Demo: Is This What They Call Romance?

This song was previously demo’d about a year ago, and even shoddier than this demo I’m posting today, but nonetheless, the song has come together more in my head, and I’ve a clearer idea of it now than I did 12 months ago. It’s a cute little pop song that kept popping into my head in different bits and pieces, that all came together on the piano at one point. It has a jauntiness that makes me smile, and although I think I really intended on making it quite a musically simple song, it hops back and forth between two keys instead. Oh well, that’s what I get for intentionally trying to write something simple and straight forward. It seems that when I try to write something more complex, I end up using two or three chords!

Nevertheless, I like this little tune. I fuck up the piano, as I’m wont to do, and I probably go off key too, which is my other little issue when I’m recording myself. I really hate recording myself. Just thought I’d put that out there.

But yeah, this song is about liking someone you should really like in that way at all, but you know, you can’t really help who you fall for sometimes can you? I kinda like the gender-fuck in the lyrics, and it was intentional.

Is This What They Call Romance? [demo] by misterebby

(lyrics after the jump)

Lyrics

It’s you, and me, and the street cleaner,
and the seagulls scuffling for scraps.
Even Supermac’s is closed, and the sun’s long up
but we don’t notice,
and I say

“I really like your boyfriend, and I don’t want to break you up,
but I really wanna be kissing you.
He’s quite the perfect boyfriend, who calls you every day,
just to make sure that everything’s ok.
He’s handsome and kind, with an astute mind,
He’s polite, and he’s sweet.
He’s like a teddy bear with gell in his hair,
And he always says hello when we meet.
But you have the greenest eyes, and the sweetest smile…”
Is this what they call romance?

It’s you, and me, and the street cleaners,
and the jerky puppet-head of people half-asleep,
waiting for the first bus home and staring at the shopfronts,
noses pressed against the glass.
And I say,

“I really like your girlfriend, and I know you don’t swing my way,
But I really want to be kissing you.
She’s quite the perfect girlfriend, who calls you every day,
Just to make sure that everything’s ok.
She’s beautiful and kind, with an astute mind,
She’s polite, and she’s sweet.
She looks like a model with long blonde hair,
and she always says hello when we meet.
But you have greenest eyes, and the sweetest smile…”
Is this what they call romance?

You’ll find me in the shadows, in the dark I steal away,
When the blackness surrounds you – come and stay.
I walk around with my glasses off,
To romanticise the world.
When you’ve nothing left to say,
Hide a while with me.

It’s you and me and the street cleaners,
Is this what they call romance?
It’s you and me and the street cleaners,
Is this what they call romance?

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