Drip - the process

Drip is a song about sex. It's a song about sex being messy, and feeling weird because of my needs. It's a song about needing closeness and intimacy. It's a song about enjoying the messiness and goo. 

This song has actually been through a lot of versions!!

I initially wrote this song completely without an instrument, lying in bed, and added the chords later. The first version of the song you can listen to below is a cappella.

When I sat down to record it, I created the second version you can listen to below. The rhythm of the verse is a little different, there are slightly different drums (Logic drummer without many edits), and there is quite a bit more vocoder happening. Listening back, there are aspects I like better about this version. What do you think? 

The third version is... wild. There's that synth that is trying to be epic, and some really interestingly placed vocal echos... I have no idea what is going on there to be honest.

The last version is the unmastered mix that ended up as the final version! I edited the rhythm of the vocal melody so it fits with the groove of the bass line a bit better, and added some vocals at the end, and slightly different drum sounds!! 

And that is the story of how drip came to be. 

 

Lyrics:

 

Lovely days in my bed

Making love without dreading 

Feeling lost in the thread of the motion

Darker days, feeling blue

Getting lost, telling you

Letting go when I know we can work through

We can work through the rush

We can work with the touch

We can learn to let go if it's too much

 

Chorus:

When you're in love with my type of life

A Martian in the light

You might need an appetite

Baby, let me bite you

Wanna know you'll be there when I trip, trip, trip, trip

Want you right over here when I drip, drip, drip

 

Dripping all over you

Getting covered in goo

Touching tongues with the sweet residue

Fingers trace silky lines

Interlace yours with mine

Make me feel like I might be your kind

 

Chorus

 

My silky smooth might be strange

My need for touch, a wider range

Sometimes bright, sometimes deep

Sometimes going right to sleep

Sometimes need you there to watch me weep

 

Chorus

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