Thursday, May 6, 2010

In the Morning

Original chords by Jesus; Guitar played by Seba; voice, arrangement, lyrics by Sarah Passemar



This song has a beginning, like most things except God, and here it is:
My band (The Garden Abides) was improvising in Neuquen, Argentina in December 2009 before our concert, and a tiny portion of the jam was caught on Jesus's poor-quality phone recording.  After which, I completely forgot about it.

When I made my way back to Neuquen the following month, the band said the tune had been stuck in their heads.  So I took the chords that Jesus had composed, and wrote lyrics around Mamina's kitchen table on a blue sheet of scrap paper.  (What is it about scrap paper that inspires the poetic juices to flow like a newly cleaned drainage pipe?)

The next day, Seba, Pato and I went to Pato's house on Lake Pelligrini in Rio Negro, and I put an arrangement together, adding a couple chords and making it weird.  Seba helped me fine tune it, and we recorded it there.  Pato started working on a bass line, and Seba started doing cool slide-guitar bits, but I drank some of the local water and was completely incapacitated, and unable to record the bass line and slidy bits.  I blame the sunrise.



In the morning...
In the morning
I lie in my bed
In the morning
I repeat what you said
in my head

over and over...

Everything can wait
Everything can wait
Everything can wait
until six days from now

Your apricot heart
Was pitted last week
By the garbage truck man

In the morning
I shut out the day
But all of my Dreams
Keep leaking away
Through the cracks in the wall

In the morning
In the morning
In the morning
Still don't know if you lied
And now the morning
ocean's new tide
wants to spill from my eyes

Over and over...

Everything can wait
Everything can wait
Everything can wait
until six years from now

My brain takes its turns through it's
regular waves and I
wish you were here

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