the c#nts you control
 how you feel as you fill a hole
The steps the stops the stipulations
 leading to adulterated adulation
 search and destroy each situation

The inner circle jerk of innovation
rockets and sockets racked up salvation
it's another corner of the cornucopia
every magnate in their own utopia


Beat rude to me

Merseybeat deserves its own entry and we all know why even if the most prominent beat-titled band moved on. Beat groups sprung up and influenced the world with their own take on rock. It kept to the simple tale-telling rock’n’roll and R’n’B employed, along with their predilection for heart ache and chasing after the opposite sex.
The issue again is “Do we want to stick to this simple formula?” when this has been so well-covered here. The crux could be in what other influences are brought to beat music/British beat (not the band of that name, the genre). Wikipedia defines it thus

Beat music is a fusion of rock and roll (mainly Chuck Berry guitar style and the midtempo beat of Lubbock sound artists like Buddy Holly), doo-wop, skiffle and R&B.

You Turn Me Upside Down

I keep my nose to the ground
I'm the square there when you're around
proof once aloof in love now profound
You turn me upside down, girl (turn me upside down)
[RPT]

My feet can't compete with the noise on the street
You take me apart like it's art yet you make me complete
My shins shine where a grin should begin
My knees pressed where knows need to guess
The best moment not to be in
[chorus]
I liked being aright but you set me alight
  in standing and landing right
It was my head that said it could step instead
   into the light defining the night
[chorus]