Noodling with chords I found myself playing a strange jazz progression. I spent some time noodling with a melody, da da da-ing it. Listened to it on repeat for a few hours one day while I read.
The next night doing the dishes, I opened the tea cabinet and smelled the Earl Grey, which in our house means you’re having marmalade whether you want it or not. Flashes of a night drive from Sacramento to Mendocino with my wife sparked more words and out it came.
capo 5
earl grey and marmalade toast
drive up the coast see where it ends
wearing our marmelade coats
sharing some notes with a few friends
we build a crackling fire
funeral pyre see where it ends
we fill the sunset with stars
we spend the hours with a few friends
misty wet mountains the ocean below
staring at stars in our sky
misty wet mountains will stay when we go
staring at stars in the sky
slip through the mist like a ghost
marmalade coast with a few friends
we build a funeral pyre
slip down the wire see where it ends
chorus
earl grey and marmalade toast
drive up the coast see where it ends
wearing our marmelade coats
sharing some notes with a few friends
chorus
drive up the marmalade coast
with a few friends see where it ends