Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Tuesday Tunes (1)

I'm one of those people who is ALL ABOUT music. Music inspires me in every aspect of my life, and that includes my writing. Sometimes it's the story of a song that has an impact on me, sometimes it's just a special line, and sometimes it's something as subtle as the tone of the lyrics.

So I figured I would start a little feature here on this new blog where I share songs that I love for whatever reason...inspiration, motivation, or just plain inexplicable love.

I decided to kick off this music feature today with the song that inspired my WIP.

Sic Transit Gloria by Brand New (from the Deja Entendu album)

I love Brand New. They are one of my very favorite bands, and I really can't get enough of this album. Sic Transit Gloria is the second track on Deja, but the first full song.

What I love about this song, and what inspired my WIP, is the story. I was listening to it one night and I thought, how interesting...the girl is the sexual aggressor in this song, and the guy goes along with it, even though he really doesn't want to, because he's the guy and he's supposed to. I thought this was such an interesting situation, and one that I haven't really read too much about. We hear so much about the guys being the ones who push the girls into sex, but what if the roles were reversed? What if it was the girl who pushed the guy into it? What if he was the one who was scared and insecure and wanted more from the relationship?

So my WIP was born. When I wrote the original draft back during NaNoWriMo 2008, this plot element was the entire focus of the story. Now that I have revised the crap out of it, the story has evolved, and the characters have become so much more. Now it hardly resembles the original NaNo draft, and the situation originally inspired by the lyrics has changed so much that it really has little to do with the song anymore. (Isn't that how all of our ideas go? Oh, the evolution of our stories...so much fun.)

So, even though this song hardly has anything to do with my story anymore, thanks to my many drafts, it's what gave birth to my characters, it's where they started, and I can't hear it without thinking of them and picturing them in this situation. (I picture the PG-13 version, though. I'm no perv.)


Sic Transit Gloria (Glory Fades) - Brand New

Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking head to toe
while your left hand does the "show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.

You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
barely whisper, "This is so messed up."

Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)

He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.

He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for s...

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)

So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

5 comments:

  1. This is an awesome song! I'd never heard it before since other than "Play Crack the Sky" I am relatively ignorant to Brand New. So cool to read how it inspired you!

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  2. yay for Brand New! Jude Law and a Semester Abroad is my fave by them, but I love this one, too.

    Awesome inspiration for a WIP!

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  4. It is so funny you write about the role reversal and how we don't read about that happening so much. I was just thinking about that and realized how many women I know these days are actually in that role IRL. Yet, how funny that in literature it is the man who is the aggressor.
    I started a story like that too where the female was the sexual aggressor but the man wanted to "talk" and have a relationship. It was true to life as I based the character on someone I knew but finishing it up, it felt awkward to have the story go that way. And I have no idea why! So it got trashed...along with some many other stories.

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  5. Great songs. can you give me your online album link. if so. theater classes

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