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DeathoftheCool The Navesink Banks
Posts : 1953 Join date : 2010-07-26 Age : 30 Location : The Dreaded Barbary Coast
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sat Dec 07, 2013 4:33 am | |
| MagnificentDreamer that's a cool one, seems very existential like the national or something And jimmy that one's a little different for you, it's like something you'd find on tracks, the bruce comp. good shit. I'd like to hear from you guys regarding this one i wrote last spring
International Orange
When I was young I would tightrope walk on telephone wires. Piano keys amplified every step I took, Chimney smoke encircled the spokes of my bike, And I'd ride through the rows of painted houses Until the homes I knew were shrouded by the arms of the evening.
The place I lived as a child filled my head with magnetic pictures. I lined my arms with VCR tape, Fueled by instinct to wrap my mind in something warm. At night we'd cut a hole in the fence and sneak onto the eighteenth hole. Firecrackers would light my brothers' faces As we tossed ourselves into the course's sandy bunkers - Young bodies flying in an imaginary combat zone.
There are stories in my pocket that could make you shiver. Russian River. I crossed paths with a Labrador And followed her into the woods. In my travels I met toothless strangers and elderly specters. Rickety shacks and glowing lanterns lined my walk along the banks. I balanced my tiny sneakers on the unforgiving boulders When I slipped into the rushing river. I emerged into a clearing where a warm, familiar cabin stood - It was then I saw their wrinkled worried faces awaiting my return. That night, my mother dried my wet curls And I drifted into an effortless sleep before the sun could set. I remember it all
That night I dreamed about how we flew to New York with my grandparents. My sisters and I snuck out of our hotel after dark. Our pajamas were soaked by the melting midnight snow And we laughed and slid on the Central Park ice. The smooth frozen floor shook with the sound of twilight bells, And we made it back under the covers Before they could even notice we were gone. I remember it all
And now you know, dear, how your touch keeps me afloat, How our car doors can't separate what strings our teenage hearts together, How you awaken something ancient in me. And as I drive home across the bridge, I know I don't want to die tonight. But if I don't make it back, I would make sure the moon would light your way home. And my spirit would sit in my family's house Until my stories could fall into my unborn nephews' ears. Then I'd take one last look at my foggy home, Climb down the age-old iceplant cliffs, And slide into the sea once more. | |
| | | Blues With the Dogs Red In The Morning
Posts : 10 Join date : 2013-12-07
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sat Dec 07, 2013 8:04 pm | |
| Wrote this in the last five minutes to christen my membership of this forum (from a few metaphors that have been swilling around my head for ages).
The very first time I heard Gaslight sound I was making familiar rounds of a familiar town As an angry young punk with neon dreams, Always peddling some new scheme with a payload of pretty things And there were so many pretty things Always too many pretty things
Well one of them was from Johannesburg I swore I'd sweat blood and stone to see it work Now I felt cold as soon as those words cut out But what could I do I promised I wouldn't let her down So I sweat blood and stone And there was so much blood in that stone
Second time this one came to me As though she knew exactly where I'd be And had been waiting for her all my life With Camden boots and sugar skull tattoos I'm still waiting for her as I write Always wait for things to turn out right | |
| | | OldManShoes3 Red In The Morning
Posts : 67 Join date : 2012-06-19
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Tue Dec 17, 2013 10:37 pm | |
| Stay Hungry, Stay Free
I passed the last streetlight for the next 40 miles Going 35 in a 60, driving nowhere The sky opened up against the road’s persistent darkness And the clouds gave way to the approaching heavens
Surrounded in full by a perceived shade of light So perfectly tinted and strikingly bright As if words could be made by convincing the eyes To see past what is known and believe in the night
Cause the mind can’t be closed to what it doesn’t foresee A message from god could be faith in a dream Fates still unseen, forced in between The choices in life that make you feel free
And the story goes on As long as you stay free
I had pulled over earlier to the side of the road I didn’t know why, but why couldn’t be known It was fate to stand by, and let nature talk When no words were heard, I went for a walk
Footprint-less footsteps can take control and they seem To lead way to the trenches dug up by the screams Buried deep in dense forests, a catalyzed state A realized reaction to an incomplete escape
Only 100 steps taken and I collapsed to the ground Like a lifetime of distance separated me from the world I yelled to the heavens to send me a sign Then I ran back to the road and drove into the night
And the story goes on As long as you stay free
I sped destined and awakened into fate’s fragile hands Like thoughts can consume you in a self-induced trance And with nothing but darkness in the lower half of my eye My focus never wavered from the immeasurable sky
80 miles an hour of wasted wind through my hair A state of trust with the world’s everlasting blue air Which struck me abruptly in the form of a tear The road to heaven’s littered with locusts and hail
Just stay free…stay free
I shielded my face but it wasn’t resistant You can’t swerve through lines of lanes non-existent You can’t breathe in fumes from the empty road’s engine It curves through the darkness with bends inconsistent
