Wives Version of Things p2
This song needs a playful, post-britpop vibe with a quirky, unpredictable feel, Start with a [warm, bouncy piano and crunchy, fuzzy guitar], Introduce [erratic drum fills and zany, offbeat percussive effects] to keep it fun and chaotic, The voices should be a trio of female vocalists, singing with an exasperated yet loving tone, Incorporate [comical ancient horns] punctuating the melody, and use [unexpected tempo shifts and goofy sound effects] to create a story that's as ridiculous as the one the characters are trying to tell
Wives Version of Things p2
This song needs a playful, post-britpop vibe with a quirky, unpredictable feel, Start with a [warm, bouncy piano and crunchy, fuzzy guitar], Introduce [erratic drum fills and zany, offbeat percussive effects] to keep it fun and chaotic, The voices should be a trio of female vocalists, singing with an exasperated yet loving tone, Incorporate [comical ancient horns] punctuating the melody, and use [unexpected tempo shifts and goofy sound effects] to create a story that's as ridiculous as the one the characters are trying to tell
Lyrics
(Intro)
A warm, bouncy piano riff is joined by a crunchy, fuzzy guitar. The rhythm starts steady, then gets punctuated by a quick, erratic drum fill and a cymbal crash. A comical ancient horn sounds off-key.
(Verse 1 - Trio, singing together with exasperated sighs)
He said he climbed up Everest, had a tea right at the top
Said the Sherpas called him "Legend," and they begged him not to stop
He showed me a picture, blurred and kinda gray
Of a snowdrift that looked an awful lot like the driveway
The tempo speeds up dramatically for a moment, and a whoopee cushion sound effect is heard.
(Chorus - Trio, harmonies, a little more forceful)
A zany, offbeat percussive effect, like a cowbell, joins in
Oh, sure, my love, you walked upon the moon
Got the flag and brought it home inside a yellow plastic spoon
You swam the Amazon, you wrestled with a bear
Just don't ask me how you ripped your only good pair
Of under wear.
(Verse 2 - Solo female voice, slightly more tender)
He told me 'bout the Grand Canyon, how he leaped it in a bound
Said he stuck the landing right where the souvenir shop was found
The tour guide clapped, the kids all cheered, the sun came out real bright
Said he'd do it all again, just to see me in the light
The tempo slows down to a crawl, the piano plays a single, drawn-out note, and a long, drawn-out trumpet honk is heard.
(Chorus - Trio, harmonies, full-bodied and loving)
The tempo returns to normal with a bang, the beat is driving and chaotic
Oh, sure, my love, you walked upon the moon
Got the flag and brought it home inside a yellow plastic spoon
You swam the Amazon, you wrestled with a bear
Just don't ask me how you ripped your only good pair
Of under wear
(Bridge - All three voices in a close harmony, a little quieter and more thoughtful)
The music simplifies to just the piano and a clean guitar line
I know you're not a hero, just a dreamer in a chair
With a coffee and a newspaper and a little thinning hair
But the way you tell the story, with a twinkle in your eye...
Makes me believe the tall tales, even if I know they're a lie.
(Outro)
The music returns to the intro feel, bouncy and fuzzy, but the tempo shifts wildly. The trio sings "Ooooooh" as the comical horns punctuate the music. The song ends abruptly with the sound of a record scratch and a final, lingering piano note.