19. April 2014
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18:10
... or writing, come to think of it? Do you have to serve the meaning of your lyrics on a plate? Don't think so. Most certainly not, if you're not even sure yourself ;-)
I wrote two verses and a bridge around an entry in my scrap book today. It's not a nice text, mind you:
you tried to talk
you tried to explain
but all your efforts
were always in vain
when you looked in their eyes
when you tried to draw near
what you kept spotting
was this sparkle of fear
if no-one understands
if all reason makes no sense
this could only mean for you
it's better if your future ends
you tried to lie low
even hiding away
so you'd not have to
hear what they would say - 'cause
when you looked in their eyes
when you tried to draw near
what you kept spotting
was this sparkle of fear
if no-one understands
if all reason makes no sense
this could only mean for you
it's better if your future ends
but then, why should you pay
doing yourself away
why shouldn't you stay
change the script of the play
if no-one understands
if all reason makes no sense
this could also mean for them
it's better that their future ends
****
I've titled the lyrics "no reason" - but I might change that. I may also swap the two verses. But all in all I consider them done.
Happy Easter -
and watch out for weirdos!
Published by Texter Bernd
13. April 2014
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16:04
I completed a set of nonsense(?) rhymes today - after letting them rest for about three months. indulging in my rhyme addiction was what I posted at that time. After regrouping the distiches, including a few I had added a while ago and discarding others I wrote a chorus and a bridge today.
The text goes:
they shot a missile 'cross my day
I watched all my thoughts fade away
I'm hoisting up the flag of truce
though I was told it was no use
I asked for the president
because I found this had to end
CHORUS:
shit happens
the world goes under
just wait and watch it
burst asunder
maybe it
makes me look sleazy
that I try
to take things easy
I lost my job - they're cutting down
another cause to paint the town
I found a lover in my bag
I pulled her out to have a shag
some kill for bread, I kill for rhyme
it's just the way I spend my time
...
BRIDGE:
and when the day is over
when night time comes
I'll be none the wiser
but I'll have had my fun
...
Published by Texter Bernd
11. April 2014
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15:57
"Watch out" is the - maybe provisional - title that I have given my lyrics. I scrapped the "mad storm", replacing it with "watch out", an expression I could also use in other places where only two syllables were required. After Stasy in principal signalled consent with my concept I added another verse:
no excuse
nothings's left
once we've drained our cup
left alone
on our own
close to giving up
The chorus is varied towards the end, so I wrote another part, thereby 'rescuing' the 'flood' that I had scrapped before:
Oh
a flood will rise
and wash away our delusions, wipe out our mem'ries
That's it (I think). I will post the complete text on my home page.
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10. April 2014
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15:38
la la la
la la la
la la la la la
la la la
la la la
la la la la la
ohohohohohoho
la la
ohohohohohoho
Not much of a 'template', but it displays the numbers of syllables.
First I had:
broken hopes
shattered dreams
we feel frustrated
our land
our lives
are devastated
But when I listened to the music again I found that the stress in the third line lies on the last syllable. I didn't care much for "frustrated" anyway. Now I have:
broken hearts
shattered dreams
till we lose all hope
no-one cares
no-one there
to toss a rescue rope
There is neither a story nor much imagery - with the exception of the rope. But then, there are not too may words to squeeze a story in. But maybe an image. I've got to write another verse anyway, so maybe I'll make this one the second verse should I come up with a strong image. It's always good to 'draw people in' with the first verse.
Published by Texter Bernd
10. April 2014
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08:12
Two suggs - but I'm not quite happy yet:
LIFT:
strong winds start blowing from the sea [adds next to nothing]
black clouds are looming _ [a syllable is missing at the end; might work, though]
OR:
heavy waves that hit the shore [a syllable - upbeat - is missing at the beginning; should work, though]
black clouds above the sea
CHORUS:
a storm will rage
the oceans roar
...
