01-Ozcan Ture & Kivircik ali -

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Here we go. Seminal emo-leaning indie folk from my early catalogue. Sitting in my teenage bedroom in the suburbs of Melville, Long Island and ruminating over my relationship with my teenage girlfriend. I strummed the few chords I knew in a pattern that felt familiar. How do you write a blues song if you’ve never played the blues? We’ve all felt the blues though. So I was trying to play a blues song using the folk chord voicings I’d learned from playing along to the acoustic Bright Eyes songs I’d been listening to religiously. And I sang my lyrics like a prayer:                                                                            “I thought I was over you.
 Yeah I thought I was over you.
 But if I was over you, 
I guess I wouldn’t feel so blue,
 so I guess I’m not over you.

But I thought I’d be better now
Yeah I thought I’d be better by now
But I’m pacing round my room 
And Im still wearing your sweater
So I guess Im not better yet

But I thought it would hurt less
Yeah I didn’t know it would hurt so bad
When you let some other guy slip you outta your dress
I thought it would hurt less
I thought it would hurt a whole lot less

Now the lord said just be strong
And he said “harden not your heart”
But my hearts got a shelf-life
Just like everything else
And I feel it passing now
And I feel like Im passing out

And Socrates said “know thyself”
He said boy, don’t go being a fool
So my love for you is like 
a flickering shadow on a cave wall
And Im putting the fire out,
Yeah Im snuffing that candle now

Cos you know I don’t have to take this shit
No, especially not from you
So Im sorry about all those things I said
Yeah, I didn’t mean to be so cruel
But I was trying to get over you
I was just trying to get over you”
 It’s a song I wrote when I was still a teenager, 18 or so I think. Id play it out sometimes at parties and some family gatherings. My dad and his friends would joke and say “yeah I wrote this song when I was in prison.” Bolstering the image of the old hurt bluesman who was alive inside this skinny teenager in ripped jeans with shaggy hair. When I was twenty something… Idk 24 or whatevr maybe, when I met Eli and hired him to record my first collection of songs I had to relearn the weird strumming pattern. It seemed so amateur that it was somehow beyond where I had arrived at in my ability as a guitarist. It’s funny how that happens as you get “better” at something you have trouble pulling off moves you basically think you invented when you first started.

01-Ozcan Ture & Kivircik ali -

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