Post by loopysanchez on Nov 15, 2007 14:02:41 GMT -5
... I figure I'll throw one of my latest efforts out there for you guys to critique.
It's simply titled "Daniel Johnston". He's a folk-pop singer out of Austin who basically lost his mind a couple of decades ago, due to a combination of fragile brain chemistry, large amounts of LSD, and an unhealthy obsession with a girl he met in college. So I revisited a prominent crush I had on a girl a half-life ago, and wondered if I might have ended up just as messed up as Johnston if the same circumstances had lined up right.
If you've seen the documentary on his life, this song will make perfect sense. If not, hopefully you'll find the imagery interesting and the rhymes clever. The verses consist of two four-bar stanzas, and the rhyme scheme is ABCD-ABCD.
“Daniel Johnston” © 2007 Don Henderson
Just how close did I come
To being your personal Daniel Johnston?
I don’t think I want to know
I don’t think you do either
My chords more cleanly strummed
But obsession just as constant
The recovery just as slow
For your truest believer
CHORUS
I’m not feeling ashamed now
And I’m not feeling insane now
I’m not bringing the plane down
And I’m not looking to flame out
I could’ve written songs
About how much I loved you
I could’ve write songs about
How much I loved Mountain Dew
But that would only work so long
Before you’d end up more scared than amused
And your face would leave no doubts
And my mind would be that much more bruised
CHORUS
I could’ve taken too much LSD
And screamed at the devil
In a cold December river
To ring in the New Year
But it’s just never been like me
To mess with my chemical levels
Slaying demons as I shiver;
God’s voice inside my ears
CHORUS
I could’ve drawn cartoon pictures
A strange, eclectic mixture
Battles of good and evil;
Captain America saves the day
I could’ve been an alt-rock fixture
Worshipped by the hipsters
For my sanity’s upheaval
And my physical decay
CHORUS
I could’ve ended up living with my parents
I could’ve ended up ended up fat and diabetic
If you’d smiled at me one more time
I’d need so many medications
But now I’m just sane and embarrassed
But happy this song’s not prophetic
And my brain still knows how to rhyme
Long after that old devastation
CHORUS
It's simply titled "Daniel Johnston". He's a folk-pop singer out of Austin who basically lost his mind a couple of decades ago, due to a combination of fragile brain chemistry, large amounts of LSD, and an unhealthy obsession with a girl he met in college. So I revisited a prominent crush I had on a girl a half-life ago, and wondered if I might have ended up just as messed up as Johnston if the same circumstances had lined up right.
If you've seen the documentary on his life, this song will make perfect sense. If not, hopefully you'll find the imagery interesting and the rhymes clever. The verses consist of two four-bar stanzas, and the rhyme scheme is ABCD-ABCD.
“Daniel Johnston” © 2007 Don Henderson
Just how close did I come
To being your personal Daniel Johnston?
I don’t think I want to know
I don’t think you do either
My chords more cleanly strummed
But obsession just as constant
The recovery just as slow
For your truest believer
CHORUS
I’m not feeling ashamed now
And I’m not feeling insane now
I’m not bringing the plane down
And I’m not looking to flame out
I could’ve written songs
About how much I loved you
I could’ve write songs about
How much I loved Mountain Dew
But that would only work so long
Before you’d end up more scared than amused
And your face would leave no doubts
And my mind would be that much more bruised
CHORUS
I could’ve taken too much LSD
And screamed at the devil
In a cold December river
To ring in the New Year
But it’s just never been like me
To mess with my chemical levels
Slaying demons as I shiver;
God’s voice inside my ears
CHORUS
I could’ve drawn cartoon pictures
A strange, eclectic mixture
Battles of good and evil;
Captain America saves the day
I could’ve been an alt-rock fixture
Worshipped by the hipsters
For my sanity’s upheaval
And my physical decay
CHORUS
I could’ve ended up living with my parents
I could’ve ended up ended up fat and diabetic
If you’d smiled at me one more time
I’d need so many medications
But now I’m just sane and embarrassed
But happy this song’s not prophetic
And my brain still knows how to rhyme
Long after that old devastation
CHORUS