A Million Washloads 50/90
Channel: Kathy Bramley
Date: 2023-10-29

11. Washloads (of a semi-functional family)
2023-07-25

Liner Notes:

#pop #ballad #slice_of_life #NewWave #Indie #Punk #rock #TakeThat #needs_music #needs_collab #throughcomposed

This morning I kept randomly singing A Million Lovesongs by Take That, but it doesn't seem to fit exactly. So I wrote a song.

It might just be general longing for connection and lively friendship. It's sort of connected to having recently watched the Take That film The Greatest Days, my drift stirring the pot between the traditional life and 'latent' queerness or forever feeling like I'm stalling on some kind of 10/10 if that's even a thing or just keeping my nose down, but I thought I had got past the post-film weepies. It was a difficult parenting and married day or two. It's often hard to tell what's what. And you can't get all of that into a song. And I have probably got too much of my life into this site here.
Serious topics but I don't know how serious this song is. Except when I kept adding bits at the end it felt a bit like Norah Jones' tribute cover of Black Hole Sun.

Initial ispiration: the Take That lyrics. A Million Lovesongs

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Put your head against my life
What do you hear?
A million words just trying to make
The love song of the year
Close your eyes, but don't forget
What you have heard
A man who's trying to say three words
The words that make me scared
A million love songs later
And here I am trying to tell you that I care
A million love songs later
And here I am, here I am
A million love songs later
And here I am
Looking to the future now
This is what I see
A million chances pass me by
A million chances to hold you
Take me back, take me back
To where I used to be
And hide away from all my truths
Through the light I see
A million love songs later
And here I am trying to tell you that I care
A million love songs later
And here I am, just for you, girl
A million love songs later
And here I am
I feel for you, babe
I feel for you, baby
A million love songs later
And here I, here I am

(My) Lyrics
If I was a seashell you wouldn't hear the sea
You'd hear the rumblings of love and collected screams
Various sobs of frustration and pain
The tinkle of spoons in mugs,
The roar of hot kettle, water on teabags.
Jokes spoken over and above the soft glug of baked beans
The crispness of toast, wet-blanket quixotry,
Talking kindly and fiery by turns,
A walking disaster area, and memes.

A million words that you forget, whilst you bring your own.
Your practical love-giving all but burnt-out and gone.
If I asked you'd say you loved me, and that I loved you.
But I'd be the undead, unreflected, feeling blue.
Yet everyday sticking at it, gambling, committed.

A million words that you forget, whilst you bring your own,
Practical words near burnt-out and gone.
We still care, still committed; still I feel undead, unreflected.
Left in my head, all alone.

A million clumsy washloads later, here I am.
Trying to show my worth, and that I care.
A million washloads later, here I am.

A passenger in a magical mystery tour,
To a castle or heritage cinema,
An undead all-genre drama
Commissioned by Channel 4.
Oh yeah.
Or maybe BBC3.

Railway children on holiday-
North York Moors to Welsh highland railway.
Each a contributor, a million washloads later,
Here we are.
Complex feelings make us scared.
Complex lives, a complex world.
A million washloads later, here we are.
Ooo ooo yeah.
A million washloads later, here we are.