Hello Internet

 

 

Just stopping by to say a quick hello. I’ve been busy sitting in my office…working. I’m too driven to go out and enjoy summer, especially when my work is near completion. And really this is only the beginning.

Right now I’m breaking from re-edits to enjoy some music. My protagonist is very Bohochic-inspired and her music tastes are eclectic. She loves bands like Wolf & Cub, Echo &The Bunnymen, and singer Lana Del Rey. Even underneath all this, she’s still very traditional (Bach, Mozart, Tchaikovsky).

When I write scenes, especially with her dialogue, I want my protagonist’s love for music to come out. Why? Because this is what she wants. Music is her escape. It’s a part of her hopes, dreams, goals, and most of all…her way out of the current situation she’s in.

I shared a few songs from this 80’s British band Echo and the Bunnymen before. I think I’ve said this a thousand times: lead singer Ian McCulloch is a brilliant songwriter. If you don’t believe me, read the lyrics from the song The Killing Moon.

As for The Cutter, I read the lyrics to this song and couldn’t believe my eyes because the word Mustard is mentioned. To be honest, I will not look at mustard the same way now. Gotta love McCulloch’s use of words in lyrical matters.

So simple.

This is Echo and the Bunnymen’s alternate version of their original song. Some people like the original version, some like the alternate. You decide. As for me… I like the alternate.

Enjoy!

Lyrics by Echo and the Bunnymen // Image source: UrbanOutfitters Tumblr

Who’s on the seventh floor
Brewing alternatives
What’s in the bottom drawer
Waiting for things to give

Spare us the cutter
Spare us the cutter
Couldn’t cut the
Mustard

[Chorus]
Conquering myself until
I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will
Not just another drop in the ocean

Come to the free for all
With cello-tape and knives
Some of us six feet tall
We will escape our lies

Spare us the cutter
Spare us the cutter
Couldn’t cut the
M-m-mustard

[Chorus]

Am I the happy loss
Will I still recoil
When the skin is lost
Am I the worthy cross
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off

[Chorus]
Ocean

Watch the fingers close
When the hands are cold

Am I the happy loss
Will I still recoil
When the skin is lost
Am I the worthy cross
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off

Am I the happy loss
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off

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