The second track in the collection of tracks "The Epiphany of Constance"

Obsession

The 4th part of "The Epiphany of Constance"

Based on a guitar part I wrote ages ago but fleshed out and developed into a full soundscape

Adoration

Addiction

The third track in "The Epiphany of Constance", it's deliberately less 'angsty' than the first two tracks, using less abrasive intervals.

Affection

The 8th track written for "The Epiphany of Constance" 

Longer than I originally envisaged but I'm pleased with how its turned out. Started as a voice leading experiment from an A Minor chord.

Lamentation

Celebration

Track 6 "The Epiphany of Constance"

This one's in 3/4 and as soon as I hit upon the pulsing drumbeat I knew how I was going to put it together. It has some weird interval jumps and deliberately spiky arrangements. For the part of the story  it represents it's darker than I first intended. 

Passion

Attraction

The final track in the "Epiphany of Constance" drew inspiration from one of my favourite pieces of music then it all went off in its own way.

Restoration

So I'm currently building a set of acoustic tracks that aren't all just "woe is me, I'm heartbroken" type things. (Nothing wrong with that, just not what I want to write anymore) so this is a slightly more satirical take on modern romance, and how much some superficial judgemental ideas can potentially cost you good things in your life.

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Full Lyrics:

I was out there at this night club
When I saw her pretty face
Everything ‘bout her was perfect
So I naturally gave chase
Told her she was gorgeous
And man we got along
We both like our bourbon
And we both knew sex was on

We did some a dancin’
And a kissin’ through the night
Could ‘ha told her that I loved her
And I knew it would be right
So I asked her for her number
And that’s where it all went wrong
Coz what she pulled out from her bag
Was an inferior telephone

Cause there was me with my iPhone four
Made by the brand that I adore,
When she pulled out another phone
Knew I was going home alone
Why couldn’t she have a phone with Siri
If she ha’ tha’ night we’d ha’ got busy
coul’da been the apple of my eye
If she’d just had an iPhone five

I was sitting on a bar stool
Enjoying me a beer
When I glanced across the room
And saw her sittin’ there
Hell, she left me speechless 
And the talk we had was great
Until we pulled out our phones
And went to arrange a date

I’m not sayin’ I won’t date you
Based on your accessories
I’m not sayin’ I won’t love you
Or want you in love with me
But we need to lay the law down
So this point I must lament
If you don’t have an iPhone 
How can I trust in your judgement

So I got one more thing to tell you
In this cautionary tale
And I hope that you’ll be listening
Cause I don’t want you to fail
If you judge a book by its cover
And folk by their choice of phone
You may die and then be eaten
By alsatians in your home

Why Couldn't She (A Not so Serious Ballad)

Songwriter, eclectic in tastes and style, write a bit of country, some metal, the odd blues, rap, rock, whatever feels write for what I'm trying to say I guess. Songs written and recorded over the last while, hope you enjoy them.

PhilGC