Jono
Jonothon chewed the end of his pencil as he thought about the song he wanted to write. He wanted to write a song about them. About who they were, and why they were displaced. Something, something...possibly in a minor key. Actually, he had a tune somewhere he'd written down...he went hunting in his scraps of paper he doodled songs onto.
Ah. There. Now... yeah, 4/4, then a 6/8 beat...switch back to the 4/4 for a few bars then...right. Rip, ghost slide, then plucking there...
Jonothon looked back at the paper with the music, then tapped the pencil against the paper he was going to write the words on.
Never know my way back home
Since I been displaced
Something's missing
Something's gone
You know, you really never can go back home
It's the way you look in other people's eyes
It's the excellent way that we disguise
What we think and what we feel
What would you care anyway?
We're only the displaced.
Never know my way back home
Since I been displaced
Something's missing
Something's gone
You know, you really never can go back home
My family's dead and buried to me
I don't see my old friends anymore
It's the confusion settling over me
I wonder where in hell do I belong?
The answer is nowhere,
Cos we are the displaced.
Never know my way back home
Since I been displaced
Something's missing
Something's gone
You know, you really never can go back home
I've watched my life drip away
The knife set in my hand
My parents don't want to know me
Since I became someone new
And I wonder why I became
One of the displaced.
And I wonder why I became,
One of the displaced
Never know my way back home
Since I been displaced
Something's missing
Something's gone
You know, you really never can go back home.
You know we're just the same as you
Somewhere in our darkness
But we're lost and can't be found
It shows our displacement
Home is something we'll never know
Because we're too different now
We scare you, we know it
We're displaced and we show it
We flaunt our difference to the world
Because we have no settled home
Where we want to be is not where we are
All we want now is your respect
And we know we ain't gonna get it
Cos we are the displaced
Sing with me now
We are the displaced
We are the displaced
We are the displaced
Distanced from the human race...
Jonothon sat back and scratched his head, before picking up his guitar. Yep, yep. It fit alright. Now, the melody line needed a bit of tightening...and he could add in some keyboard and drum music too. Actually, there were a few places where he could use a violin. Just to heighten the effect. Some of the words weren't quite what he wanted...but he was awfully close. Jonothon bent his head back down to his work.