"shore" would add another rhyme to "roar" and "pour". Might work nicely, after all. I'll check and double-check (that is: listen the music several times while envisioning my words sung to it).
Maybe I should make the first line of the lift "heavy waves WILL hit the shore" - that would make it a grammatically complete sentence and also be consistent with the use of the future tense in the chorus.
Stasy - my songwriting partner from Hot Mama - wrote that he would like to discuss the subject of the song. Normally, such announcements are bad news ;-)
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9. April 2014
3
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16:51
In the part that I called 'chorus' before there is a distinct increase of tension over the first two lines. That's why I consider this short part a 'lift' now. It brought up the image of a gathering storm so I came up with these lines for the chorus:
VERSE ...
LIFT ...
CHORUS:
a storm will rage
the oceans roar
until the past is washed away
a flood will rise
the rain will pour
to clean the times for a new day
Listening into the music again I found that there are only two notes/syllables in the first line of the second part, so maybe I'll make it:
a storm will rage
the oceans roar
until the past is washed away
mad storm
the rain will pour
to clean the times for a new day
Published by Texter Bernd
9. April 2014
3
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11:16
I received this musical - what shall we call it - draft... The sound is sooo ugly. Scratching Midi-noise with Sonja singing and squeaking "la la la - lalalala - la"... Although Hot Mama have an idea as to what the song might be about they didn't tell me. Now I'm waiting for some inspiration...
First step: identifying and marking the relevant parts. Basically, the song seems to be
verse - chorus - verse - chorus - [solo] - (extended) chorus
Maybe there is actually a lift before the chorus. I'll have to split it into sections anyway as it's 24 seconds long - the last chorus even lasts 34 seconds. I will look at the repeated lines seperately. They'll probably have to make the hook. Did I tell you that I normally begin with writing the chorus? Well, now you know ;-) There are exceptions, there always are, but not many.
Not much room for story-telling as there are only two verses lasting 16 seconds each...
Published by Texter Bernd
3. April 2014
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15:04
It maybe could do with a bridge. At the moment it's just verse - chorus - verse - chorus - verse - chorus. But content-wise it seems complete to me:
I escaped the biting flies
next desert sand burned in my eyes
saw some paintings in the cave
the rock I climbed looks like a wave
I like it vast
and fatalistic
like things past
or futuristic
things that last
I like it mystic
I feel like getting lost downunder
asked a black man for the way
so he could lead me astray
he confused me with his talk
said all I had to do was walk
I like it vast
and fatalistic
like things past
or futuristic
things that last
I like it mystic
I feel like getting lost downunder
entering a different space
I'm forgetting time and place
everything is now and here
while I slowly disappear
I like it vast
and fatalistic
like things past
or futuristic
things that last
I like it mystic
I feel like getting lost downunder
Published by Texter Bernd
3. April 2014
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14:49
Singers are weird people. When they don't like the lyrics you've written for them they simply cut off the communication. You never hear from them again. That happened with Rastin, Katharina, Ethan, Yasmin, and now Fabio - so it doesn't seem to be gender-specific. I've written for guitar players who also sing - no problem. Kai didn't like what I wrote, and he said - or rather wrote - so. That's fine. Holger, Craig, Martin, Marian, or Stanislav take their picks - that's even better. Yet the 'vocals-only singers' suddenly seem unable to correspond. Well, Flamur actually sung one song that has my lyrics, but after that he kind of vanished into thin air as well. Is it cowardice? I've got no idea.
Now that I'm no longer restricted by the tune I will rewrite the lyrics I wrote for Fabio so they look and flow better as 'lyrics-only'. And I will ask future partners if they play an instrument or produce songs themselves. If the answer is "no" to both questions I'll forget about writing for them.
Published by Texter Bernd
29. März 2014
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18:11
I replaced that line mentioning wood worms with
"deathwatch beetles keep on knocking".
What a wonderful, lyrical name, "deathwatch beetle". I discovered it in an online thesaurus. I had to use it, it fits the mood so well ;-)
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