So I turned off my lights and closed my dead eyes Let go of myself, with fate I collide But before the next turn had the chance to impair I found my life stranded in a sea of black air
I intoxicate myself within this abyss that has broken Into pieces incarnated by what remains in the moment Relentless but sidelined, two faced and blind eyed I reached for the cyanide but woke up in a dream
Stay hungry, brother Stay free
With a history of misery we’re made to presume The path that we follow will prosper and bloom Then decay and disappear with no solution or blame Products of nature, captives to a game
When thoughts cannot be expressed with inflection or tone Let’s breathe a fueling fire until the real truth is shown And while we’re burning at night we’ll look deep inside This fading feeling of freedom we’ve been dying to find | |
| | | JimmyB The Navesink Banks
Posts : 5619 Join date : 2010-10-27 Age : 32 Location : Pennsylvania-The land of the Three Rivers.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Tue Dec 17, 2013 11:12 pm | |
| Back To Where We Were
Life is like a freight train in oh so many ways Once your on the railway, in one place you're never gonna stay But just once tonight can we turn back the clock And just go back to where we were
Baby there's a voice inside my head That makes me want to go insane Without you in my life So can we go
Can we go, back to the start Back to the fire, to an open heart Can we hold on to this moment back to where we were back to where we were
I've got these 4 chords and an broken faith I've been working for pennys a day So keep the lock upon your door Cause the key I have doesn't work any more
So keep on singing, Keep on singing the blues.
Can we go, back to the start Back to the fire, to an open heart Can we hold on to this moment back to where we were back to where we were | |
| | | Guest Guest
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sun Jan 05, 2014 7:48 am | |
| It's 5:30 so I picked up my guitar and pen and started this after being inspired by Brian's new Molly & The Zombies stuff!
Give me a thousand years, my dear And I still could not explain The things you make me feel, doll In all those tangled ways But our time together's short So I'll try my best today
I'll probably use some old cliche, Cause Romeo's back in town I'd put it all in a song for you, But I never found that sound That compares to passing street cars / As the bar scene's slowing down
Jenni stick around Jenni stick around
I got more coming but...eh |
| | | JimmyB The Navesink Banks
Posts : 5619 Join date : 2010-10-27 Age : 32 Location : Pennsylvania-The land of the Three Rivers.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sun Jan 12, 2014 11:18 pm | |
| I've Walked these streets up and down Ended up on the lonesome side of town Where the Neon ligts don't shine as bright
I've seen myself in the storeroom windows Seeing people walk the very streets I grew up on A lot wondering why, why they are just still here.
I hold a memory of what this was And dream of what it could be again But until our dreams stop being drowned It will be just a Burned up and used up town
People are like whiskey bottles Hit em hard enough and they will break Sometimes we gotta fall, to make ourselves great
Now don't fall to the darkness, keep your Fight up everyday No matter what they take away Now don't fall to the darkness, keep your Fight up everyday No matter what they take away
So hold on to the good times Let the bad things fall like rain Lost on your memories You Hit the gas, Don't never stop again
I hold a memory of what this was And dream of what it could be again But until our dreams stop being drowned It will be just a Burned up and used up town | |
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| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Thu Jan 16, 2014 6:51 am | |
| My first kiss, my first love Was an orphaned girl I often dream of She stole away in the dead of night, And I tried to chase her with all my might
But she got away, cut off all ties And it's safe to say I'm out of her life But don't you know, I still see those blue eyes That gaze that cut my misery down to size And maybe I'm better without you And maybe you're better off, too
Just two souls entangled in the chains All mangled up, broken like a record tune
My first kiss, my first love Like a winged angel from the heavens above Ah, but who am I kidding, she's the devil herself A wicked evil lover from the bowels of Hell
What she's done to me, she won't ever know All I can say is that I'm glad to see her go But don't you know, I still see her face in the air The way the moonlight shined upon her pure white golden hair And maybe I'm better without you And maybe you're better off too,
Love-sickened lovers in the arms of others As we try to forget what we've lost And I'll try to forget what we lost And I'll try forget what I lost I won't ever forget what I lost
New song. Based on current events in life. |
| | | Commander Vimes Red In The Morning
Posts : 44 Join date : 2013-07-29 Age : 29 Location : The 'Shires Of England
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Thu Jan 16, 2014 9:48 am | |
| I had to write a description for a boy I'm tutoring in English to analyse. I happened to be listening to The Horrible Crowes and whilst doing it:
Silhouettes walked the empty rooms, like echoes of the life that used to dance within the cold walls. Each floor board creaked with familiarity as I took the first few steps into the house I used to know so well. I headed immediately for one of the curtains and drawing it back, released an angry ray of light. The shadows stumbled back. Windows frames, jammed with rust, groaned as I forced them up allowing some fresh air to reach inside the lungs of the battered building.
