Adrian Song of the Week 2. Uninvited
Having previously posted a song I wrote back in my teens, thought I'd follow up with a more recent ditty.
Covid arrived on our doorstep as an unwelcome guest. We all deal with things differently. Some journal. Some binge. Me? I write a song. "Uninvited" is a response to the epidemic that came our way in 2020. As it began disrupting our live's some underestimated its effect. "It will be all over by Easter" they promised. Hmm.
A particular effect it had on my life was to force the closure of our church for numerous weeks, and we had to learn how to produce and present online services. The line "Not in a month of Sundays" references that interruption to my usual routine! Although written over a year ago, we still don't know how it all ends. Hence the line, "But what will be...Wait and see"
Musically it follows a simple 4 chord verse/chorus structure, until the middle section, which becomes a little more complicated as a way of saying, "We are not handling this well, it is throwing us totally off course!" Likewise... there are prickly noises and sounds that reflect the nature of the beast.
For techno junkies among you, one of the synths used is my vintage Roland SH1000... yep, still going strong (though tuning is an even more troubling issue than ever!)
Anyway, give it a listen, enjoy and indulge in some musing about your own Covid responses! We are getting through this crazy time in whatever ways we can. The more creative, the better. We are all becoming experts at making lemonade out of lemons these days.
Link to Song on Soundclick:
https://soundclick.com/r/s8d2vz
Uninvited
Adrian J. Pratt 5/10/20
Uninvited
Not welcome here
Uninvited
Not welcome here
Uninvited you arrived on the scene
Little did we know of your terrible scheme,
Complacency left our judgment impaired
All of our dreams turned into nightmares
We shall never be friends
Not in a month of Sundays
This relationship must end.
Uninvited
Not welcome here
Uninvited
Not welcome here
They promised you would go away
You made it clear you came to stay
No one immune from corruption
No limits upon destruction.
We shall never be friends...
Not in a month of Sundays
This relationship must end.
The time will come
When you no longer have your way
And we will keep on moving
Towards that day.
You have us now
That is true
But what will be...
Wait and see...
We shall never be friends...
Not in a month of Sundays
We shall never be friends...
Not in a month of Sundays
This relationship must end.
We shall never be friends...
Not in a month of Sundays
This relationship must end.
Uninvited
Not welcome here
Uninvited
Not welcome here
Uninvited