Submissions — Week 21 (Theme: I-♭VII-IV)

she gave me a beat
i did the hand jive
she gave me a treat
she gave me a treat

she’s got the vibe

when she floated by
i felt so high
caterpillar butterfly
transformed 

when she held my axe 
i shook and died
she dimed my stack
she dimed my stack

Demo

She's Got The Vibe

Happy

come with me (if you want to live)

Big Dreams (Queenie the Snapping Turtle)

https://www.reddit.com/r/songaweek/comments/bs9clb/submissions_week_21_theme_iviiiv/

https://youtu.be/T6tJGSd8sJM

Catherine

Song a week 21. Theme: I-bVII-IV (https://www.reddit.com/r/songaweek/comments/bs9clb/submissions_week_21_theme_iviiiv/)

When Tradition's Gone

Distant Home - Maxwell Goes To Bed

2019

2019w21 (Meet Tonya)

I Am the Stalker

Interlude

Song a week # 8

WEEK 21 of the 2019 song a week challenge.

FULL ALBUM:
https://johnbrownell.bandcamp.com/album/2019-a-song-every-week

AUTOPILOT 
I am
In my best mood
When I reach cruising altitude
But when I cannot thread the eyelet
I switch to autopilot
To take me from where I am to
Striking distance of where 
You are
At your best, friend
When I feel myself descend
It’s an optical illusion
Mode confusion
Has got me wondering 
Which way is up and which way is down

Eyes shut
I'm too high but
I am the pilot
Giddy headed
Peering through the smoke
Wondering 
Who has the yoke
Wondering 
If this is all a

Bad joke
I have a feeling
The punchline
Will not make me laugh
Now I feel like a balloon
Getting strewn
Hoping to end up in 
Striking distance of where you are

Eyes shut
I'm too high but
I’m no pilot
Dizzy headed
Peering through a hole
Wondering who has control
Wondering who has control

Week 21 - Autopilot

1921 I BVII IV

I was reading "A Brief and True Report of the New Found Land of Virginia" written by Thomas Harriot where he described some early Native American religious beliefs. Two people were thought to be dead, but accidentally buried alive. The evil one saw his soul on fire and changed to become a better person, while the other was good and saw vast trees and fruits all around in the afterlife. I thought of him saying, "I can't wait to die again" when he told everyone of his findings. This song tells that story in as few words as possible: 
LYRICS:
English man he come around
Preaching of his God and gun
Feed him any food you found
Tell him of the undead ones

Years before you came ashore
Buried a bad man out back
The dirt upon the grave it moved
He told of afterlife in fact

I'm here to tell you of evil territory
My soul was burning in fire for eternity
Popogusso is real and scary story
Please won't you forgive me

A good man passed away too
He crawled from out of his grave
Spoke of trees and fruits that grew
"I can't wait to die again"

I can't wait to die again

I Can't Wait To Die Again

r/songaweek - Week 21: I-♭VII-IV

There are Spiders in the dark
Different shapes and colors, most are friendly
You could let them in your heart
Break the cycle of fear,

Don’t shut them out
with all this work to do 
I see the flies around the room

Life's a cycle and don't you mess with it
They're no different, it's perspective

There's a child in the dark
Dreaming of a life with love and laughter
Never chose to play her part
She was dealt her fortune's cards and I can't help
but lie awake and think about
at night when all the lights are out

Give compassion where I can
I'm a coward in the public spaces
Maybe I could understand.

Life's a cycle and you can't change a bit
There's not difference, just perspective. 

There are Spiders in the dark
Different shapes and colors, most are friendly
You could let them in your heart

Submissions — Week 21 (Theme: I-♭VII-IV)

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