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PostSubject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics]   Mon Dec 02, 2013 1:24 pm

November '93


Two candles on a birthday cake in November of '93
There's a crowd that's gathered in this house and it looks like they're here for me
Flames are dancing like young lovers do I jump back as they meet my skin
In a darkened room it's hard to tell where a memory ends and a dream begins

History repeats

Two hearts end up wounded out on the street, the rain begins
I thought a man could not judge a man unless he was free from sin
As my fist punches through the glass my regret takes a hold of me
Another night ends in injury just like November in '93

History repeats
History repeats
You fall into the same old traps
No lessons learned no questions asked
History repeats

It always does for me

I've been begging for forgiveness since the day that I could talk
I've been running from something since the day I learned to walk

I've been begging for forgiveness since the day that I could talk
I've been running from something since the day I learned to walk
And I spent too long inside my head replaying nights I'll never have again
Trying to forgive myself for something that I know I must have said

History repeats
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PostSubject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics]   Fri Dec 06, 2013 8:09 pm

Matt L wrote:
I've been working on this the last 20 minutes. Right now it's set to Em-G-D-A.

The year's getting late and the nights are getting cold,
Molly's turnin' to me and says "I've been your biggest fan since we were six-years-old"
Dorothy takes her out by the abandoned railroad track
Follow the bending rails all the way back
To her home
In the city

He won't return her calls and he won't write her back
But she keeps on trying to contact our old friend Pat
But Pat's out across the country, haunting California
Dorothy and Molly both hope he'll be getting back to us someday
All the way
Back to dusty old NJ

(Chorus)
Molly had the sweetest eyes of any girl I've ever seen
She filled out her leather jacket and all the spaces in-between
And Dorothy's pretty too but oh she never had those eyes
That tore them hearts in two inside of all those other guys
I hope you're alright

I sent her a bunch of roses and she sent me a note back
Thanking me for the flowers but it was far too late for that
No matter how hard I tried, well Lord, she ain't coming back
She ain't coming back, she's never coming back

(Chorus)


That's all I got
I like it.
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PostSubject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics]   Fri Dec 06, 2013 9:32 pm

TheMagnificentDreamer wrote:
November '93


Two candles on a birthday cake in November of '93
There's a crowd that's gathered in this house and it looks like they're here for me
Flames are dancing like young lovers do I jump back as they meet my skin
In a darkened room it's hard to tell where a memory ends and a dream begins

History repeats

Two hearts end up wounded out on the street, the rain begins
I thought a man could not judge a man unless he was free from sin
As my fist punches through the glass my regret takes a hold of me
Another night ends in injury just like November in '93

History repeats
History repeats
You fall into the same old traps
No lessons learned no questions asked
History repeats

It always does for me

I've been begging for forgiveness since the day that I could talk
I've been running from something since the day I learned to walk

I've been begging for forgiveness since the day that I could talk
I've been running from something since the day I learned to walk
And I spent too long inside my head replaying nights I'll never have again
Trying to forgive myself for something that I know I must have said

History repeats
THIS, sir,
is pretty much amazing!
Is there some chords you sing this with or is it "just" a poem? i'm curious how this would turn out with molody etc bounce†haha
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PostSubject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics]   Fri Dec 06, 2013 9:39 pm

Guardian Angel. Still a WIP for chords

I got an angel guarding me
I got a demon wanting me
The Devil biting my feet
None of this seems real

A Disease that causes my pain
a Disease that comes and goes like the rain
Where is my Guardian angel,
Where is my Guardian Angel?

I spent most nights on my knees
Praying for a miracle to set me free
Who said this was a miracle,
that I can still barely breathe?

And a disease that causes my lungs to struggle
And a disease that causes my pain to be double
Where is my Guardian angel?
Where is my guardian Angel.

Now I saw her last night at the coffee shop
Cause my heart to momentary stop
Swear I died and went to Heaven
But I could not stay there anyway

Cause I still had more work left on this place
This Tie I wear is choking the life out of me
All the faces I see
Leave me feeling so alone.