Dust, arisen from its grave by the winter breeze, formed the shape of a man; a tall man pacing up and down by the fire place. He brushed himself off irritably and fell back in the armchair. My tongue seemed to swell in my mouth; I tried to speak but no sound would come. Language itself seemed so alien to me. The wind had a voice far more powerful than mine. A strong gust bellowed through the house, shattering the man and returning him to the past where he still lived.
I lifted off an old sheet which covered the desk. It concealed a collection of old letters that had the stamps pasted on them but never quite made it to the post box. A candle stood alone like a solitary monument to time that could never be recovered. I picked up a browning envelope and clutched it against my chest. The paper was like charcoal under my fingertips and the tighter I held it, the more it burnt.
Sunlight that lit up the room began to turn red and fade as I let my fingers glide along the shelves of leather bound books, overcome by mould and damp, which covered one wall. The smell of rotting paper drifted through the air and caught on the now freezing breeze; its pungency like that of a decaying corpse. The fading colours of the books, dye that clung to the skin like a panicked mountaineer, screamed at me to be rescued from this house that had become their tomb. I turned away.
Heading towards broken door with its forced lock, I took the liberty to glance up the stairs. There he stood, with his arrogance and ignorance, high up above me, a deity revealing itself to man.
I shook my head at the ghost and even with my throat as dry as sand dunes, managed to whisper, “I don’t recognise myself anymore.”
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| | | Jack The '59 Sound
Posts : 1218 Join date : 2009-12-12 Location : Jersey
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Tue Mar 25, 2014 12:10 pm | |
| The lyrics for the two songs I just posted in the "Your music!" thread:
Lyrics
Gently, Softly, Slowly
We shared a cigarette when you turned twenty-one You caught my eye But I’m surprised you gave me sun A little light to break the January gloom Red roses soon to bloom
I can’t catch these stars on my own I can’t light the fire in your soul
I don’t know the way into your heart Please show me I dream every night of your lips against mine Gently, softly, slowly
We drank honey whiskey While the saints all came undone We talked until the yellow moon was on the run I drove home as the sky burned embers in the night And brought the daylight
I can’t catch these stars on my own I can’t light the fire in your soul
I don’t know the way into your heart Please show me I dream every night of your lips against mine Gently, softly, slowly
Though soon I’m leaving town I’ll still be back around These hopeful eyes are all that I’ll bring This dreamer’s lost before I’ll still come back for more Dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat in the spring
I can’t catch these stars on my own I can’t light the fire in your soul I can’t catch these stars on my own I can’t light the fire in your soul
I don’t know the way into your heart Please show me I dream every night of your lips against mine Gently, softly, slowly
Lovelorn
She said, “It’s in the hopeless way that you get drunk Get your shit together, boy, or you’re out of luck” I haven’t slept and there’s ghosts on my mind My body’s breaking down, I’m losing time I gotta tell you that you’re in my bones I hear your breathing even when I’m alone I can’t take another glimmer of light It goes out right before we end the night
If I could be someone else I think I’d take it Run away and burn this lovelorn ground If you see me there, please don’t come to greet me I can’t bear it when you turn me down And fuck me around
I’m on the carousel of not-quite-right Freaks and jesters, velvet whores with knives For carving out your romance and youth Boy, you knew the storybook was ending soon Do you spend the days inside your head? Did you hear the things that Jesus said? Do you want to spin the Ferris wheel Out by the sea and see what we can steal?
