My new song is called Earthbound, and it’s coming along nicely. I just laid down a take of the lead vocals last night, so now we turn the corner from writing to fleshing out the arrangement. It’s a winter-themed song, sort of an impression of my morning commute, coming out of Grand Central Station into the winter weather, becoming part of a crush of people, and arriving at Times Square in all it’s neon monstrosity. It’s always dark this time of year and cold, and the city is sort of an alternative virtual reality devoid of nature. A Kafkaesque metaphor of rebirth and metamorphosis. The sound I have in mind is sort of an 80’s post-prog pop. So there\u2019ll be a good deal of synthesizers but little to no saxophones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The chorus is based on a riff Lizzy made up, and it turned out to be a great hook for the theme I was developing, a sort of hopeful transcendent mantra. So I incorporated into the song in the same as I did with It’s Gonna Be a Beautiful Day. I’m gonna have her sing on it too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not to be outdone, Michelle has been wanting to get in on this too, and has been pitching a song idea called “Ouch My Toe.” I told her I wasn\u2019t too sure about that one, so now she has a new on \u201cYou Can\u2019t See Me\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n
So here are the lyrics now. Look for a rough mix coming in the next few weeks.<\/p>\n
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Earthbound<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I wanna fly up in the sky Concrete canyons Subterranean I wanna fly up to the sky Glassy cages No moon in our sky I wanna fly up to the sky It wants you I wanna fly up to the sky I wanna fly up to the sky — John Szinger, 2009<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My new song is called Earthbound, and it’s coming along nicely. I just laid down a take of the lead vocals last night, so now we turn the corner from writing to fleshing out the arrangement. It’s a winter-themed song, sort of an impression of my morning commute, coming out of Grand Central Station into … Continue reading “New Song: Earthbound”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-164","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-music"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zingman.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/164","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zingman.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zingman.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zingman.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zingman.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=164"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.zingman.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/164\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6406,"href":"https:\/\/www.zingman.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/164\/revisions\/6406"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zingman.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=164"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zingman.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=164"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zingman.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=164"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nRooftop roadways
\nWhen the rain appears
\nSlush melts into Gotham gullies
\nAnd washes out to salty seas
\nLike tears
\nStone stairways
\nUnder watchful gargoyles
\nNavigate a cryptic maze
\nVaulted like the heavens only Earthbound
\nLong slow climb out of the underground
\nAlight and dream of flying
\nLike a butterfly or a swan
\nI wanna fly way up high
\nRising closer to the sun
\nSteely windows
\nA tyranny or rectangles
\nSometimes the sun still shines
\nSilver splinters strike the street
\nForming angles
\nThat kindle hopes of warming
\nNo stars in our night
\nWe’re in the dark side of the year
\nHelicopters hang in hazy red light
\nPlasma prisms dance down on Broadway
\nSweet young vampires come out to play
\nAnd drink of dreams of dying
\nLike a butterfly or a loon
\nI wanna fly way up high
\nWaxing closer to the moon
\nI wanna fly up to the sky
\nLike a butterfly or a swan
\nI wanna fly way up high
\nTo the perihelion
\nIt\u2019s never thru
\nColossal tempting
\nTroubling teeming
\nPulsing flashing
\nGlowing gleaming
\nPale of darkness
\nDearth of dreaming
\nLike a butterfly or a swan
\nI wanna fly way up high
\nRising closer to the sun
\nI wanna fly up to the sky
\nLike a butterfly or a swan
\nI wanna fly way up high
\nTo the perihelion
\nLike a butterfly or a swan
\nI wanna fly way up high
\nRising closer to the sun