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I describe my ongoing lyrics writing projects. Where I get my ideas, how I match my words with other people's music, which little helpers I use...

would you still love me

nohting much to tell with regard to "lyrics in progress". I used RhymeZone a lot, otherwise it sort of wrote itself. I wrote the chorus first. It's a rather long chorus with internal repetitions. You could actually describe its internal structure as "chorus...

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thoughts

... that's the title for the lyrics that didn't have one ;-) See: yet another chorus I wrote three verses today: you think that I'm an asshole I think you are too cute I think that you're an angel you think that I'm a brute you think that there's a cause...

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heap of misery - I'll leave it at that

I did the 'meter-check' and decided that I can leave the lyrics as they are. Just one miniature twist: I just point out | what is obvious ["is" instead of just "'s" gains me an additional syllabe that makes this line fit better] I also observed that "see...

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yet another chorus

let them come, let them go let them hide, let them show let them in, let them out let them dance, let them sing let them hurt, let them sting let them in, let them out I have neither title nor a real content. At the moment, there is just this chorus that...

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heap of misery - II

I wrote another verse and a bridge: Verse: when did you last | see things with sober eyes when was your life less of a mess when did you last | smile or laugh aloud and feel true happiness - I'm not THAT happy with the "when - when - when" beginnings...

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heap of misery

This is actually another "lyric in progress" as it is not already finished. The text has been lyring around since a couple of weeks: VERSE you don't look | that great today with your hangover grumpy mood better get | close to the toilet bowl in case you're...

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adding to my ever-increasing carpe-diem lyrics collection

Title: like this was the last day I listen to the bick'ring brook and look out for a trout I let my gaze wander to watch the birches sprout a ladybird has gone astray and landed on my knee a squirrel rushes up the tree to eye me warily like this was the...

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to make a living

Nothing much to report. I began writing the lyrics before I went on a prolonged weekend trip, and I finished it 5 minutes ago, right after my return. This is the chorus: to make a living we steal and cheat to make a living we walk the street to make a...

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