Gahu Some More Ideas (full Length Soon To Come)

Written and recorded by Abby Posner

I was a sailor, you were my lover
we sailed the cold and lonely seas
we had a picnic, you sat beside me
I fell asleep above the green
I was a child, you were my mother
I couldn't run without you here
I was on trial, you were the jury
I plead the fifth, and disappeared

I'd stay with you for hours, and I would dig up my darkest files
I wish that you could be mine...

I was a leader, you were my servant 
I stole your crown and ran the show
you are a dancer, I am a fighter 
I push as far as I can go
you live without me, I keep you so close
you fill the thoughts inside my mind
you listen to me, I fall to pieces 
you pick me up and hold me tight

I'd stay with you for hours, and I would dig up my darkest files
I wish that you could be mine...

all the leafs are gone
won't you get me out of this loneliness 
all the love is lost again
all the leafs are gone
won't you get me out of this loneliness 
all the love is lost again

you were a child, I was your mother
I couldn't live without you

If I stay with you for hours, would you dump up your darkest files
you wish that I could be yours
and I wish that you could be mine--I don't know anymore. 
Do you wish that you could me mine?

Transference For Dummies (week 2)

This is a very rough sketch - and only 1 possible arrangement of a new tune I'm working on based on some of the rhythms from the African Song Gahu.  It's taken a long time and still has a good ways to go before it's done.  But it's improving.   

Gahu

This is a sketch - not polished - trying out ideas.  

Up There With Recorded Drums + New Parts

Unfinished New Feel in Drums and Bass (Arrangement) for Too Up Close

Too Up Close New Feel 2

This is the first installment of a much longer stream-of consciousness song.  I found the long voice memo and I'm editing it and changing some things... and turning it into this.  Let me know what you think and if you think any parts don't work.  It's pretty desperate at times.  Especially as the song goes on - but it ends up in a really wonderful place that I am committed to.  (Later in the memo)

Weekly Songwriter