Blue Eyes in the Rain
by @plushbaby
Liner Notes
I was up late writing another song this FAWM and noticed a skirmish starting at 2am. I’d never done a skirmish and thought I would give it a go. I got distracted by the task in hand and only remembered about the skirmish at 2:40am. So I wrote this quickly on the piano and then went back to finishing the song I was previously working on.
I really liked the prompt for this skirmish (https://write.fawm.org/skirmish/612 - props to @cartoonboyfriend for a great prompt) and it helped me get this song written fairly quickly. What wasn’t quick was me trying to sing it. I just couldn’t hit the high notes! This is why it’s taken until now to get it posted. I changed the way I sang it slightly and gave it some Melodyne love.
I think it needs another part or some structure change to make it more dynamic as it just repeats itself. I’d like to try some lead guitar over parts to elevate some of the sections. I’ve given myself an in song note for this by adding a little guitar line on the outro.
Not marking it as a skirmish as I certainly didn’t get it posted in the hour (or the 20 minutes I had), but it’s wonderful to have a prompt to inspire songwriting. Will have to actually do a proper skirmish or two next year.
Lyrics
Blue eyes in the rain Still feel the pain As they went wandering away Still I understand It takes a better man To hide those tears in the rain Hide those tears in the rain
Something’s breaking me down today Something so plain And it wants to stay around me
And I've been before and I've walked in the door Feeling so quietly at ease
Cause I’ve
Been at your door And I want more Gonna get rat arse wasted want a fine feeling around you but I can’t stand And all those things you do to me takes me right back to
Blue eyes in the rain Just can’t explain How they looked at me when I felt shame The smile in those eyes could never disguise The disgust that you felt when you saw me I let myself down can’t you see
Something all the other passengers saw On their commute The puddle on the floor Carrot puke
And I’ve done it before When I’ve walked out the door Feeling so shamefully at ease
Cause I’ve
Been at the bar Took it too far Got myself rat arse wasted What a fine feeling around me but I can’t stand
And all those things you say to me Takes me right back to
Blue eyes in the rain Still feel the pain As they went wandering away Still I understand It takes a better man To hide those tears in the rain Hide those tears in the rain
Comments
All the parts of this song work well together - voice, drums, bass, piano. Quite enjoyable. I'm not sure that you need to add anything. If anything, you might consider editing down to three and change instead of being on the doorstep of four minutes. The carrot puke verse, perhaps?
I think this song is far better than you think it is. I really enjoyed it. It's got a great melody and your guitar and drums make a really great accompaniment. I can't detect any straining in your singing, so to me, your vocal is great too. This is a great song all around.
I’m with @metalfoot son, this sounds like a Real song already. For me there’s plenty of contrast, and this emotional arc from feeling completely in the rainy sameness/stuckness of the beginning to a kind of ecstatic transcendance of realizing you’re able to feel the feelings and don’t need to hide those tears in the rain. I love how your singing and the music work together to make me feel those emotions, not just watch you feel them.
I also have it happen occasionally where I write a vocal melody that's outside my range. SO FRUSTRATING. However, what you've done here is very satisfying. I like the piano ballad style a lot. (My son thought I was listening to a 'real song' as he put it so take that for what it's worth!)
I can hear Rod Stewart doing this and it has such a great production... I grew up listening to everything on Radio Caroline and Radio Luxembourg on my sister's transistor up on the roof of the coal-shed.... this song brings me right back, goofy grin and all... thank you so much for these warm felings again. Pearse