2025 Competition Entry:

Wishful Thinking by Six Of One

Genre

Rock

Artist

Co-writer(s)

no

Performer(s)

This is mostly just the vocal tracks taken from the session which were all done by me. I also played the guitar parts that can be heard in the background. This version was recorded up in Rangeley Maine using an old windows 98 computer and an early version of Cubase. I was also the engineer, producer, arranger, artist, composer etc. I have a new updated arrangement of this song which I plan to use on a new album later this year.

Description

This is probably my most favorite of all the songs I’ve written over the years. I added the acoustic guitar after the fact at a friends studio in Harlem, New York City. (Jeff, the Jedi Master, Jones) who also mixed the full version for me. I had arranged for a guitar player to perform the part but he had to cancel at the last minute and I was already at the studio but I wanted it played with a pick and did not have one! (I’m a bass player after all), so I used a penny which accounts for getting stuck on a couple of strings. But there was no time to fix the part so it was one take and done. To this day I cannot duplicate the pattern of what I had played that day exactly, but I love that about the track because it makes it as human and as real as it gets. I love authenticity and human perception much more than inhuman perfection.

Bio

Six Of One refers to the number of hats one must wear to try and get their music heard these days. Some hats fit much better than others. For myself, anything to do with marketing or in any way business related, are the poorest fitting hats.

Lyrics

Wishful Thinking

Blind faith in a dangerous world
And you know, life,
It just ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.
And when it turns out to be something else…
Something completely off the wall,
Then what the hell are you supposed to do?
And the world never cries
It just keeps on spinning.
It’ll throw you off in a heartbeat
Given half a chance.
Meanwhile love’s the cruel joke
That keeps us grinning
Ear to ear like the fools we are
We are, we are….
We are stuck inside this thing we call “ourselves”
Searching for something
Inside our soul,
It makes no sense,
But to say it doesn’t matter
Is just wishful thinking.
‘Cause in the end you’ll know
Just how much you really care.
No, the world never cries
It just keeps on spinning
It’ll throw you off in a heartbeat given half a chance
Meanwhile love’s the cruel joke
That keeps us grinning
Ear to ear like the fools we are.
We are stuck inside this place we find ourselves
Searching for answers
A sign of a soul.
It makes no sense
But to say it doesn’t matter
Is just wishful thinking
‘Cause in the end you’ll know
How much you really cared.

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