daylight
by @miga
Liner Notes
This could have been my second 50/90 song, if it hadn't refused to come together. It started with the humming part you hear in the beginning. I liked it so much that I waited until I felt ready to work on it again, which required some time and courage.
After that, it was one of the most piecemeal, patchwork songs I've ever written. I did a lot of changing the music, than the lyrics, than the music again, etc. Normally when that happens I don't like the song much, but something about this one sounds beautiful to me. (I try to remind myself that I'm in the game to make sounds that are beautiful to my own ears - too bad for the rest of you, if you don't agree 😂). Parts of it have some Coldplay vibes, I'd say.
The lyrics are pretty #ethereal in some ways. Life throws stuff at us. Some of us try to control things. Others just go with the flow. I chose the latter most of my life, until panic gripped me and I tried to take control. The song ends in some kind of surrender, not a thing I welcome right now, but the music around it feels so full of peace and light. And #light is sweet, as the Teacher said.
Lyrics
daylight
given the choice I took the dare
I recklessly let go the illusion of control
And here’s what I got - it wasn’t a lot
salt from the sweat - that’s what’s left
flood watermarks
fear of the dark
daylight
stay with me now
If twilight falls
I’ve lost it all somehow
O river
deaf to my voice
I scream and shout but no one hears the noise
hungry for sun I reached for my gun
clouds had to part and that’s where I started
I took up the command I thought I’d abandoned
how many shots to get what I want?
To force out the sun or empty the gun
daylight
any fool knows
on your own time you’ll come and you will go
O river
I’ll never win
In all the fight you’ve worn me down
worn me down
worn me down so thin
//Light is sweet
My eyes are glad to see you
before the darkness reaches me again
River flow
Don’t tell me where we’re going
There’s not much good in knowing how it ends//
Light is sweet
Comments
That songwriting flow (or lack of it) sounds like my usual pattern, countless iterations until something settles! Such fragments parked for days, then brought back into the light -- or left in the dark! -- to steal your metaphor.
Nice perseverance with this one. 🙂
given the choice I took the dare
so much
Then there’s this hand over hand survival mode of the tightly spaced rhymes that explodes into a wide-open space of certainty.
Definitely worth the wait.