FAWM: February Album Writing Month 2004

numero 10 - the radius WMA file here
when i finished #9 on monday morning, that was the end of all my big fragments. i had a list of titles/ideas, but few words and no music. so... the last >4 are from scratch.

here's the first offering, which was only a title/idea as of late february 24. it's a bit of an alan turing, as the idea is much bigger than my 2-hour abilities...

but i thought i'd give it a shot.

there are some very rough spots on the demo... gotta love 'em.

after a day of meditation...
my fave bit is mostly stolen from others: "maybe we're perfect now" is more or less GOOD WILL HUNTING and "each thing in its place is best" is word-for-word ripped off from a longfellow poem.


a total physicist-forces-metaphors-on-social-studies kinda thing. there are many physics phenomena which take place within a particular critical distance (a measure of one thing, or the distance between two things). beyond that distance, the effects are nil or negligible (though "negligible" is another song entirely). these yardstick distances are then labelled, e.g. van der waals radius and schwarzschild radius... (useful physics links coming soon...after i get some sleep.)

this is the story of a comfortable interpersonal distance within which the social landscape changes dramatically...


the radius

i am not so far away
  no matter what you say
   everything's all right
far but never out of sight
  and when it's me you need
    i'll be right by your side

i choose my distance well
  been near enough to tell
    it's safest on the edge
eyes watching all the signs
  i'm far enough away
    to cover all my bets

way down in
every action ripples hard and fast
things go down
you need things you never needed in the past

out beyond this dotted line
  stories start to blur
    can't be rectified
inside your little sphere
  the pressure is so clear
    the focus is so tight

maybe we're perfect now
where we've come to rest
maybe we're perfect now
each thing in its place is best

out beyond this dotted line
  stories start to blur
    can't be rectified
inside your little sphere
  the pressure is so clear
    the focus is so tight

you marvel at the view
  no matter what you do
    can't go back again
i marvel over you
  and the filters we see through
    inside out and outside in

i marvel over you
  and the light that shines on through
    inside out and outside in

insideoutandoutsideinsideoutandoutsideinsideoutandoutsidein...