A Corvertte Red La Marzocco/[DEMO] North Carolina Queen

I'm sitting at a window bar in a coffee shop behind a row of people sitting outside with their laptops at the cute little coffee shop tables. I can see all of their screens and everything they're writing down. The girl in front of us named Becca; google chrome is currently greeting her by name. The guy next to her is looking at either a comic book or storyboard next to a script. The guy on her other side is just reading a PDF. The music sounds like Talking Heads but it isn't them. I don't see why we can't just listen to talking heads if we're gonna listen to a band who obviously wants to be them, but I guess I'm just more familiar with talking heads. It doesn't help that the ceilings are so high and it's so echoey. I feel like I'm on the set for American Psycho; it feels so superficially 80s here. But you know what? This coffee is fucking amazing. The milk is so velvety, the flavor is so smooth. Hilarious vibe tho. 

Why does this exist?  Dinosaur coffee. The extinct art of going all out.  Everything is natural colors; white, wood, ash. By one thing is Corvette red; the espresso machine. It stands out like the very first rock n roll electric guitar must've stood out. (Holy shit this music dude just put on talking heads please.) Cant resist being a little flashy, a little glint of this childish desire to stand out. Maybe not childish; maybe somewhere in the intersection of childish and youthful. There's an air that feels slightly put on when you first walk in here, but it feels like one of the few truths that is recognized here is that everyone here kinda wants to go to neverland. 

It used to be hot chocolate season this time of year, but most people here have iced teas. Different truths get recognized in the cold, harsher truths, like how desperately everyone needs a warm home. And it certainly is a truth to be recognized. But the espresso machines used to be chrome, or black. Sleek and stylish. Mature. Reserved. Grown up. It's nice to see that these baristas want a corvette red la marzocco. 

They're playing tears for fears now. Literally the song from American psycho. I know seeing stars isn't too uncommon here, but I'd rather not meet Christian Bale this way.

 

North Carolina Queen

 

   There is a moment when writing a song where you take your first few steps down the path that'll take you all the way through to the complete song.  A line that pops into your head that springs another line, and then another line, and you're not so concerned as to whether or not its good, you're just trying to catch all of the rhymes that have suddenly appeared out of thin air, as if of their own accord.  Sections that you've spent days trying to design and perfect fall into place without any effort on your part, and before you know it, you're playing something that somehow never occurred to you before, but feels like what you were going after all along.  It's like slaving away for hours building something that never seems to come together, only for the wind to push everything into place right as you were going to give up.

   I wanted to relieve her of her stresses.  I was trying to find all these clever ways to present that idea in the verses of this song, but getting nowhere.  After several days of this, I just thought that I wanted to write something that was like, "You can fall asleep, I can take the wheel," because I really could make her stress go away in that scenario.  Then I realized that I could just write that; there's no reason the song has to follow the exact reality of what her stresses were.  So I ran with it, one line at a time, until I got to the chorus.  The chorus I'd written before; it had been the left-over chorus of a discarded earlier version of the song.  In that version, the chorus just didn't shine, didn't sound at all as triumphant as I wanted it to sound. When preceded by this verse that had basically fallen into my lap, it suddenly felt much more powerful and important.  From there, it was like dropping different shaped blocks into the correctly shaped holes.  The 2nd verse was written before I finished listening to the chorus.  The guitar solo, bridge section, the arrangement, it all just fell out of that first line and into my computer.  When I finished the last notes of the guitar solo that finishes the song, I saw that it was past 3 am, shut down my computer, and had the best night's sleep I'd had in months.  

North Carolina Queen 

 

You can fall asleep, I can take the wheel 

Put up your feet any damn where you feel 

I’ll drive these snowy streets, there ain’t no way to cheat 

Time out of taking his toll, do you know what I mean? 

 

North Carolina Queen 

I wonder what you're dreaming 'bout 

That mid Atlantic island breeze 

Or sunshine mist come streaming down 

Soon the sun will shine on me 

Soon the sun will shine on me 

Soon the sun will shine on me 

And my North Carolina queen 

 

Our love is law, everywhere your light can touch 

God sure can draw, and Yahweys alright with a brush 

I watch in awe as your warmth begins to thaw 

The ice on the other side, and I can see 

 

North Carolina Queen 

I wonder what you're dreaming 'bout 

That mid Atlantic island breeze 

Or sunshine mist come streaming down 

Soon the sun will shine on me 

Soon the sun will shine on me 

Soon the sun will shine on me 

And my North Carolina queen

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  • Singanini

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