If I could be someone else I think I’d take it Run away and burn this lovelorn ground If you see me there, please don’t come to greet me I can’t bear it when you turn me down And fuck me around
Every time you say my name I die a little more I’ll shut my mouth but I can’t keep a secret Yeah, I should know better I’ve been down this road before But I tell myself this time I really mean it This time I really mean it
If I could be someone else I think I’d take it Run away and burn this lovelorn ground If you see me there, please don’t come to greet me I can’t bear it when you turn me down And fuck me around | |
| | | StitchesOnTheRadio First Among Equals
Posts : 3009 Join date : 2012-04-13 Location : New Jersey
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Tue Mar 25, 2014 7:20 pm | |
| Jack, I really like those lyrics. Nice job dude! | |
| | | Jack The '59 Sound
Posts : 1218 Join date : 2009-12-12 Location : Jersey
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Tue Mar 25, 2014 10:45 pm | |
| Thanks! If you want you can check out the songs and hear them fully realized. But yeah, I'm proud of those. Some of those words especially took quite a long time to get right but I'm glad I took the time to do so. | |
| | | JimmyB The Navesink Banks
Posts : 5619 Join date : 2010-10-27 Age : 32 Location : Pennsylvania-The land of the Three Rivers.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:12 am | |
| "For the ride" On a summer night, About fourth of July You looked at me, with those tear coated eyes You said you had to go, back to where you been And took my heart,sent it for a spin
Take what you can, and hold on for the ride Across the road of life take what you can and Hold on for the ride,
Walked through my town, the last day of summer The local diner, was playing some Joe Strummer It reminded me of you, and what could have been Had you left my heart, In this worn out town.
Take what you can, and hold on for the ride Across the road of life take what you can and Hold on for the ride,
You still haunt all the empty storefronts where we took our vows of faith Still you ran away, and left me to my fate Don't say anything to me, it is just a lie I hope your beauty keeps you company, at least for a little while
So I am sitting here tonight, in a played out bar Watching the younger kids, dream of electric guitars and I put away every penny in an empty pretzel jar, counting every minute of my life Praying that rare quarter will go pretty far
Take what you can, and hold on for the ride Across the road of life take what you can and Hold on for the ride, Take what you can, and hold on for the ride Across the road of life take what you can and Hold on for the ride,
Take what you can, and hold on for the ride Across the road of life take what you can and Hold on for the ride, | |
| | | mwh A Contender
Posts : 116 Join date : 2014-05-12 Age : 37 Location : Perth, Western Australia
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Fri May 23, 2014 2:24 pm | |
| "The past's the past A fact's a fact Ain't nothing you can ever do to take it back A lie is a lie a heart's a heart When you build one you take the other apart
But I'd give everything to change your mind I'd give my life to turn round time Back to the place You were mine
The days are long The nights are worse Time pulls on slow like a hearse The levee fills and then it bursts Floods of memory tease me with their curse
Still I'd sell my soul to break that bind An' for all this searching I'm yet to find The sweet faraway place where you were mine"
So I've not written anything on my own for a while, this is the first thing that came out. I recently ran into an old girlfriend who I still kinda hold a candle for, and this kinda wrote itself when I got home. It's not perfect by any means, but I like some of it, I think... | |
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| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Fri May 23, 2014 5:20 pm | |
| Girlfriend broke up with me. Wrote this about half an hour ago. Unfinished. Will be soon.
