Thrown Away

4 days ago by @lbrewington

Liner Notes

Steven Winwood's self titled album (released before I was born) was introduced to be my a dear friend and quickly became an album that featured heavily in my youth. I shared this album with my brother and he zoned in on the Song "Vacant Chair". This song was a co-write with Viv Stanshall and features the African Yoruba saying "O-ku nsu-kun no-ko" which translates to the "the dead are weeping for the dead" which I always took as "let the dead weep for the dead". Although Winwood's song deals with loss, I would frequently think about how my brother zoned in on this song from the album and the discussions we had about this song. These thoughts carried through my life and eventually where utilized when I wrote a prose piece called "Thrown Away", about hero worship, and the ghosts of our past.

For our SongSidekick Song Circle we were challenged to write a response song and this week's FAWM challenge was to write a song using an Andalusian Cadence. As I stat down to write the FAWM challenge, "Thrown Away" was in my mind and used that material for the inspiration of this song. Since this week's circle challenge was covered by a previous FAWM challenge, it also completes that challenge as well.

If you have never gave Steve Winwood's album a listen I highly recommend it. Which is ironic to mention in a song about hero worship.

I think it can be cool if a song is titled after none of the words in the song, and this song does so, since it was based off the prose piece I really wanted it to be named the same. A little mind meta just for me.

#challenge #andalusian #songsidekicksongcircle #response #acoustic

Took one and half hours from concept to final demo. I mungled the line "for only the strong" but it's fine. Hope to clean it up a bit but a solid base. Enjoyed working with the Anadlusian chord progression.

Lyrics

capo 2
[v1]
dm - c - Bb - A
we are deluded, myself most of all
into thinking what others might have thought

thinking is strictly a thinker's game,
and one should not think just for pleasure's sake

only the thinking creature could have know
dm - c - Bb - A
the pedestals once built have become

Bb c --- dm
our prisons too soon

[v2]
give praise where praise is due today
raise accolades and feast too

let us live then die
no legends we raise

let the dead lay dead cold in the graves

Bb c Dm
as lessons we have learned

[v3]
dm - c - Bb - A

through the jungles we pushed
woke up to this mess

tall dark and shirtless
call it hero worship

a cowboy his rider
so fit and so tan
Bb C DM
doesn't it seem unfair

[v4]
we have chose what we think is best
we are the disease that ravages us

let the knowledge we once knew rekindle our soul
for only the strong could hope to survive
Bb C DM
the cowboy and his rider
the cowboy and his rider

[v2 repeat]

Bb c Dm
as lessons we have learned

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