Don't know where I'm going but I know where I've been / There's nothing between us, our love has worn thin
Years have gone by but the wound is still open / I've tried to move on but at best I'm just copin'
I was broken in the corner and you turned your back on me.
I heard that song again today, the one that reminds me of you.
Can't breathe, can't leave, can't cry
Too many shapes to me / I'm like a compound eye
Time to kick this joint and transmogrify
Never seem to connect but I still can't cry
I want to grab the spotlight, want to be on fleek / She scoffs and it hits me - I'm still a geek.
First-person shooter, fake bullets are flying / Hours have passed? That clock is lying!
Put down the coffee, picked it back up / Thought it was full. It's an empty cup.
Congratulations, Hamish and Walker!
He thought he was crazy, imagining things / He blinked his eyes clear and the box sprouted wings!
"It's here!" Santa cried, "My new antipsychotic!" / Even he knew his moods were a little quixotic
"That's it!" Santa cried, "My new antidepressant!" / Or maybe it's something that's even more pleasant
Alt. version: He sees silly faces in bright northern lights / While overripe sugarplums dance through the night
He sees silly faces in bright northern lights / And smooth-talking sugarplums dancing at night
New version edited for consistency: His smile is kind, his coat quite reddish / This old man has a peculiar fetish
New version edited for consistency with Jerry's line: Oven-warm cookies, milk in a glass / Once-nightly visits to his secret stash
He likes oven-warm cookies, cold milk in a glass / And once-nightly visits to his secret stash
His smile is kind, he coat is quite reddish / But this old man has a peculiar fetish
Alt. version: The lights of Christmas morning, merry folk across the land. St. Nick sat at the bar, a double bourbon in his hand.
The morning after Christmas, merry folk across the land. St. Nick sat at the bar, a double bourbon in his hand.
You see the red suit and the elves having fun, but appearances lie, I'm just a beach bum.
I was born in an old shack on Faraway Beach//White sand stretched for miles kissed by water so clear//Warm sun, waves and surfboards, paradise in my reach//Fresh fish on the grill, friends, a lime in my beer
Alternate version: When I was in darkness your hand came down and lifted me to higher ground. You led me away from cold dark night and now I live to share the light.
When I was in darkness your hand came down. You pulled me up to higher ground. We walked away from cold dark night and now I live to spread the light.
The darkness, it pulls me, and promises bliss. I know it’s a lie but I flirt with death’s kiss. I’m desperate to stay here but darkness is stronger. It’s pulling me under. I won’t last much longer.
We made love in a hammock, we traveled through space. Now you're missing in action just like Jerry Brace. :-) Anyone know where he is?
Your beauty, it tempts me. But your words are all lies.
You made me feel like a bright star but all you wanted was my car.
You made me think we were a team. But all it was was a smokescreen.
Okay, not entirely serious: If I had stayed with you for life I would have stabbed you with a knife.
I should have known that you were lyin' when your golden hair was flyin'.
I thought your weirdness made you cool. Thought you were breaking all the rules.
I should have chosen him, now I'm all alone again.
You had me fooled but now I'm coming after you.
You're cute but I will still give you the boot. :-)
Here's a whole chorus (goes with a line I posted earlier): I’m a privilege, not a plaything so you better show respect//I am touchy when I’m angry so you’ve got to come correct//I am loving I’m intense and I am loyal to the bone//You’re a player and a scoundrel. Time’s up, baby, go on home.
Don't think I'm coming back, babe. I'm already over you.
Can't trick me with your charms now cuz I know the man you are.
I'm not coming back, babe. I'm already over you.
I’m a privilege, not a plaything so you better show respect
QUESTION - Are we writing verse 2 next, or the chorus?
You think you did me wrong but I was using you all along.
But before I strike out on my own there's something you should know.
Hi all! I've never heard of a prechorus before. (I do words, not music.) I've done some reading, but I need some more information. If someone out there has a few minutes, could you give me an example of a song with a prechorus? I need a better idea of what we're going for before I come up with ideas. I'd really appreciate it! Have a great weekend, everyone!
I've got no love for a man who can't commit.
My words are like weapons - they will hit.
My words are like weapons and they're going to hit.
I've got no time for a man who can't commit.
You're a no woman man, you're only true to you.
You thought you'd be cruel to me, but you just set me free.
I thought that you were the one but you just wanted some fun.
I thought about a future with you, now I'm glad that we're through.