"The rain poured down Over the seaside And the ghosts in the street Who haunted the midnight Kept me company As I called out for you Kept me company As I cried out for you
And all I can say In my love-lorn defense Is that everything I done I did it for you And all I can say When the worst's at its best Is that one day my darling You'll call me up an' say
"Oh baby, I missed you, I never did leave you I never stopped loving I always did care" and I'll wipe my nose And I'll clear my throat And reply so softly "Come on back home to me, dear"
The fog grew thick Over our home town And the alley cats and gamblers Who slept in the graveyard Kept you company As you built up your walls Kept you company As you waited for my call
And all I can say In my love-lorn defense Is that everything I done I did it for you And all I can say When the worst's at its best Is that one day my darling I'll call you up an' say:
"Oh bright eyes, I miss you, I always did need you You're my one and only You're my everything," And I'll wipe your tears away, You'll grab my hands And reply ever softly, "Baby, come on home to me"" |
| | | JimmyB The Navesink Banks
Posts : 5619 Join date : 2010-10-27 Age : 32 Location : Pennsylvania-The land of the Three Rivers.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Fri May 23, 2014 11:58 pm | |
| There's this friend I know Derams of a certain girl Calls her an angel in human clothes Gets nervous when she walks by He ends up tounge tied One day I know, he'll talk to that girl Till then he
Still believes in his dreams Still believe in his dream And everything it'll bring Still believes in his dream
There's this girl I know She ran to New York To live her dream Being up on the silver screen
One day it will come true, Until then let me say to you
I hope she
Still believes in her dream Still believes in her dreams Everything that it may bring Still believe in her dream
Everyone you know everwhere you go Has a dream they let pass on by At least for me, I will not let this dream die
I'm sitting here tonight, dreaming of a record deal Working against fate, hoping it would someday be real That day may never come, but I'll never be done
I will
Still believe in my dreams Still believe in my dreams Everything that it may bring I stillbelieve in my dreams | |
| | | TGAFAN25 The '59 Sound
Posts : 1124 Join date : 2009-05-28 Age : 35 Location : Washington, D.C.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sun May 25, 2014 4:56 pm | |
| That's great Jimmy, I really like this one | |
| | | zerb012345 Wooderson
Posts : 515 Join date : 2013-01-01 Age : 26 Location : New Hampshire
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sun May 25, 2014 9:42 pm | |
| First time I've posted in this thread. This song is called "Disbelief".
It’s the lies that I can’t stand While you sat and held my hand and you thought that’d I’d believe every word that you told me and I did When you said you sung the truth
I was told this day would come But the lies out powered the truth But my hope turned them down They should know me better But my hope turned them down, Tess they all should have known me better.
It’s the lies that I can’t stand But that means nothing to you neither do I, neither does whats true you’ll leave everything black and blue for the thrill Now you’re on to someone else
I was told this day would come But the lies out powered the truth But my hope turned them down They should know me better But my hope turned them down, Tess they all should have known me better.
I did nothing but say vrai now it’s lead to losing you was I supposed to join your game, and cause someone else this same pain? I’m not good enough for you I’m not good enough for you I’m not good enough for you
now I’m stuck in disbelief now I’m stuck in disbelief can we just die together? both hearts stop at the same time? not only one but two? so it won’t only be me missing you? | |
| | | JimmyB The Navesink Banks
Posts : 5619 Join date : 2010-10-27 Age : 32 Location : Pennsylvania-The land of the Three Rivers.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sun May 25, 2014 11:10 pm | |
| - rkirkpatrick25 wrote:
- That's great Jimmy, I really like this one
Yeah, it;s my first happy song. | |
| | | Boy From Little Eden Red In The Morning
Posts : 25 Join date : 2012-01-24
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Fri Jun 20, 2014 3:50 am | |
| Recorded this the other day with my band, A very simple gloomy melody... Regret despair and the afterlife
I know you're coming for me, Ive seen you round alot lately, I guess its time
Give me just one more day, I promise you thats all Ill need, Trust me, No more then that
---So Ill smoke my smokes, and drink my drinks Forget everything, Forget how to think Nobody to say goodbye---
I stood out in the pouring rain, Telling myself that Ive got to change, Its way too late, For something like that
Ive never been a religious man, But im praying to God that he has a plan for me, somehow ahhh
---So ill smoke my smokes and drink my drinks forget everything, forget how to think, nobodys going to cry for me
If I could go back and change my life, raise my kids and love my wife, this wouldnt be so hard
My days before and this uncertain pull, telling me that ive got to go, is there anything, worth remembering
---So ill smoke my smoke and drink my drinks, forget everything , forget how to think Nobodys going to miss me when im gone
Life isnt for the faint of heart, ill tell you this as I depart, and the end of your days, theres no going back
So ill put on my best suit and walk like a man, Close my eyes, reach out my hands, not knowing, where im going
End..
