Fumigant Noise

I know this isn’t an article or piece on a good band but I am fishing for critical thoughts and opinions. 

I’ve been dabling with some melodies and wanted to get anothers opinion on this piece that I have been working on. Its not done, or even mixed for that matter, but I am wondering where to go from here. 

I would love your feed back. So just let me know. 

Thanks, 

Brady

P.S. I promise to start blogging soon.

An oldie but a goodie. For everyone that wanted to hear this again. I found it in an email I sent to an old and dear friend of mine. 

I know that I’m hard to follow,

but you complained all the way to Chicago.

And I know that you hate words like tomorrow,

So i’ll try and be quick for you.

I know that you love, love the ocean,

But I hate the sand and rejection.

So you know I’ll be there

But I’ll be a little,

Little out of line.

Oh I talk to you like you’ll always be here,

But you talk to me like i’m leaving this year.

Like i’m being shipped out to the front lines

i’m about to defend our love,

And I said.

I said,

Baby you know I’ll be home, 

By the setting of the sun,

The setting of the sun.

I picture you in a field of grain,

You touch every weed like it has a treshold of pain.

But when you rub my hair,

Its like there’s a full field in your way.

I remember when I built that fire place

you were so excited to say,

You could see my face,

You even said,

I know baby we can be saved.

But one day I know I came home to late,

You were in bed with another boy about to be laid,

I said, baby girl I dropped the ball today,

I won’t be coming home, even though i said…

And I said,

Oh baby you know i’ll be home, 

By the setting of the sun,

The setting of the sun.

So I got in my car, and I drove so fast.

I even pasted some of a couple rail road tracks

Then I was suddenly broke and out of gas,

I felt like i should.

But I looked at my phone and saw it was you,

You said I’m sorry baby boy,

There’s nothing i can do.

I said, I know things will never go back to the way they were,

And I hate you so bad

And I said.

Oh baby you know i’ll be in heaven, 

By the setting of the sun,

The setting of the sun.