It's Hard to Start a Fire in the Rain
by @davidtaro · @stephenwordsmith
Liner Notes
It seemed rude not to at this stage... 😂
I got a tremendous sense of hope (in the face of tremendous challenges) from Stephen's now very famous lyrics. So in an attempt to capture a bit of that sentiment, I went full #poprock #piano #ballad on its ass. I hope that's acceptable @stephenwordsmith!
With the guitar solo, I was trying to channel my inner George Harrison on Let It Be (again, seemed rude not to, given I'd already borrowed large parts of the chord progression...).
I've been absolutely blown away by all the various interpretations I've heard so far. Hope there's more to come! What an incredible community you all are 😊
Lyrics
There's nothing but the nothingness before the silver spark
That summons the illusions to illuminate the dark
The blood is cold, the spirit low, the mind a weathered plain
And it's hard to start a fire in the rain, in the rain
It's hard to start a fire in the rain
No matter how we wend the way, the first step's always trying
So armed with willing sticks of wood and will of well-wrought iron
And versed so well in what it takes to rub without refrain
But it's hard to start a fire in the rain, in the rain
It's hard to start a fire in the rain
The trickle through your fingertips of thoughts that hold too long
The shush of records broken on the promise of a song
The flicker of a line that leaps and falters just as fast
The sputter of a first light that could never hope to last
So once again we set our soul into the sparks that fly
To burden them with bursts of life, to burn alive and die
To help us find the fortitude to fall and rise again
For it's hard to start a fire in the rain, in the rain
It's hard to start a fire in the rain
For it's hard to start a fire in the rain, in the rain
It's hard to start a fire in the rain
For it's hard to start a fire in the rain
Comments
I get all the Beatles comparisons but let it be...this masterpiece is all yours (oh, and Stephen's too of course)! 👏👏👏
Beautifully written lyrics that David really knocked out of the park. In all seriousness it does bum me out that I could never make something beautiful in this way. In other more niche/specific/punk rock ways, but this seems way more universal than anything I could ever hope to make. Fantastic collab y’all. I’m just gonna go chase down some tide pods with low splash concentrated bleach and get it over with. Don’t mind me just step over me.
I bow at your feets yo.
I have to confess that, a dozen different interpretations in, I've got such semantic satiation of these lyrics that it no longer feels like I wrote them. This is a good thing, because I am my own worst enemy when it comes to criticism. A one-man cultural cringe, in essence. People have been pointing out that your setting of the words shows such understanding and sensitivity that it feels like you (or the fab four) could only have written them yourself. For me, this is the sincerest form of flattery - to have written something that someone not only wanted to sing, but engaged with on such a level that they were able to bring out the music inherent in the lyrics, filtered through their own personality, style and experience.
The pop skill on display speaks to the universality of the theme - a stadium crowd could gather and all sing this with sincerity and feeling, united by the way they all relate to the narrator, to whatever extent that might be. It's a line of best fit between a million different experiences of the same struggle; every interpretation all at once.
I appreciate the effort you put in. The reward was great. Thank you.