Napkin: A study of Song
3 May 2025
Alright, kids. I’m having a weird night and I did too much writing already today so we’re going to talk about music.
As I was going through some old songs I came across one from April of 2024 which I very cleverly named “Napkin 23 April 2024”.
Here are the lyrics I could decipher:
Wrote your name down, on a napkin drunk off my ass-kin’ him what colors the wedding should be.
He was deep in his whiskey, I was wondering if you missed me, by the way, you still haven’t RSVP-ed.
Well I forgot a letter and you missed my call, I heard you’re getting better but that’s all that I could stomach to hear.
So the doctor gave a clean bill of health, you made amends with everyone but yourself, it seems the clouds are never clear.
When you were driving north on 35, took a breath at the death of that Texas sky and you thought… darling, do you think of me?
How I’ve been lost in my head again and you claimed the blame for all of it and drove yourself back to Tennessee.
Well I bet you’re having second thoughts about exactly what it is that you want well darling, darling, darling, so am I.
But the cut’s too clean and the bleeding makes too sense to me
I can bandage you up
but we never had anything resembling love.
Alright, so that’s that.
Let’s clean it up. I’m leaving the first two lines because they’re obviously perfect.
We’ll call this the 2nd Stanza. I’m going to bold everything that feels off.
Well I forgot a letter and you missed my call, I heard you’re getting better but that’s all that I could stomach to hear.
So the doctor gave a clean bill of health, you made amends with everyone but yourself, it seems the clouds are never clear.
The Fix:
I never write, but you never call, I heard you’re getting better but that’s all that I could stomach to hear.
The Doctor gave a clean bill of health, you made amends with everyone but yourself, it seems the clouds will never clear.
(Close enough).
Third Stanza: Looks fine.
When you were driving north on 35, took a breath at the death of that Texas sky and you thought… darling, do you think of me?
How I’ve been lost in my head again and you claimed the blame for all of it and drove yourself back to Tennessee.
Fourth Stanza:
Well I bet you’re having second thoughts about exactly what it is that you want well darling, darling, darling, so am I.
But the cut’s too clean and the bleeding makes too sense to me
I can bandage you up
but we never had anything resembling love.
The Fix:
Brainstorming….
Well all we did was just make a mess it’s too late to return my wedding dress
I can bandage you up, but we never had anything resembling love.
OK COOL: NEW SET UP
Wrote your name down, on a napkin drunk off my ass-kin’ him what colors the wedding should be.
He was deep in his whiskey, I was wondering if you missed me, by the way, you still haven’t RSVP-ed.
I never write, but you never call, I heard you’re getting better but that’s all that I could stomach to hear.
The Doctor gave a clean bill of health, you made amends with everyone but yourself, it seems the clouds will never clear.
When you were driving north on 35, took a breath at the death of that Texas sky and you thought… darling, do you think of me?
How I’ve been lost in my head again and you claimed the blame for all of it and drove yourself back to Tennessee.
Well all we did was just make a mess it’s too late to return my wedding dress
I can bandage you up, but we never had anything resembling love.
Well… ok. This is clearly in the early stages and we’ll need to add a lot more and figure out what to do with that damned guitar. But it’s a start. And I just want to move on to a different song. So there you go. A brief editing session. Something to do on weird nights so you don’t rot away.
-Rocket