Loop 4/7 (GiveMeTheReason)

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02 - Matter

Too Many Words was included in the top 30 list for the CONTEMPORARY POP DANCE Category of the 2022 Australian Songwriting Contest. 

I was thinking one day about how my songs are wordy.  I had the thought that I could write one that was mostly the words "too many words" and would have far fewer words than most.  Naturally irony prevailed and "Too Many Words" probably has too many words.

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Chorus 1:
Too many words
Get in the way
Of all the clever things
I was planning to say
Too many words
Over the top
I know what I'm doing
But I can't seem to stop

Verse 1:
I've been nervous thinking
About what I'd say tonight
I rehearsed a whole lot cuz
I wanted to get it right
I was looking here and there
Through all the words I knew
To find the words to tell you
How I feel about you

Chorus 2:
Too many words
Got in the way
Of whatever it was I thought
That I wanted say
The most important things
Are hard to convey
That's when too many words
Get in the way

Bridge:
Long as I remember it's always been this way
No matter what I talk about I've got too much to say
All my songs are far too long
All my stories are long too
I rarely choose a single word when 5 or 10 will do.

Verse 2:
I stumbled over adjectives
Adverbs, nouns and verbs
All I heard myself say
was a jumbled mess of words
Felt i should Apologise
For what I'd put you through
Before I could you smiled and said
You already knew

Chorus 3:
I wasn't sure
What it was I heard
I was still caught up in my
Avalanche of words
I felt so alive like I could
Laugh and dance and sing
But I couldn't manage
to say a single thing

Chorus 4:
You taught me a lot
‘bout talking since that day
I’ve learned that what you hear
Matters more than what I say
I still got a ways to go
Before I master brevity
But I’m getting better at telling you
what you mean to me
I took some time and thought about
All the words I could do without
One by one I cut them out
'Til the only words left numbered three

Too Many Words

https://www.youtube.com/@KateSuttonMusic
(K Sutton, R Murphy)

What can I do today, to make life a bit better?
What can I do or say?
Shall I give my life away?
Every time I look in your eyes, I feel like I'm falling again...

So I try to say that I don't feel these emotions all over again
So I try to stop the feelings, I'll never share them with you
Every time we speak, it's me who's a fool
I don't know what to say to you, gotta get my life back

Shall I give my life away?
Every time I look in your eyes, I feel like I'm falling again...

Sometimes when I'm in my room, staring at the moon, thinking about myself

I'll remove my rose-tinted glasses, I will dare to look
A shock of the truth, that was all that it took

When you're not there, I've been hurt by love before, and it makes the wrong turns
When you're not there, I've been through it all before, and it's all the same
When you're not there, I've been hurt by love

When you're not there, when you're not there, when you're not there
When you're not there, when you're not there, when you're not there...

(Copyright PizarroMusic 2024)
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Also, on Spotify Playlist POP Moods:

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When You're Not There

Dancing in the Moonlight

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Why do you both love?

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Release date: 05-16-2025

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Take Me Home - Anthemic Deep House Session

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

Why do you both love?

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