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LYRIC LOG 4: "THE REST OF MY LIFE"

December 13, 2017

City living. I love it, and being in Melbourne doesn’t hurt.  The coffee. The food. The culture. The weather (jokes).

 

Having grown up in a new estate suburb, similar to that found on any Australian city fringe, I’d grown familiar with the isolation resulting from a lack of public transport, and the estate being so young that it had virtually no historical identity. And you couldn’t WALK anywhere; any kid who couldn’t drive—which is every one of them between the age of 0 and 16—was tethered to the neighbourhood to ‘make their own fun.’ It was like living in the countryside without the charm.

 

So yeah, living within close proximity to the more village-y things like a local shopping strip worth going to, pubs, cafes, clubs, galleries and more, creates a sustained sense of euphoria over being lucky enough to be there.

But then there’s the other side — living expenses, the traffic, the aggression, the emphasis on digital connectivity, sustaining a day job that keeps you one pay check away from the street and other whinge-worthy components of urban existence. That’s what inspired this song.

 

What I really want is to win the lottery, or for my mortgaging bank to collapse, waiving all need to pay off the rest…and then we sell up, move to the mountains (near Lilydale Station, of course; I still want to get into the city easily of course, I’m not an animal…) and get me a nice porch amongst the trees attached to a (fireproof) shack (with excellent NBN) where I play guitar and throw corks into a barrel. An early retirement of sorts.

 

But all of that would be a bugger to sing. So for this song, I condensed it into a blues form (repeat line 1 twice and conclude with a ‘turnaround’ phrase) and put it over a I IV V chord progression in the key of E. Note that I managed to rhyme ‘wife’ with ‘life’ and not ‘strife’:

 

 

When I’m done with the city,

gonna move out to the hills

 

When I’m done with the city,

gonna move out to the hills

Gonna buy a place right up in the sky,

With twenty thousand twenty dollar bills.

 

Gonna keep just one guitar,

and sing sweet songs to my wife

Gonna keep just one guitar,

and sing sweet songs to my wife

And I’ll go offline and talk to no one,

for the rest of my life.

 

Now I sit here in my room,

listen to the train-a-come

Sit here in my room,

listen to the train-a-come

And I’ll drink ‘til my heart ain’t heavy,

tho my head will weight a tonne.

 

I work from nine to five,

‘cause it keeps me out of strife

I work from nine to five,

‘cause it keeps me out of strife

And I dream I’ll play this here guitar,

for the rest of my life.

 

 

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