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epitome of incomprehensibility
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When dream_songs meet carrots, this is the lyric I remember.
See, I decide I'm getting old, so I write a song about this topic for my band (I have a band). It's a bit jokey and defies the idea of advanced age meaning a lack of deftness, at least verbal deftness: the lyrics come fast and sharp, a string of associations with clever wordplay.
At least, I think they're clever in the moment. The only dream_lyrics I can remember now are something ending with "...older" then "rock and roll over."
Meaning: you aren't young anymore, so you lie down instead of dance.
I teach this to the younger singer. He's unclear of what to sing on the word "definitely" (oh yes, there's definitely the word "definitely"), so I demonstrate:
de-e-fi-nite-ly
goes on the notes
G3-G4-F♯4-E4-D4.
It's the octave jump he has trouble with. Luckily I have a basin full of carrots. I line up eight carrots to represent a scale. This helps.
Then I try to teach him something about getting old, because why not. The carrots are knobby and unpeeled, which makes them more human. I grab a larger one and pretend it's saying, "When I was your age..." to a smaller one, but I don't know where I'm going with that because I wake up.
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