I’m Popcorn, and this is Week 5 of the UA Adventure Semester, as well as our last week in Paonia, CO! This week, we all came up with self-designed challenges, and in two days, completed them on our own. I chose to write a song on my ukulele, and make a music video for it.
While I might like to produce higher-quality results in the future, I did succeed! Today, at the end of my challenge, I have a complete song written on my own ukulele, and a full video of mountains, the open, cloudless blue sky, aesthetically pleasing trails, all of which I managed to produce in two days. I think that in the future, I’ll continue to be proud of my accomplishment.
Even with my success, however, the challenge was as challenging as I set it to be. I’m inexperienced in songwriting and videography, and much of the time, my lack of confidence was something of a wall to me. I had to hit it and break it down many times to get to my goal. I almost didn’t finish the video at all, and I’m still not entirely satisfied with it.
Still, at the end of the (two) day(s), I have a completed song and a completed video. I’ve come a long way in developing my creative confidence, believing that I can make what I want to. My success means a lot to me – it’s solid proof that I’ve done it, and that I can continue to do it.
Believe in yourself, guys.
Written by Lily Gadkari
Lyrics and chords to the song:
You’d expect there to be
Nothing but nonsense written in the void of the sky
Nothing in the clouds just passing by
Can’t you see
The flow of time means nothing to me
F A Am
It’s written in the end, that we’ll be free, from everything
Now I know, whoa-oh-oh
that that’s just not the place we’ll go
We’ve got too much to love left
Too much to live left
Too many minds we don’t know
G C F Am A Am G C
Somewhere, there’s a smile coming back
F A Am
From slipping through the cracks of your anger
C G F
Somehow, it knows that you wasted your life
Trying to pick up the knife
Behind the smile stands the light
And it means everything will be alright
Now I know whoa-oh-oh
That can’t be the place we go
There’s too much peace for a struggle
We couldn’t be kept all
Hidden and safe in the snow
F G C, Fin