FOOTSTEPS

WHO MIGHT LIKE THIS SONG?

Fans of Simple Minds, The Cure, Lounge, Echo and the Bunnymen

ABOUT THE SONG:

I guess that secretly, I really wanted an album that includes clapping.  There are at least four songs that have clapping of some sort, and I only realized this as I was typing these words.  Interesting...

 

So, here is a bit of a bitter piece.  Let me dissect this one in order. We have a bit of a disjointed drumbeat and bass introducing themselves to an eerie string scratch that gives birth to triplets of guitar melody lines.  The verse comes in with lyrical resentment painted through metaphors.  It builds into the prechorus of straight talk which resolves into a more light hearted lounge jazzy chorus.

The picture painted:  There are those who's thoughts and actions are shallow, unoriginal, uninspired and self-serving.   They are conniving, two-faced and endlessly jealous of other people.  They betray, disrespect and live in endlessly fictitious circles.  Just remember this:  They just keep circling what's real, they're unable to feel and they're not learning a thing.  They look but they'll never see what's beyond their beliefs.  That's not "something"... It's NOTHING.

They leave little tiny footprints, but yours are giant footsteps yet to come.

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AUDIO CLIP:

 

 

 

 

 

INSTRUMENTS USED:

Fender Stratocaster Electric Guitar, Gibson 335 Electric Guitar, Various Synth, String and Piano Settings​ via Logic, AT2020 Vocal Microphone, Various Drum Kit Percussion, Fender Jazz Bass.

VIDEO:

Coming Soon!  Check back from time to time.

ARTISTS WHO PROVIDED INSPIRATION FOR THIS SONG:

Just the mystical musical muses in the cosmos.  No one in particular.

LYRICS:

LYRICS & MUSIC:  PHILIP MATTHEW KOMINSKI

(c) 2020 Phil Kominski Music

 

It’s just like starting a joke, but

Keeping it close, ‘cause the punchline’s weak.

It’s just like making a splash, 

But you know you can’t swim and

The pool’s empty.

 

You coast from coast to coast,

Enjoying the toasts, but not

Lifting a finger.

And now the fires are lit, and the

Masterpiece shifted 

Out of your corner.

 

You just keep circling what’s real,

Unable to feel, you’re not learning a thing and

You look but you never see what’s

Beyond your beliefs,

That’s not something!  It’s nothing, and

 

Tiny footprints… little tiny footprints, left behind.

That’s all that’s left, and

I hear footsteps, we all hear footsteps

Of what’s to come.

Of what's begun.

 

Like someone tightening the rope,

Like starting to choke,

went threw the disease.

But now I’m over that mess and the

Disrespect and my mind is at ease.

 

I know you don’t see it clear, and you’ll 

Never see clear ’til you feel it yourself, and

I know what’s coming for you, and the things you’ll go through,

And that’s all I’ve got for you.  I’ve got nothing for you.

 

You just keep circling what’s real,

Unable to feel, you’re not learning a thing and

You look but you never see what’s

Beyond your beliefs,

That’s not something!  It’s nothing, and

 

Tiny footprints… little tiny footprints, left behind.

That’s all that’s left, and

I hear footsteps, we all hear footsteps

Of what’s to come.

Of what's begun.

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