So earlier today, an amazing thing happened: after months of musical dearth with not a line of lyrics or a single note written, i finally got something written. A binge of Black Sabbath covers resulted in rough draft lyrics and riffs for a song currently entitled “Bishop of Souls.” The inspiration for the title came from the Bible, while a rough concept for the lyrics is a doom metal inspired take on Revelation 13 and the apostate church of Rome.
As far as the riffs that I made, there isn’t too much yet: just a slow and heavy riff for the song intro and a faster-paced blues shuffle riff that could be used either for the chorus or a bridge: riffs are c minor based and written for a drop-C or C-tuned guitar. This is a major starting point for writing a song; this was, after all, how many of the songs from my debut album started off, with little else but an idea and a line or two.
So after writing these down, i plugged in my First Act guitar: it’s old and of pretty poor quality, but i keep it for the tonality, which is very thick and doomy. I also keep it tuned four half-steps down (low to high: C – F – B flat – E flat – G – C), since C-tuning lends itself to the heavy sound of doom metal. So there i was, playing around on my C-tuned guitar, rehearsing the riffs i had written and trying to come up with new ones.
Then, for some reason, i started playing the chords from this song. Not something you’d expect could be played on a C-tuned guitar, or that someone like me would want to play. But there i was, playing Sixpence None the Richer, deftly strumming the chords to the song on a C-tuned guitar: not as difficult as you might think, since the chords can be played in the open position without the need of a capo. The only difficult part was that i didn’t actually know the chords to the song, but i knew the melody and could play chords that were agreeable to that melodic line (this was how i learned Rainbow’s “Temple of the King” without tabs).
And as i was bringing the chorus to a close, i made a realization: here was my crappy First Act, tuned to C, useful only for heavy, doom metal riffs (or for those riffs that, in standard tuning, would result in an E-to-F# major 2nd movement). The bottom strings were old and dirty – all the better to create those doom riffs – and while the higher strings were in better condition, they always made a distasteful ringing noise (just like on my Fender). Yet even so, i was able to play something major-keyed and beautiful sounding.
Then i came to the realization that there is light and beauty even in the darkest and gloomiest times: i just need to know where to look for it.
In my eyes, indisposed In disguise as no one knows Hides the face, lies the snake In the sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench Beneath the black the sky looks dead Call my name through the cream And I’ll hear you scream again
Black Hole Sun Won’t you come? And wash away the rain Black Hole Sun Won’t you come? Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?
Stuttering, cold and damp Steal the warm wind, tired friend Times are gone for honest men And sometimes far too long for snakes
In my shoes, a walking sleep And my youth I pray to keep Heaven send, Hell away No one sings like you anymore
Black Hole Sun Won’t you come? And wash away the rain Black Hole Sun Won’t you come? Won’t you come?
Black Hole Sun Won’t you come? And wash away the rain Black Hole Sun Won’t you come? Won’t you come?
Black Hole Sun… Black Hole Sun…won’t you come? Black Hole Sun… Black Hole Sun…won’t you come? Black Hole Sun… Black Hole Sun…won’t you come? Black Hole Sun… Black Hole Sun…
Hang my head, drown my fear Till you all just disappear
Black Hole Sun Won’t you come? And wash away the rain Black Hole Sun Won’t you come? Won’t you come?
Black Hole Sun Won’t you come? And wash away the rain Black Hole Sun Won’t you come? Won’t you come?
Black Hole Sun… Black Hole Sun…won’t you come? Black Hole Sun… Black Hole Sun…won’t you come? Black Hole Sun… Black Hole Sun…won’t you come? Black Hole Sun… Black Hole Sun…won’t you come? Black Hole Sun… Black Hole Sun…won’t you come? Black Hole Sun… Black Hole Sun…won’t you come?
Can you sleep at night?
When you close your eyes
Do you think of all the pain from your lies?
Or do you deny
You’re responsible
For the victims of the sins you devised?
“Dear Father” by Black Sabbath
Take these bones My spirit doesn’t need them any longer In the zones Between the living and the dead
Take these eyes ‘Cuz I don’t need to see another minute Of this life From which I’m hanging by a thread
Please let go We’ll maybe meet again in someone’s vision Who could know If there’s another world up there?
On my own I’m passing through the final resolution Going home Without a promise or a prayer
The hour of indecision Too late to change your mind Was it all superstition It lies and then you’re dying
In my time I tried but didn’t find a real direction Chose a line On the periphery of life
Say goodbye There’s no escape from absolute conclusion Life goes by But memories remain the same