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| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sat Jun 21, 2014 12:43 am | |
| "Hey, it's me, and I just got out of work" "I know that it's late, and this is the first that you've heard from me in quite a little while" "But I just called to say that I'm sorry for the waiting game" "Your phone's probably dead, or maybe you're just asleep" "Well baby, I guess...if you want, you can always call me" "And if I don't pick up, well just leave a message at the beep" "And hopefully by Sunday I will have gotten back to you" "And don't feel discouraged if I don't find the time to" "I'm getting bad again, and I need to hear your voice, my friend" "And if I take a few more pills I could probably drown out the rattling noise" "And shit I guess this message is getting just a little bit too long to keep going on and on "So I'm just gonna leave it at this" "It's been about a month and I still feel just as dead inside" "So maybe call me up and we can fix this all and start again" "Well that's all for now"
"Hey, it's me again, and I just woke up" "And I'm sorta kinda glad I didn't rudely awaken you" "I think it might be three AM, I just can't read the clock" "I'm all blacked out and blurry and I was just in quite a shock" "Cause I thought I saw an angel comin' right through my windowpane" "And float just above my bed and lovingly call my name" "But to my surprise she was less than virtuous" "But that didn't stop me from falling for her charm" "And when I looked at my bed sheets I saw a ghastly sight" "Like 30 or 40 spiders crawling up my aching sides and onto my arms and up my neck and right into my mouth" "And I tried to scream but nothing came out" "And I saw you in the doorway and you looked so horrified" "To see this old hag sprawled across my chest with me paralyzed" "You weren't really sure if it was love or it was murder but you knew that it was time to go" "I think this voicemail's coming to a close" "It's definitely coming to a close" "Hey there, it's me again, I'm standing at the gallows tree" "You know that place we used to come and talk and kiss and we would stay up all night" "And cast our dreams into the sea that is the starlit shining sky" "And it's really sorta kinda funny in a really weird ironic way" "That this hallowed ground childhood is where I'll throw my life away" "I wonder what my friends and the papers and the priest will say" "About some tragic snuffed-out teenage life" "What the hell am I saying, I'm being over-dramatic I mean you always sorta said" "That I was the one for theatrics" "Forget all that I said, sober words are drunk thoughts and all and all and all and all and all and all" "I don't know if you'll call me back and I'd be honestly surprised if you did" "But if you don't, don't you worry, I'll get along just fine without you" "And since this is being recorded, I'll put it down for posterity's sake" "That I loved your friggen guts out you evil little garden snake" "And I don't have much to give you but a crumbled white parchment piece" "Upon which I scrawled out your name a thousand and one times you see" "And I think it's about time that I went back home and maybe went back to bed" "Although whenever it gets quiet your voice swims through my head" "Either way I think it's time I hung up the phone and maybe let it go" "Sorry about the messages, but I think it's time to let you go" "I love you baby, goodbye"
Sung and played exactly to "Let's Not Shit Ourselves" by Bright Eyes, because I'm shit at coming up with my own vocal melody/chord progression |
| | | JimmyB The Navesink Banks
Posts : 5619 Join date : 2010-10-27 Age : 32 Location : Pennsylvania-The land of the Three Rivers.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sat Jun 21, 2014 8:39 am | |
| ^That one raised goosebumps on my skin. Nice job
I call this one "Personal Hell"
Think what you want, I won't hold it against you Say what you can, I can't think it's true Write all your reasons,for someone who cares While I say Why don't you dare?
I'll take the high road against you tonight I'll keep my head up, while you try to fight Keep on speaking the lies you tell While You constantly live in your personal hell
I'll hold my head up, while you hang yours in shame I'll be smiling, while you play your games Could you ever get over yourself? While you keep your heart locked on a shelf
I'll take the high road against you tonight I'll keep my head up, while you try to fight Keep on speaking the lies you tell While You constantly live in your personal hell
You wear the lies you told, like skin on your bones It's killing you baby, and making you cold Let them go before you get old And no one wants you.
