Other The East Village Vampire
I'm Drifting...

A few months ago I experienced writers block for the first time in years.

I mean songs where coming out but nothing seemed to push the button for me. Everything just sounded terribly formulaic and boring.

The breakthrough finally came when a fellow Soundclouder who I greatly admire (one that you should all check out who goes under the moniker of evenorodd. Incredible musician with deep ideas and immense talent. Check this out soundcloud.com/evenorodd/teacups or soundcloud.com/evenorodd/the-d...of-the-shaddixs) suggested that I pick up a different instrument. Taking his advice I picked up a banjo and out came Í’m Drifting’.

I have probably written better songs in my time but I like it. It was an important one in that it got my creative juices flowing again. Since then I have written 5 or 6 songs that I’m putting the final touches on.

The song is based around 2 chords. That is literally it. It slowly builds up layers into something that sounds pretty anthemic in the end. It actually started off as a delicate country tinged number but morphed into something a lot bigger. It also features some pretty groovy bass playing if I don’t say so myself.

There are a few mistakes in there, but that is pretty much because everything was recorded in one or two takes. I'd rather have a spontaneous feeling than perfect mundane performances.

Also, the lyrics were inspired by a recent death in the family and somehow are all about regret. Why? I don't know. Personally I dig the lyrics.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

LYRICS...

Well I commit her reflection – to memory it’s bound
Though I miss the connection I took the long way around
Now I drift through the city like I drifted through my life
In love with memories that offer comfort like a knife

Alright, I’m drifting…
Alright, I’m drifting…

Well I scratched out a living doing nothing you’d call brave
And I worked for people even Jesus wouldn’t save
You know I traded my good name for some paper you can fold
Now I’m in love with a memory of life before I sold

Alright, I’m drifting…
Alright, I’m drifting…

Drifting away, drifting away, drifting away, drifting away…

Alright, I’m drifting…
Alright, I’m drifting…

You know I’ll live in the city until my final dying days
I never ventured further, you know I never ever strayed
I only went as far as my courage seemed to go
Now I’m in love with a memory of places I’ll never know

Alright, I’m drifting
Alright, I’m drifting

Drifting away, drifting away, drifting away, drifting away…