Dawn colours

I woke up with a song in my head. that wasn’t someone else’s song, so it turned out to be mine. It was easy to remember because it’s a rock’n’roll song and I more or less had the chorus. I’m now trying to write verses to go with it, filling them with rock’n’roll cliches because it’s a pastiche more than anything else. It’s called ‘Blame it on the Harvest Moon.’ Now, rather annoyingly, I have Buddy Holly’s ‘Brown Eyed Handsome Man’ rotating in my head. The songs are rhythmically similar, and my brain thinks it’s being clever. Pah!