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Adjust Your Laces - A Song about boots, AND a covid update
🕑 Added 2022-04-26 18:16:54 +0000 UTCHey friends, so to be quick: I tested positive for Covid about 2 weeks ago, haven't had a symptom other than mild sniffles for 10 days, but I keep testing positive. SO I'm locked down again and doing whatever work I can in the meantime. My next project is a VIDEO about music (been needing to finish this thing on Moron Police forever) and that should take about another couple of weeks, but it's comin! I appreciate your patience and continued support while I have a reduced output. The Moron Police video will absolutely have some work streams.
THIS song:
I was commissioned by fellow Patron Rick Whitechest to do a song about enjoying boots in a universe where everyone's animals and no one wears footwear if not necessary for the situation. Our main character is a weasel who wears boots. People think he's weird.
The opening of the song is a sort of "Recitative" without a completely metric "beat". Bits are slower/faster like I'm sing-talking. I love the amount of drama in it, I love how things sound with only vocals and guitar, and once it gets going I think it's extremely fun ^^ Tons of energy in the bouncy chords that are somewhere between old-school country and vaudeville. Some alternate dimension Blast Radius song :3
Tell me what you think!
Lyrics:
*Sung gradually*
A
These are my boots.
G
At least the ones I have on now,
D E A
I probably have a hundred more at home.
Bm
Every pair’s a different color
D
Every stare’s a different shade
Bm
of confusion or annoyance
E C#7
as they ask me to explain
F#m
See, covered toes can bother those who show
A/E
their stompers on the daily
D E A
They roll their eyes and hold the urge to slap me
F#m
Not just flip flops on the black tops, or
A/E
shoes to beat the snow
B7 E7
But boots up to my ankles make me happy
(boots around his ankles make him happy w/whistles)
Bm F#m E
What am I to do *extend into a big fermata* (what is he to do?)
—- *jaunty, with a consistent tempo*
Chorus:
A F#m
Relax. Adjust your laces.
Bm E7
Kick ‘em off or put ‘em on
A E7
None of it matters when you’re gone
A F#7
Shine ‘em up. They’re made for walkin’
Bm E7 A
and I’m steppin’ to a drum that only I can hear
A Ab G F#7
Step out the door.
walk to the corner
Bm
they can’t hate it
feel like I made it E7
and best of all, you prolly called it A
I got a brand new pair of Timbs strapped to my peets (fill - F, E7)
F#7
I walk mile get a couple of stares. Bm
oh can’t they tell I’ve not a single care in the world
when there’s pleather underneath me, E7
I could be walkin’ on the sun, and I would still be havin’ fun and if you’re wound up tight there might be a better way:
Chorus
back to rubato - A(triplet slowing) Bm
Next time your’e going hiking, and don’t
D
want to scrape your beans Bm
If it’s muddy or its raining and you
E7
want to keep them clean A
Call me up. A G7 F#7
I’ll get ‘em cooooooovered
Bm E7 A. . . |A. A7. |
and everyone in the world will hear our drummer play