I'll take the high road against you tonight I'll keep my head up, while you try to fight Keep on speaking the lies you tell While You constantly live in your personal hell
I'll take the high road against you tonight I'll keep my head up, while you try to fight Keep on speaking the lies you tell While You constantly live in your personal hell | |
| | | sandyangryjohnnyormary? A Contender
Posts : 106 Join date : 2011-06-03
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Sun Jun 22, 2014 5:50 pm | |
| You've actually got some really good lyrics there Jimmy . The 'heart on the shelf' line's a little cliché, but this is lightyears ahead of most the things I've read by you. It's got that slightly detached and melancholic, but finally clear headed view of old relationships that Dylan was always so great at. Good work! | |
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| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:08 pm | |
| The rain poured down
Over the seaside heights
And the ghouls in the street
Who haunted the midnight
Buried me along with other old worn out bones
And forgotten letters and poetry tomes
And in the muddy waters I laid
In a ditch on the side of the road
And in my head, memories played
And dreams of reconciliation
And they all go just like this
And all start with you sayin':
"Oh baby, I missed you,
I never did leave you
I never stopped loving
I always did care"
and I wipe my nose
And I clear my throat
And reply so softly
"Come on back home to me, dear"
The fog grew thick
Over our home town
And the alley cats and gamblers
Sleeping in the graveyard
All rose to attention
Saluting to the stained white flag
That the angels bestowed on me
In my state of surrender
The army rose up twisting like vines on a tower's wall
And marched on without me
And I sat and thought about what I would say
If I ever saw you again someday
(Maybe something like)
"Oh bright eyes, I miss you,
I always did need you
You're my one and only
You're my everything,"
And I'll wipe your tears away,
You'll grab my hands
And reply ever softly,
"Baby, come on home to me"
But until then, I'll stay right here
Scrawling all my poetry dear
Crooning at the moonlight
And the soft, fond memories
And as I rot in solitude
I'll bleed a bit for me and you
And please do remember dear
I'll be forever and always here
And though the wounds may fade away
I'll love you until my dying day
Oh Molly, wherefore art you now
Can you still hear the sirens sound?
The rain poured down
Over the seaside heights
And the ghouls in the street
Who haunted the midnight
Buried me along with other old worn out bones
And forgotten letters and poetry tomes
And in the muddy waters I laid
In a ditch on the side of the road
And in my head, memories played
And dreams of reconciliation
And they all go just like this
And all start with you sayin':
"Oh baby, I missed you,
I never did leave you
I never stopped loving
I always did care"
and I wipe my nose
And I clear my throat
And reply so softly
"Come on back home to me, dear"
The fog grew thick
Over our home town
And the alley cats and gamblers
Sleeping in the graveyard
All rose to attention
Saluting to the stained white flag
That the angels bestowed on me
In my state of surrender
The army rose up twisting like vines on a tower's wall
And marched on without me
And I sat and thought about what I would say
If I ever saw you again someday
(Maybe something like)
"Oh bright eyes, I miss you,
I always did need you
You're my one and only
You're my everything,"
And I'll wipe your tears away,
You'll grab my hands
And reply ever softly,
"Baby, come on home to me"
But until then, I'll stay right here
Scrawling all my poetry dear
Crooning at the moonlight
And the soft, fond memories
And as I rot in solitude
I'll bleed a bit for me and you
And please do remember dear
I'll be forever and always here
And though the wounds may fade away
I'll love you until my dying day
Oh Molly, wherefore art you now
Can you still hear the sirens sound?I think I finally got something good here |
| | | Yozzy A Contender
Posts : 202 Join date : 2011-02-22 Location : Ontario, Canada
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Thu Aug 07, 2014 2:51 am | |
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| | | JimmyB The Navesink Banks
Posts : 5619 Join date : 2010-10-27 Age : 32 Location : Pennsylvania-The land of the Three Rivers.
| Subject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics] Thu Aug 07, 2014 7:42 am | |
| Burn away.
Sit me down at the river tonight by the pale moonlight Hold me close take my hand And let me just burn again
They say a fire is a good thing It ends one, but starts new life could it be what I need, Could it be what I need to get right
Have you looked in my heart, and seen the pain? Have you felt all my shame? Would you stitch it up the best you could, Or would you just let it burn away?"
We could throw away ourselves, and what we were what our folks wanted from you and me Make our lives what we want them to be Or who we need to be
Have you looked in my heart, and seen the pain? Have you felt all my shame? Would you stitch it up the best you could, Or would you just let it burn away?
But these all night drives have a cost These empty worlds drive me up a wall Settle down before to long before you're lost Settle down before you fall
Have you looked in my heart, and seen the pain? Have you felt all my shame? Would you stitch it up the best you could, Or would you just let it burn away?
Sometimes I just want to burn away | |
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