A Disease that causes my pain
a Disease that comes like the rain
Where is my Guardian angel,
Where is my Guardian Angel?
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PostSubject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics]   Fri Dec 06, 2013 9:51 pm

Hanswurst wrote:
TheMagnificentDreamer wrote:
November '93


Two candles on a birthday cake in November of '93
There's a crowd that's gathered in this house and it looks like they're here for me
Flames are dancing like young lovers do I jump back as they meet my skin
In a darkened room it's hard to tell where a memory ends and a dream begins

History repeats

Two hearts end up wounded out on the street, the rain begins
I thought a man could not judge a man unless he was free from sin
As my fist punches through the glass my regret takes a hold of me
Another night ends in injury just like November in '93

History repeats
History repeats
You fall into the same old traps
No lessons learned no questions asked
History repeats

It always does for me

I've been begging for forgiveness since the day that I could talk
I've been running from something since the day I learned to walk

I've been begging for forgiveness since the day that I could talk
I've been running from something since the day I learned to walk
And I spent too long inside my head replaying nights I'll never have again
Trying to forgive myself for something that I know I must have said

History repeats
THIS, sir,
is pretty much amazing!
Is there some chords you sing this with or is it "just" a poem? i'm curious how this would turn out with molody etc bounce†haha
Thanks for the kind words man :)We're working on it in rehearsal right now, should have it finalized within the week. Really excited about it Very Happy
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PostSubject: 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.
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PostSubject: 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
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PostSubject: 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 roadís 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 canít be closed to what it doesnít 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 didnít know why, but why couldnít 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 fateís 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 worldís everlasting blue air
Which struck me abruptly in the form of a tear
The road to heavenís littered with locusts and hail

Just stay freeÖstay free

I shielded my face but it wasnít resistant
You canít swerve through lines of lanes non-existent
You canít breathe in fumes from the empty roadís 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 weíre 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
Letís breathe a fueling fire until the real truth is shown
And while weíre burning at night weíll look deep inside
This fading feeling of freedom weíve been dying to find
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PostSubject: 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
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PostSubject: 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
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PostSubject: 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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PostSubject: 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.
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PostSubject: 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, ďI donít recognise myself anymore.Ē
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PostSubject: 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 Iím surprised you gave me sun
A little light to break the January gloom
Red roses soon to bloom

I canít catch these stars on my own
I canít light the fire in your soul

I donít 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 canít catch these stars on my own
I canít light the fire in your soul

I donít know the way into your heart
Please show me
I dream every night of your lips against mine
Gently, softly, slowly

Though soon Iím leaving town
Iíll still be back around
These hopeful eyes are all that Iíll bring
This dreamerís lost before
Iíll still come back for more
Dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat in the spring

I canít catch these stars on my own
I canít light the fire in your soul
I canít catch these stars on my own
I canít light the fire in your soul

I donít know the way into your heart
Please show me
I dream every night of your lips against mine
Gently, softly, slowly

Lovelorn

She said,
ďItís in the hopeless way that you get drunk
Get your shit together, boy, or youíre out of luckĒ
I havenít slept and thereís ghosts on my mind
My bodyís breaking down, Iím losing time
I gotta tell you that youíre in my bones
I hear your breathing even when Iím alone
I canít take another glimmer of light
It goes out right before we end the night

If I could be someone else I think Iíd take it
Run away and burn this lovelorn ground
If you see me there, please donít come to greet me
I canít bear it when you turn me down
And fuck me around

Iím 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 Iíd take it
Run away and burn this lovelorn ground
If you see me there, please donít come to greet me
I canít bear it when you turn me down
And fuck me around

Every time you say my name I die a little more
Iíll shut my mouth but I canít keep a secret
Yeah, I should know better
Iíve 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 Iíd take it
Run away and burn this lovelorn ground
If you see me there, please donít come to greet me
I canít bear it when you turn me down
And fuck me around
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PostSubject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics]   Tue Mar 25, 2014 7:20 pm

Jack, I really like those lyrics. Nice job dude!

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PostSubject: 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.
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PostSubject: 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,
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PostSubject: 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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PostSubject: 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""
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PostSubject: 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
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PostSubject: Re: Creative Writing [was: Poetry & Lyrics]   Sun May 25, 2014 4:56 pm

That's great Jimmy, I really like this one
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PostSubject: 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".

Itís the lies that I canít stand
While you sat and held my hand
and you thought thatíd Iíd 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.

Itís the lies that I canít stand
But that means nothing to you
neither do I, neither does whats true
youíll leave everything black and blue
for the thrill
Now youíre 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 itís lead to losing you
was I supposed to join your game,
and cause someone else this same pain?
Iím not good enough for you
Iím not good enough for you
Iím not good enough for you

now Iím stuck in disbelief
now Iím stuck in disbelief
can we just die together?
both hearts stop at the same time?
not only one but two?
so it wonít only be me missing you?
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PostSubject: 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.
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PostSubject: 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

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PostSubject: 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
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