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Post by sascrotch on Dec 4, 2009 0:30:17 GMT -5
OK, so when I'm bored I take out my composition notebook and jot down ideas for lyrics. Don't know which ones I'll actually end up using one day, but here they are anyway. tell me what you think.
This first one has no name, kind of a country feel to it. sorry bout that.
The scarecrow smiles at me with his wicked grin. The crops don't grow here anymore, the rows are caving in. I exhausted my pesticides on the sides of the rest of my greens. This feels like make or break and nowhere in between.
Set my summer blades to work behind this harvester machine.
It feels less like sowing oats and more like letting go of dreams
Watching the weather letting in what my fences couldn't hold
And by the sun, what have I done, it can't be sold
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Post by sascrotch on Dec 4, 2009 0:36:12 GMT -5
Bet you can't guess who THIS is aimed at lol
Around and down:
Try taking a deep breath; breathe in, breathe out. Like a night of bed rest. And the canopy's hanging low, lower than your standards but higher than you go - when you go down
Stoplight starlight shines like the glass set in your band
You'll remember those eyes, you'll remember the kiss of those soft hands
If I was you, I'd see it through, but who am I to say what's true?
You'll miss your chances, like I missed my shot at you
You're making a conquest; time in, time out, no time to undress. This pageant hasn't sold, selling bodies to lovers before they have the gold - It comes around
It comes around and down, I left it lying on the ground. Look through the lies between your thighs it won't be found
When you go down
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Post by Viking Dong on Dec 4, 2009 9:42:07 GMT -5
Is the second aimed @ Ghandi?!?!?  J/k. Dude, on that first one, if you put that into more abstract terms that sounds like pretty much the feel I had for when recording Tired Soil, Barren Fields. |
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Post by sascrotch on Dec 5, 2009 19:59:06 GMT -5
cool, cool. I'll see if I can make it a little more vague
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Post by sascrotch on Dec 10, 2009 20:46:44 GMT -5
okay, a re-working of the first one:
Resting in a velvet sunrise, the moonlight fades to flames. And nothing stays the same. The front porch swing is empty, screaming from the rust set on its chains. A remnant of the willow left to drown among the rain.
(chorus) I sing along to the broken song of cicadas in the midnight air. I scream from gasping lungs, I cry for all I used to care. It's everything I have to stay afloat in this churning sea where the water turned to wine and replaced the blood in me
Harking to a violet summer, the sunlight steals my bones. The scarecrow stands alone. A whisper boils up inside, melting the will that was its restraint. It tears out the throat of a sinner who thought himself a saint.
(repeat chorus)
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Post by sascrotch on Dec 10, 2009 20:52:33 GMT -5
Another one filled with great lines (in my opinion)
I always wanted to be a Eunuch
(bridge) Don't worry your head, I won't let the moment pass. I'll get you to the top because nice guys 'finish' last.
Take a look in the shadows, they're falling Boom Boom, another notch in your heart announcing Doom Doom. You, you cannot hide it just let go and let it through you, through you.
(chorus) And do you still think that you're winning when it doesn't hold a match to these lyrics that I'm spinning. And do you think you're star is shining brighter? Write her off because the trophy's mine...did you think that I'd lose this time?
Let loose the smile that you've been hiding behind your new rouge. This innocence your denying really suits you. Who, who is that knocking on the door? Could it be my empty heart thump, thumping on the floor? No, No, it doesn't matter anymore.
(repeat chorus)
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Post by Viking Dong on Dec 10, 2009 22:09:37 GMT -5
okay, a re-working of the first one: Resting in a velvet sunrise, the moonlight fades to flames. And nothing stays the same. The front porch swing is empty, screaming from the rust set on its chains. A remnant of the willow left to drown among the rain. (chorus) I sing along to the broken song of cicadas in the midnight air. I scream from gasping lungs, I cry for all I used to care. It's everything I have to stay afloat in this churning sea where the water turned to wine and replaced the blood in me Harking to a violet summer, the sunlight steals my bones. The scarecrow stands alone. A whisper boils up inside, melting the will that was its restraint. It tears out the throat of a sinner who thought himself a saint. (repeat chorus) In red = dubious disturbance in the tone, to my eye at least. The abstraction is right on track, but those kinda throw it off a bit. |
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Post by sascrotch on Dec 10, 2009 22:12:52 GMT -5
alright, I'll work on it. and re-post...
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Post by sascrotch on Dec 13, 2009 0:10:01 GMT -5
okay, a re-working of the first one: Resting in a velvet sunrise, the moonlight fades to flames. And nothing stays the same. The husk of my heart is empty, screaming from the rust set on its chains. A remnant of the willow left to drown among the rain. (chorus) I sing along to the broken song that carries on the midnight air. I scream from gasping lungs, I cry for all I used to care. It's everything I have to stay afloat in this churning sea where the water turned to wine and replaced the blood in me Harking to a violet summer, the sunlight steals my bones. The past won't stand alone. A whisper shivers up inside, melting the will that was its restraint. It tears out the throat of a sinner who thought himself a saint. (repeat chorus) changes in red. y/n? |
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Post by Viking Dong on Dec 13, 2009 0:15:20 GMT -5
Sounds like radical titties to me, laddo.
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Post by sascrotch on Dec 13, 2009 0:19:51 GMT -5
sweet beats
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Post by sascrotch on Dec 13, 2009 1:54:07 GMT -5
Was it from the desert, was it from the sultan's throne?
Throw it in with her royal heiress ("air" ess)
But wait til their god hits home
Sell it with fire, your cheap suits and studio lights
Pass your vicious judgment on those who doubt your might
(Bridge) An overdose overrules an undertaking
Your politics are shades of red and blue
(chorus) Hide in front of the cameras, wave your purple propoganda
Screaming left wing, right wing
But you still can't fly
This is your world, your rules
God forbid they know the truth
Once a civic now a cynic with a world to justify...
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Post by egyptiandong on Feb 19, 2010 14:33:53 GMT -5
Another kool thread on this board. I hope to participate as soon as I get my idears orginized and seperated.
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Post by Conan Dong on Feb 20, 2010 23:40:35 GMT -5
Duders! I've been writing some songs with a buddy from college. When I go back tomorrow, I'll post the lyrics, as they're still in the dorm.
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 23, 2010 12:30:12 GMT -5
awesome! Man, I had some, but left em at home...next time perhaps!
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