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...
Meetings can be boring at times. I put down a few lines during such phase:
the bread was stale, the butter smelly, my stomach would revolt
I was worried that yet again my car could strike or bolt
the phone was ringing, the coffee cold, time was running low
I grabbed my coat, I slammed the door, still I would be too slow
my office lay in ruins just as I'd left it yesterday
the boss wanted to see me - I was right on my way
knowing I had failed again I expected nothing good
he was at a loss of words - I said I understood
These could make the first two verses of some kind of 'everyday disaster ' song.
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