I
wrote a lot of silly songs when I was a pre-teen and a teenager. Most of them aren’t that great (but I had a
lot of fun at the time!), but this week’s song is the first song I wrote that I
felt was decent. This recording is a
tribute to a much younger me. I guess I
was obsessed with the major-major seventh sonority at the time (not sure why,
but it is a harmonic fixture of the song).
I also use a major no-no in my harmonic “progression” (the ii goes to
I7—for shame!). I generally dock my students for doing this sort of thing,
but it happens in some pop music and well, in tribute to my 16-year old self
that didn’t know any better, the succession remains.
Hope
you like this week’s song:
Music and lyrics written by Victoria
Malawey © 2013 All Rights Reserved
Title: "Walls”
Written March 1993
Lyrics:
Walls, walls
I work within my walls
No society to bother me
Seclusion at its highest form
My walls
Old room with new sounds
My chamber with a purpose
Memories locked in green
Walls, I work within my walls
My walls
Four structures leading me to myself
The walls which inspire me
No one enters or goes out
Just me and my walls
Within these walls there is something
special
Sitting here right beside me
God he guides me in this journey
Within my walls
My walls
A high of life trapped within these
walls
No one views but me
Would one believe if I explained it?
No, only colors they’d remember
Walls, I work within my walls
You kept this from us all these years???? Love it. You were a musical genius even at the ripe ole age of 16... I mean, I knew you were talented then, but I only thought you sang and played the piano (other people's stuff). Had no idea you were creating your own beautiful creations. You need to make a cd. I'm also thinking you better dig up ALL your stuff and let's us hear it... xxxo
ReplyDeleteOoops, how about that last line ... and let us hear it versus (let's) oh, I type too fast.
ReplyDeleteYou have the most beautiful voice! I could listen to you forever. Listening to your weekly postings brings back the sweet memories of listening to you when you were growing up.
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