Echoing rsmithline's Taylor Swift line but not at all serious: you know that you did me wrong so I'll tell you off in my song ;-)
Even though you walked away, you can bet I'll still have my say.
Oh yes I'll fight for this love, even though you took off the gloves.
I was not expecting attack, now I have your knife in my back.
I wanted you for my own, but you cut me down to the bone.
To make you my man I traveled so far. I wanted a future. You wanted my car.
A long time ago I was lonely and damaged. I fell hard for you but you took advantage.
Your hair shone like diamonds. Your aura was smug. Your words were like music. You lied like a rug.
I should have known when you rambled in class. Thank God it's over. Kiss my fat white ass.
Your mother's a head case, your father's a crook. I fell for you line sinker and hook.
Like a lonely howl in the distance my heart cries out its sorrow / Our love, once pure, now riven. Without you is my tomorrow
Our love, once lush, now whithered - dead grass on droughted plain / Our house now stands deserted, but it wasn't built in vain
Like a lonely howl in the distance my heart cries out its sorrow / Our love, once pure, now riven. Without you is my tomorrow
CONGRATULATIONS JERRY AND RAY! You both wrote beautiful lyrics and deserve the win!
A mystery you must remain because I can't relive the pain.
Thanks for the win, Brad! Congratulations go out to you as well - you're one of very few people who can correctly pronounce my name!
Will you reveal yourself to me or remain a dark uncertainty?
I'm lost, adrift, a ship alone at sea//My search is for myself. Who could I be?
What will its words, once clear, reveal to me?//Forgotten love? Deep pain? I cannot see.
COMEDIC BREAK . . . Hi all! I wrote this earlier today - before I got such a wonderful shout out - about some of the difficulties I've had working on the songs. Enjoy! And, hopefully, laugh a little. // Iambic Rantameter - A Sonnet of Frustration //Oh Brad the Bard, you fill me with despair // For you words seem to come out of thin air // Fine meter and an esoteric wit // With subtlety and humor they all hit // My mongrel words - they never seem to please // Just one more thing I cannot do with ease // But persevere I will until it's done // And it's announced that someone else has won // For writing is what I desire to do // But songs? HELL NO! A crime novel or two // My hope to meet the Bard will not come true // My Crash Test Dummies discs will have to do // Well, Brad, I'll only know you from afar // But I'll listen to you when I'm in my car
Brad, thanks for the shout out! I'm starting to think I might actually have a career in writing.
Pale knives of moonlight descend from the sky//Breathing intensely, a wordless goodbye
Trees in the distance, I see someone there//A lone faceless voice calls "Where are you? Where?"
QUESTION for everyone - What, to you, is a very well-written song? I'm curious about what others admire. The first song that comes to my mind is "Out of the Blue (Into the Fire)" by The The.
Fear my companion, I venture inside//Looking for pain that my past had to hide
Topic: The Marianas Trench and what might live there
Topic: Hipsters and how cliche they are
Topic: a humorous look at suicidal depression
So that is our story. What do you think? Should we try to save ourselves or just have a drink?
Striving toward the future, we wonder if we'll last.//Do we have a future, or have we begun our past?
Striving toward the future, we wonder if we'll last.//Do we have a future, or does this begin our past?
Despite all the proof some still must deny//Their heads in the sand as flames cross the sky
Still our toil continues, greedily we strive//"We'll triumph" we keep saying - if we stay alive
We forge the event horizon like ants without a soul//Who will we drag down with us into our deep black hole?
But still we keep on going, greedily we strive//"We'll get there" we keep saying - if we stay alive.
For technological advances we desperately must strive//"We'll get there" we keep saying - if we stay alive
Like lemmings we'll dive into the abyss//Hoping to feel interstellar bliss
Like lemmings we'll dive into the abyss//Hoping to feel Elysian bliss
Among satellites and falling stars//I'll watch the destruction from afar
I'll rise up into outer space//Escape the destruction of the human race
We dream of life in space//But we're rooted to the ground//We want to know what's out there//We're glad you came 'round
Racing 'round the curve of Mars//With satellites and falling stars//From all I know I have to flee//Escape from you, escape from me.
Racing 'round the curve of Mars
Chris Barron commented on cardigan's lyric:
"i had to look that up as well.."
(more)"I want to grab the spotlight, want to be on fleek / She scoffs and it hits me - I'm still a geek."