It is spring time. I see the birds and the bees doing their song and dance routines, and I think it is time for me as well to hammer out a few songs.
Hurry, the quills, my lute!
I have been writing since a long time now and it does not bother me if my words, set to hummable melodies, do not climb the global music charts.
Do we fall in love so that others may grade our emotions? Love is not a classroom with a strict teacher or a carved-in-stone principle. Love has a roof that reaches up to the heavens, with its own secret book written daily using the blood of longing; its roll-call register shows there are more absentees than those present. Love cannot be caged or bottled up but, mercifully, it can be expressed.
The reader is advised not to concern herself with speculating about who the supreme rejecter might be in this song. She could be anybody or nobody, or somebody-turned-nobody.
I am unable, as of this writing, to post a video of the song that might showcase the rhythm or the melody to which the lyrics are set. One need not imagine that this is a rock anthem set to a fast beat with distorted guitars. Far from it! It is a sensitive mid-tempo pop song that might be labelled ‘adult contemporary, MOR (middle of the road)’.
The interesting thing about the composition is that the guitar is not played in standard (EADGBE) tuning but utilizes the D-modal (or Celtic) alternate tuning that produces far more interesting tonal textures, poly-chords and bass lines. It helps me play the guitar finger-style instead of using a plectrum.
There is only one verse in the song, and then the chorus, followed by a bridge that re-connects with the chorus. And it all fades out like most good things in life usually do.
By all means, imagine the song like a video in your mind and send me a copy when you are done. Of course, until our last breaths, we are never done.
A Faceless Friend
You can’t buy what they don’t sell
Or don a feeling on your empty shell
Rules for fools break my spirit down
As you happily sound a death knell
For you my lonely struggle
Is a laughing matter, pure trouble
En route to your moral high ground
A thorn in the side, an obstacle
A faceless friend I am
From the great beyond
I get no love from you
Only sophisticated taunts
A faceless friend I am
With endless wants
Turn your face around, create
Your perfect right from two wrongs
You want no waves of rascality
Only graveyard calm, tranquillity
With civic sense you slice me down
Into a one-sided plurality
Your cup, my storm, and dire warnings
I miss the good of your good mornings
My simple gift was no poison pill
But the drug of love so habit-forming
[Repeat CHORUS and fade…]
Copyright ©2011 Tahir Gul Hasan