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...
I wrote this on my vacation. While editing it right now I smoothened the meter a bit (see my notes in square brackets): a blind man describing colors to the deaf the moron talks about philosophy the living full of envy for the dead the fish are roosting...
Post lesenSome verses without rhyme, there are enough rhymes in the chorus ;-) Well, actually there is one rhyme over every two verses or parts: X X X A X X X A an ordinary day an ordinary man an ordinary life working hard to make a living an ordinary car the daily...
Post lesenso it doesn't sound like "where the angels go to pee" ;-) I also made the kid a boy: the rush hour's craze takes its toll a victims spouse to console her kid, too young to understand, reaches for his mother's hand and says "I cannot sleep where the angels...
Post lesenNow, that Fredy has published his version of "Angel", which makes it the third tune for the same lyrics*, I somehow got inspired to write something else about angels. The line "where angels go to weep" sprang to my mind (and yes, it's a very very sad...
Post lesenNothing much to report, actually. Over the last couple of weeks - including a two weeks vacation on my part - Craig and I corresponded about an older text that I'd originally written for Markus. This is its current state: VERSE it's not too late a wrong...
Post lesenI mean: can you write LYRICS if you can't hear them sung? I'm not quite sure! What I'm sure of is that I keep hearing songs when I write lyrics, tunes that only exist in my mind. Some may even come to life eventually, i.e. I actually record the songs,...
Post lesenThree verses, one is repeated that makes it four and should suffice for a song. There's not a full-blown chorus this time but just three repeated lines, a refrain: I'll do all things one must not do so one day I'll get through to you I will go nuts, I'll...
Post lesenin our midst: guided by delusion they trample down the land to our life in profusion they will put an end they're following a leader with a crippled mind they silence any pleader leaving ruin behind the monsters that we've nourished in our midst have...
Post lesen... will be the title for the lyrics I called "repulsion" lacking a proper title. Duane, a fellow songwriter, suggested it.
Post lesenI still don't have a title, hence I keep on using "repulsion" as a fill-in. I would like to draw your attention to the meter of the verses: she crawls through a humid dungeon that no one but her can see in a dark alcove someone is hiding she notes that...
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