Cut a scratch demo over the weekend to hand to a friend and put a previous version of this track on it before I realized that I was not at all happy with how I'd left it last summer when I had to set it aside--wait, was it last summer, or the summer before? Egads. It was 2009!This is still a rough mix. The vocals are scratch vocals, mere placeholders. With the new synth parts I think I need to rewrite the melody to the chorus completely. For those of you faithfuls who were with me during the making of i am me/am i not? this process will be familiar to you--no, I have no shame nor embarrassment in sharing this crap at this point.Nor should I.It keeps me committed to the project. Keeps it moving forward. If I put it out there and half of it is great but say, the bridge totally sucks, then I know I owe it to you guys to fix it.Because I've already put it out there.It's different if it sits on my hard drive. I never have to finish it. It's the ideas that I think are pretty strong but still need some work that I'll put out there.So the formula is something like: < 60% cool (or better) - >40% sucks ass = ready to shareWithout further ado, here it is.[audio http://auryaun.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/picture-postcards-corrected-key-mp3.mp3 ]Picture PostcardsWhy do I keep coming back to the same placeOf being lost and aloneLike a child with no homeI pick through rubble, bits of string, bits sandLocked out and alone, I'm naked coldSearching alleys for lamplightBlistered, beaten, broken, confusedThe dawn breaks gray and forbiddingYou don't get to sweep in at the end like some cavalry hero {riding mounted and glorious}You don't get to sweep in at the end like some cavalry hero {why do you breathe when I cry?}You don't get to sweep in at the end like some cavalry hero {riding mounted and glorious}You don't get to sweep in at the end like some cavalry hero {waving your cutlass}And now my days shift so endlesslyBlack upon whiteThe silence deafening but my heart beats like a knifeYou've moved on again it's easy for youYour picture postcards, you collect them allYou scarcely look back, a fond glance once in a whileYou don't get to sweep in at the end like some cavalry hero {riding mounted and glorious}You don't get to sweep in at the end like some cavalry hero {why do you breathe when I cry?}You don't get to sweep in at the end like some cavalry hero {riding mounted and glorious}You don't get to sweep in at the end like some cavalry hero {waving your cutlass}Your picture postcards in your zoetrope2009 Auryaun Music. All rights reserved.