Summer Robot
by Elks of the Economy
We decided to write a very slippery jazz tune instead of the usual pop fare for a different "sound"
Here are the changes for the curious:
A section
Bb/D Dm7#5 Bb/D Dm7#5
Bbm6 Bbdim Bbm6 A7
Bb/D Dm7#5 Bb/D Dm7#5
Bbsus/C# G#/C
B6sus/G# G#6sus/F F6sus/D
B section
Ebmaj7 Dm7 C#maj7 Cm7 F7 Bmaj7 Dmaj7
Bridge
Gmaj7 Gm7 F#m7 Fm7 Em7 G#9 Adim D7b9 G+ A7
Instrumentation
Vox is JB (but he had get real creative to melodize over our extremely jazzy changes)
Piano is me on a real baby grand (keys, but different instrument)
Guitar is mo on finger-picked nylon-string acoustic (guitar, but different timbre from the usual electric)
Marimba and Vibes are soft-synths, but might be sample based (instruments we've never used)
Percussion is a little latin kit of congas, cowbell, guiro, and woodblocks (instead of electronic drums)
Addl percussion of chimes, a few cuica squeaks, and a rain stick (mmm, flavor)
Bass is played on the Rhodes but EQ'd to sound like a fretless (typical lead instrument used in a different way)
There are days that change everything
Summer days as easy as breathing
Turn a page in the giant book
Turn your head baby maybe you shouldn’t look
A sunny day on a sunny beach
On an island just the right amount of out of reach
I was sipping tea
And reading quietly
To my surprise
He arose on a jet
Standing tall like a bro
Who just hasn’t failed yet
There are days that change everything
Summer days as easy as breathing
Turn a page in the giant book
Turn your head baby maybe you shouldn’t look
Cocked his head, like he couldn’t believe
Like I was the strangest thing he’d ever seen
I said “Are you looking for a heart?”
Thought he didn’t get the joke
He said “Have you any oil? I’m in a sorry state
I’m afraid I’ll start to squeak
I can’t lubricate”
As I watched the sunset with that metal man
He wiggled his metal toes in the chilly sand
Turned to me and shook my hand and said
“Enjoy it while you can”
There are days that change everything
Summer days as easy as breathing
Turn a page in the giant book
Turn your head baby maybe you shouldn’t look
I coughed and stuttered, choked and spat
I didn’t know what to think
Then I saw his shoulders quake
And one red eye winked
There are days that change everything
Summer days as easy as breathing
Turn a page in the giant book
Turn your head baby maybe you shouldn’t look