Walking This Street

This is the first of a trio of songs where I didn't write my own lyrics. Denise told me about an online class that teaches you songwriting and I signed up for it. The idea was that everybody uses the same poem to write a song. You don't have to use the words you can just take inspiration from them or just write music that is inspired by the words. I decided to use the words for my song. So every week the class would give you a theme about song writing like melody or rhythm patterns and then give you homework to practice on and songs from popular artist that shows you how they incorporated the lesson. I was astonished to find that after the first week a whole lot of people had already written their song. How could this be? It was only the first lesson. Some people were praising other people's work that I thought was horrible. Some songs were pretty good. Well, it was a six week course and on week 4 the presenter said Ok we are going to start looking at your songs and pick 5 to review. So I said to myself "I guess I better not wait". I wrote this song in about a week and half and sent it in. By that time they had already reviewed the 5 songs and posted them online. Week 5 was talking about the 5 songs and week six was a review and a listen to the song that the presenter had come up with. Oh well here is my song. The words are by Poet Mat Black. I didn't use all the words and changed things up a bit.

Guitars Mike Casanova
Bass Apple Loops
Drums Apple Loops
Vocals Mike Casanova
Song Link Walking This Street

She's my town, I'm not leaving,
the footsteps I've been weaving,
Where we grew our hair, learned to laugh and swim,
Shining rooves, ruled by Mars, friends flew by like shooting stars
Where we fell in love, then fell out again.

I'm walking this street heading home, Leaving silent footprints in the rain.

Lovely lasses, and brave lads,
dancing into Mums and Dads,
The corner shop, the postman that you know
Loners, losers, husbands, wives, mystery of unknown lives
How's it been going? The last ten years or so...

I'm walking this street heading home, Leaving silent footprints in the rain.

Seven valleys, seven hills, where workers flowed through mills, The winter years we all caught a cold in, Distant moors through my window, making me my life's hero, As I watch my own play unfolding.

I'm walking this street heading home, Leaving silent footprints in the rain.

Now time's a thief, trees grow tall,
one day weeds will cover all,
She's wide eyed staring into sky at night,
Back to backs asleep in sun, fish slow in the River Don,
The summer streets, like avenues of light.

I'm walking this street heading home, Leaving silent footprints in the rain.

By Matt Black

Music by Mike Casanova

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