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But You Ain’t Right

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https://soundcloud.com/thetryingartist/but-you-aint-right

‘You think that you can treat me half as bad to what you think,
But you ain’t right, when it’s ok you can stay all day,
And it’s too bad when the sky is dark, and the sun is sad,
And it’s not right.

And in the end we all fall down,
And it doesn’t matter who you are.

Everyone everywhere has a place of mind and a place of touch,
Where they can feel when it’s ok, and when they can pay,
And when the time is right and only on this day,
It’s worth the wait, but it’s not right.

And in the end we all fall down,
And it doesn’t matter who you are.

And the image flickers through the street, ask anyone you meet,
About the old man, who used to sit and pray,
Look at his feet and wait for the next day,
Then they took him away.

And in the end we all fall down,
And it doesn’t matter who you are.

The image flickers through the street,
Ask anyone you meet.
Used to sit and pray,
Before they took him away.’

 

As you may have already gathered, the lyrics to this song make no sense. The first sentence especially just isn’t a sentence. After that, individual lines begin working a bit, at least grammatically, but there simply isn’t a theme.

A brief synopsis of each paragraph:

  1. You think you can treat me bad but you can’t, and it’s shit when the weather is grim.
  2. Everyone dies.
  3. Everyone can find somewhere to think(?) and to pay for sex(?!!!).
  4. Everyone dies.
  5. An old man, maybe homeless, used to pray on the street, but then The System got rid of him.
  6. Just to reiterate: everyone dies.
  7. Just to reiterate: The System.

It must have been one of those where I improvise the lyrics as I write the song and then don’t do much editing afterwards, there’s no other explanation for this. My guess is that it started off as a bland dysfunctional relationship song, then I sung the chorus and decided at that point to change it to a bland description of life and death issues.

I begin an absurd number of lines with ‘and’, which is sort of revealing, it’s like: ‘this thought, AND then this thought, AND what about this thought’.

The combined sound of the guitar strumming and the ride cymbal is nice in the chorus though, eh?

Oh and there’s a surprise jazz ending. Only appropriate that a song with such inconsistent words should switch style for no reason. Look out for one more of these later.

 

Here’s another tune with a similar message: