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...
My creativity has recovered :-) I've completed one of my text fragments: Verse 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...
Post lesenSomehow I'm unconcentrated at the moment. Somehow I don't feel like working on the stuff I had intended working on. So, what I'm doing is collecting yet more scraps for my 'scrap book' that might make it into full-blown song lyrics somtime - or not. autumn...
Post lesenThis is a very old text of a love song I had written for my wife. Since the German band "Selfastrays" has set it to music (again) and will include it on their demo CD I think I may publish it here: when one night the skies cracked open and the clouds...
Post lesenDuring our vacation on Corsica we witnessed an accident. It happend right beside us. There was a bang and some crunching noise. When I turned my head I saw that the side of a passing car was heavily dented. The car slowly drove to the shoulder of the...
Post lesenMeetings 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...
Post lesenCraig of the Fabrockators has finished working on the music and recorded the song. To make the lyrics match he swapped parts and altered a few lines, so now there is yet another version. It's 'my' first country song, by the way - well, it's Craig's, obviously,...
Post lesenI don't remember if I had posted the lyrics to "Spartacus" here. I've just recorded the song again for my folk collection on YouTube. In the light of this its lyrics might be of interest: we broke through your lines and taught your legions fear when you...
Post lesenI wrote this during a lunch break. The lyrics were supposed to match Ralf's tune. When I was done I discovered that Ralf had altered his composition in the meantime so my lyrics would not fit at all. Normally, when someone asks me to write a matching...
Post lesenI had to delete three words to be able to sing it. This is its complete text (the recording is on SoundClick as usual): I need to spill blood rub your face in the mud won't give a shit 'bout your pleading dance with glee while your bleeding what do you...
Post lesenI'm not quite happy with the bass track, but whatever... I've completed the accompanying tracks so I can (try to) sing the song tomorrow. Maybe I'll go over the bass track later.
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