According to the file's metadata, I wrote this in August 2019.
I was listening to some album or compilation (I don't remember what it was) and one tune which I didn't like dragged on long enough for me to get annoyed, which prompted the title. Thought it had a nice ring to it, and set out to turn it into something.
It really felt more like an exercise than anything else, and while I liked what I ended up with, it didn't really fit the mood of any band I was in at the time, so I recorded a quick take, archived it and soon forgot about it.
Stumbled back upon it while looking for something else and figured I might as well post it on here, as I don't really plan on doing much with it.
So here it is:
The take is quite rough and the guitar is slightly out of tune, but hey. Still like the song. The melody feels like a weird mix of French singer Eddy Mitchell and John Hartford's gentle on my mind, the second of which I'd been listening to a few days before. I remember I had to tweak the melody a bit as some part was bordering on ripping it off.1
Here are the lyrics in case you can't make them out through my mumbling:
Listen to an old jukebox or a busted radio
In a crowded Honky-Tonk or at an empty talent show
Why do the bad songs always last so long ?
I'll listen to your tale, might even sing along
But please keep to the point, don't ramble on and on
Why do the bad songs always last so long ?
I must admit sometimes it hits and wakes a memory
Some old never-ending story that failed to make see
Why do the bad songs always last so long ?
I reckon I've heard this tune a few dozen times before
Don't let this groove drag on for a single minute more
Why do the bad songs always last so long ?
Hope someone likes it. In the meantime, that'll do for a low effort update to this blog.
See ya interwebs. Don't suffer through the bad stuff for longer than you have to.
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Everytime I write something I can always spot bits from something I've been hearing not too long ago. Sometimes it's subtle, sometimes not so much. I'm usually fine with it, as long as I feel it still tells its own thing. ↩