Don't Try to Find Me

Robert James

Nothing special about this one except that it broke my one songwriting challenge rule: I rewrote part of it. The lyrics. I wrote the melody and a set of lyrics that fit late one night and even before I conked out for the night I knew it was the worst lyric I’d ever written, and given how bad most of this crap is that is really saying something. I rewrote them the next day. They still suck but they are 100000000 times better than the first set of garbage. I do kind of like the melody though.

Guitars are all Gibson ES-335, Amps are all Vox AC15 and Fender Bassbreaker 15. Rhythm parts used a crybaby wah-wah, an MXR Univibe (I had been listening to a lot of Tommy Bolin. The Univibe is his fault), and a Klon KTR. The leads used the crybaby and the Klon along with a Malaise Forever Black Lives Matter.

chorus
don’t try to find me I’ve gone away
buried alive there’s no other way
seeds of destruction my finger tips
throw at the wall and see if it sticks

verse 1
this is how it goes don’t you know
when you’re sinking down far below
never any place you can hide
hardly any chance to survive

Verse 2
now’s the final chance pick a side
now is your last chance for this ride
say what you will about all this
say what you feel somehow it fits

Verse 3
now’s the final chance pick a side

now is your last chance for this ride

never any place you can hide

hardly any chance to survive