Hey Lucy!

Its simple really. I wrote this song as a birthday present to one of the dearest people I've met in Adelaide (and I've met quite a few), Lucinda Wojt. I was almost broke and wanted to get her something before I left so I decided to write this.

The tone of the song starts on a slightly sentimental tone but after the first chorus goes into a slightly reggae-ish guitar and a happier sounding tune. This change in tone was supposed to represent how, despite how important she is to me, our friendship is one based on fun and our entertaining conversations.

So here it is:

You are one of the reasons why I wake up,
But I've been losing sleep
To my insecurities and then some

I've been tired of dreaming for rest
My optimism's wearing thin
But you turn it all around and upside down

Pre-Chorus:
So I'll write you a song
And I'll try to keep the hook simple enough for you to sing along

Chorus:
Hey Lucy,
We've got one year left but 2 months lost y'know?
So let's make them count
Make them count tonight
Before the clock strikes 12 and we bury ourselves alive

Happy Verse:
Well she's no KO in the first round
But I'm pretty damn sure she'll be the last one standing
Might as well give up the fight

She's got a chokehold on all of us
So charming, so devilish
She makes me do shit just like this

She ain't the prettiest girl in the world
But I know
Yeah, God caught me smiling

She loves all them boys and all them girls
And they all love her too
So I hope they sing along to this tune

Whoa-oh, Whoa (Now ain't she lovely?)
Whoa-oh, Whoa (That's my Lucy!!)

Chorus

Bridge:
I'm just another one of Lucy's boys
But not as pretty or as handsome as the others
I'm not so charming
My manners are alarming
I hope she don't mind at all

Solo

ad-lib Outro

END

Yeah, its pretty simple compared to the song in my last post. There are a couple of metaphors.

The whole 'fight' metpahor-theme in the beginning of the happy verse....hmm.....well, a knockout is what people call an incredibly attractive gal. I said she wasn't one in the first round because at first, I didn't think much of her in any way. But after a while, I was able to appreciate her personality and looks much better.

In the chorus, the lines 'Before the clock strikes 12 and we buried ourselves alive' is actually referring to IB. 12 on the clock represents all the deadlines (D:) and bury ourselves alive is obviously the work.

That's about it I guess. :)

See you next time, dear reader(s). You know who you are.