So, my first contribution for AIM 2014 is this wacky silly tune!
My inspiration is Frank Zappa as well as some Queen and a little of Billy Joel actually, and I am sure there are many other subconscious sources of inspirations there as well.
When I looked for art here on Newgrounds I searched for pieces that clearly told stories, and they are not too common around here I am afraid, but still many good ones of course!
So I found this one:
“Watched” by xIZRAx. Superb looking piece!
This image was the obvious choice for me as soon as I found it since it really tells a story. So I wanted to take it and give it a twist. I also decided (actually before I even found an image) that I wanted to write a song like Frank Zappa was visiting in my brain and tell me what to do. So the end result is this playful, bouncing song with silly and corny lyrics.
I wish I could have had the possibility to collected a bunch of excellent musicians for this one and have as many instruments as possible be live, but lack of time and experience forced me to make it by myself with only the guitars, bass and vocals being the real live instruments. Still I spent many, many hours with this one and I am very happy in the end. And nothing says and can't record it again with all real instruments in the future!
So enjoy this little story and my interpretation of the artwork.
Take care!
/Martin Barreby
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Lyrics:
A clock inside my chest
Rushing Like a cricket in his nest.
A dreadful chill ran down my spine
I can feel my time decline.
Oh, have to go down. I'll face my fears.
Oh, Have to take the stairs, to this basement of despairs.
Please, Mr. Bad, leave me alone
let me be and just mind your own.
Mmm, the sun was shining, and all was well!
Then it flew right though the cellar window, and that sunny day turned into burning hell.
Paper plane flew away!
Have to get paper plane back!
A hissing voice in darkness
telling me to stop.
M'kay, but I can't walk away
I am a trapped mouse on display.
And to you this only a play.
First step in, there's no way that I can win.
Two steps done, bad things be gone.
Third step taken, kneecaps shaking
Four steps down, just twenty-two more to go.
Here we go!!
Tiny hands are picking up the tiny plane. But, don't just stand there?!
Why do you linger?! He will see me, o no, will he eat me?
Cos, my mama always told me, that boys like him eats bogeymen like me!
And he'll slice me up into small pieces, and turn me into a stew. Oh, the irony...
...my name is Stu! It's not even short for Stuart, no, the papers says “Stu”!
Oh, what a world, were Bogeymen can't be left alone, and get turned into kids food.
If it wasn't for that paper plane, that stupid, stupid paper plane, he wouldn't have found me!
Paper plane!