Long Conversations from Remember Jenny by Remember Jenny
THIS IS THE SCORPION OF THE ALBUM; THE ONE WITH AN UNDULATING STING!
In modern rock tracks, since the very dawn of the genre, the ideology of love has always been conveyed rather traditionally in its context, with its basis focusing upon physicality within a romantic relationship.
I had only found this blatant misinterpretation of infaturation , to be demining and untruthful to the listener, to me it is like proclaiming ‘Well my song is popular, because the relationship in it is perfect, so therefore in order to be seen as ‘accepted’ your relationship must be aswell.’
It occurred to me, whist generating ideas for this album, that I would very much like to take a ‘love’ song and revolutionise it-not only contextually but conceptually also by contemporising and reifying its imbedded circumstance.
‘Long Conversations’ is a song, staring the conventional characters of a love story-A male and female; however it is to me, a fruitless, lust-lead, sidled and contorted journey that exploits the extensive weight of emotions felt during non-linear chain of ‘Long Internet-orientated Conversations.’
At this point I must confess, I’d be liar, to suggest that my inspirations for writing these lyrics were purely fictitious and induced by sheer imagination. This song was written bluntly as a rampant rage of much needed self-expression, to ventilate my private thoughts and personal feeling, during a very tempestuous time. Although the finished product may possess lines of reasonable poetics, the first drafts were anything but. In my initial lyrics for this song, I was very direct and abrasive with my phasing and vocabulary
Proceeding this troublesome time I was able to reflect upon my previous writings and refine them with consideration and craftsmanship culminating in the creation of ‘Long Conversations’ which is a work that genuinely pleases me. I trust myself to have produced quite a lyrically unique music piece, which does exactly what I set out for it to do back at 10.30 PM on the night of the 13th June 2010, only more orderly... enjoy!
Tracklist
| 3. | Long Conversations | 4:00 |
Lyrics
I’m gonna try to explain something
So that you’ll help me, to comprehend
You see the atmosphere, is euphoric my dear
When through a screen I’m holding your hand
I remind myself of an hourglass
And you’re the slipping sand
Whenever I try, to chase you down
You go hunting in the opposite end
Let’s have another long conversation
Because I’m sure that we can, work this out
Let’s have another long conversation
Please don’t leave me, by myself
Now you have found me, in a rubble tunnel
That’s where I bolt towards a light
It’s the yoke, inside your second soul
The one that no-one ever seemed to like
Joins of hunger start to carve me
Passion is replenished by thrust
Hallucinations fetch reality
Like headlights screeching through a frith
With a ping the tire tracks accept me
And fend for me, as their own
My head connects with the keyboard dock
Which wakes me for your ‘Hello.’
My metaphors slither away
Despaired and filled with disappointment
It may come worming back at day
If it detects your sense of reluctance.
And you can tell what I’m about to say
But where there’s a will...
Well it will be okay
And what do I care
Of the coming days?
When I’m declared a winner,
From every which-way
It matters not of the angle looked!
But just for us to talk, it’s my queen in the rook
Let’s have another long conversation
Because I’m sure that we can, work this out
Let’s have another long conversation
Please... don’t leave me, by myself
I’ve got secrets that I’ll pay you to see...
So Roll up, for the lyrics of you and me
Just come by my heart, where there’re for the find
Unwritten verse-too painful to type
In this...
Long conversation,
Where I only wish to work this out
And For the sake of resignation
Please don’t leave me by myself
You’re gonna try to explain something
You say it’ll help me to understand
Then you apologise for any feelings hurt
Under this fickle and false pretence
Load faults in the chamber, three-by-three
For ever one you concede, there’s eight for me
Fire! My wrongs until the gun glocks
And then we’ll just run on empty
Tell me, how could I have become obsessive?
When I’ve been too busy thinking of you
Aggression only leads to depression,
And so I’ll count the minutes until the sun falls dead-
Pitiful as it may be
I’m gonna come and stroll along this tide-wrecked beach
Collect the sanded glass I need
To build myself a factory.
You have found me at workman’s bench
My back is hunched and my hands are clenched
Is it my novelty serving its last?
Or is it just an hour glass?
Credits
Lyrics: Matt Smith
Music: R. Parkhouse
Comprehensive Production: R. Todd
