Behind the Song
This started with a chord progression. The chords went round and round in a circle, repeating. I liked the feeling it gave: a backround hum, a spin round the globe. And on and on and on …
To reinforce this feeling of circularity, I made some of my lyrical lines end and begin with the same sound. But the sound is only made once; it’s shared by the two lines.
For example: “just ’cause you’ve got nothing to / losing you won’t make me better” — the sound “Lose” is meant to be heard as both the end to the first line and the beginning of the second.
To borrow an analogy from chemistry, think of it as a covalent bond between lines.
As to the subject matter: I don’t know where that came from. The image of a person who has lost their love. And they’re struggling. It just showed up for me, and I ran with it.
My favorite line: “My crayon box is stuffed to the gills / I’m rolling in riches”
To any coloring artists out there, you know what a fully stocked box of 120 crayolas feels like.
The key is too high for my voice (at the ends of each verse) … but when I tried changing the key, I didn’t like the sounds of the chords as much. I kept returning back to the original.
So (ahem) just think of my straining voice as a choice to express the anguish of the character.
You said I'd never be facing these demons alone so why am I here on my only a beauty can break through defenses hard won, and hold you back up to the Someday I'll grow up and learn happy endings don't come just 'cause you've got nothing to losing you won't make me better, 'cause here I am waiting on miracles, won't someone give me some True blue true blue My therapist's grinning, 'cause he thinks I'm winning the war against these illusions that living inside my head won't bring me back the dead I'm still stuck here to face each new Daylight we can't find and anguish we don't mind will fall thick as wet snow in early December remember I'm falling and calling you don't care that I'm full of the last words you poured on me so I need True blue true blue After the rain falls after the ash lands I won't be seen for days I hope you can understand I lack for nothing, my crayon box is stuffed to the gills I'm rolling in riches is this how the story ends, with us remaining friends I can't bear to watch that kind of Show me a way to be sorry I gave you my heart as little as it turned out to because I'll take lonely if that is the only way I can keep memories of when we knew love close to True blue true blue true blue