Week 148 // Nothing Ever Goes To Plan

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Nothing nothing nothing
Nothing ever really goes to plan
Nothing nothing nothing nothing

Nothing nothing nothing
Nothing ever really goes to plan
Nothing nothing nothing nothing
Nothing

And say that you woke
At the moment I’d left
With smoke in your engine
And plans that you’d kept

And everyone I know is like
It’s a solitary song
‘Cause a different situation’s
Gonna carry you along
Losing sleep out in the desert
With the sand against your skin
And then high above the structure
The predicament you’re in

And God save the artist
And bless his mistake
And God free the lovers
To keep that they make

And I suppose that if we live
We’ll recognize the day
And if we crash to Earth
And breath should fail
We’ll find another way

‘Cause Nothing nothing nothing
Nothing ever ever goes to plan
Nothing nothing nothing nothing

And say you’ve been weary
Through all of the night
And morning is coming
to bring what it might

Notes
Nothing ever goes to plan. This is about as true as it gets. So since I’m ever in pursuit of truth, I wrote a song about it. We spend so much time planning our lives. We bother with the minutia, we come up with contingencies, we sweat the details, we look to the future, and then we do something else. Almost always. Sometimes what you do resembles the plan quite a lot, but living is way more contingent upon improvising well then on executing precisely. This song is a pastiche of various experiences and plans that I’ve thrown away over the years. I won’t get into the particulars, because that isn’t really the point. The point is to distill the experience of living off book, to capture its kinetic reality. The end passage describes tossing and turning all night only to realize that whether you rest or not, the morning is coming. The world is indifferent to our plan. It has its own, and it is going to trump ours. The morning isn’t meant to be seen as a looming villain, so much as an unavoidable reality. The steady march of time is really the only reliable variable in any of our plans. Pretty much everything else is up for grabs.

Everything that you hear on this track, save for the vocals, was played on a steal string acoustic guitar. Attempting to put a bit more drive behind the song, I was pleased to find what a potent percussion instrument my guitar can be. Return next week to find out what I do with only a banjo!

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
~M.E.

Sub-Project
I’m working through my arsenal of instruments, featuring only one per week until I’ve written a song on each one. After that it’s back to business as usual. Feel free to prolong this project by buying me more instruments.

melodica, banjo, tenor ukelele, guitalele, nylon stringed acoustic guitar, steel stringed acoustic guitar, mandolin, electric guitar, electric bass, synthesizer, and human voice.

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