It's really beautiful here right? Maybe I'll do like a pan around to show you
I've been trying to do like free writes in the morning where I spend like 15 minutes
and I literally set a clock so like today at 8:41 I wrote down it's "841 until 856 I'm gonna try and write a song"
I had 3 extra minutes
This was my 11 minute song. It took longer to set the camera up than to write this song
(Talking to Anna) Anna, so the reason I made the camera go on is per usual I scribbled a song about you
(To camera) I've been reading a lot of books talking about how writers remain creative up until their 80s and 90s
and how you can keep going back to the page and finding new things to say
and an example given was Picasso sitting in cafes and sprawling things on the back of napkins when he was an old man.
(Anna): Oh, I didn't know that - Yeah, yeah.
Anna: He slept with an underage girl
Oh right I'm so sorry. Pica- Oh shit.
I need the bridge of this song now (talking while typing): "by the way Picasso was an asshole"
(Anna): You don't need to write a lyric about it, Brian. Brian.
(Brian): I'm writing a lyric about it right now - It's gonna be weird. Don't.
It is gonna be weird, but it just happened.
(Brian clears his throat): Ready? - I'm ready I wrote you a song
♪ The light on your face this morning at a cabin in West Virginia ♪
(Anna): It's right here.
♪ is maybe the most beautiful thing ♪ - (Anna interrupts): Oh Brian there's a deer
There's a deer? Where's the deer? - It's about to be on the road (Brian gasps)
Do you see it? - That's a squirrel
♪ in our cabin ♪ you have to pay attention - There's a cute deer what else was I supposed to do?
Oh my god - Okay I'm listening, I'm listening
No it's horrible to have me, like this is really tal- (Brian reacting to the deer offscreen) Oh my god look at that gorgeous deer.
(slow guitar playing)
♪
♪ Bum bum. Bm bum ♪
Okay so here I am. ♪ Today I wrote a song for Anna while sitting on the porch of this cabin ♪
♪ This is not the song it's like an actual song right now I'm just singing into the camera ♪
♪ and it's hard it's hard to set up the camera so it frames your beautiful face your beautiful face when the light keeps shifting ♪
1, 2, 3, 4
♪
♪ Picasso scribbled drawings on napkins in cafes ♪
♪ I don't know if it's a legend but it's romantic in its way ♪
♪ and I feel I have been scribbling love songs to you this year ♪
♪ like a note that you pass in math class ♪
♪ high form thoughts barely adding up to anything no commissions and an audience of one ♪
♪ No commitments or deadlines set for a song that I know in my heart with never be done ♪
♪ except ♪
♪ the light on your face this morning in a cabin in West Virginia is maybe the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen ♪
♪ and it would be easy it's so easy ♪
♪ to let it fall way to let the moment pass to let it turn to grey ♪
♪ it would be easy It's so easy ♪
♪ So now before the light is gone I will scribble you a love song like Picasso on a napkin in a cafe ♪
♪ Your dirty gray sweatpants from my mother's drawer last week ♪
♪ and my faded yellow sweatshirt from Brown University ♪
♪ the slippers that we borrowed from a resort in Uluwatu ♪
♪ an inventory of our gap year ♪
♪ half-formed thoughts barely adding up to anything ♪
♪ no commissions and an audience of one ♪
♪ No commitments or deadlines set for a song that I know in my heart with never be done ♪
♪ except ♪
♪ The light ♪
♪ The light ♪
♪ The light on your face this morning in a cabin in West Virginia is maybe the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen ♪
♪ and it would be easy it's so easy ♪
♪ to let the moment pass to let it fall away to let it all go grey ♪
♪ so easy it's so easy ♪
♪ So now before the light is gone I will scribble you a love song ♪
♪ like Picasso on a napkin in a cafe ♪
♪
♪ Hey, by the way, Picasso was an asshole hey, by the way, Picasso was an asshole ♪
♪ hey, by the way, Picasso was an asshole ♪
♪ and slept with underage girls in his day-hay hey, by the way Picasso was an asshole ♪
♪ hey, by the way, Picasso was an asshole hey, by the way, Picasso was an asshole ♪
♪ and you are still the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen ♪
♪ and it would be easy it's so easy ♪
♪ to let it fall away to let the moment pass to let it turn to grey ♪
♪ it would be easy it's so easy ♪
♪ So now before the light is gone I will scribble you a love song ♪
♪ like Picasso on a napkin in a cafe ♪
♪ (soft strumming) ♪
(Brian misses strings twice before playing final chord)
Yeah. Cool. I'm gonna do one more take of it.
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