i am sorry for posting this so late. i had it ready mostly in week 40 but for some reason didn't think it was good enough to be posted. not sure. but i reread it in my notebook and thougtht "wow this is pretty good, why was it never posted." so here it is. i know it is terribly late and i should probably should have posted it in the GN songwritting club section, but i would feel bad for taking my song out of the family here. :lol:
since this song is so late, if you don't feel like commenting don't feel like you have to if it was posting when it should have been a long time ago. for those that have forgotten week 40's topic it was write about a performance or song.
“He Sings to the Crowdâ€
I arrived a little late
oh good they haven't started yet
I couldn't bear to miss a word
not one solitary note .
As I watched them set up
my eyes focused on the front man
he called all the shots
I took a seat and thought to myself…
chorus:
Why am I here,
what is this force compelling me,
and why do I still care so strongly?
The band started to play
transfixed on him
as every not rolled off his tongue
intermixing with the smoke in the air.
The music a bit harsh
but the lyrics tell of love and relationships past
with each passing song
these thoughts run through my head.
chorus:
Why am I here,
what is this force compelling me,
and why do I still care so strongly?
A few months ago
these songs to me would be sung
but not tonight
tonight they are just sung to the crowd.
He doesn't sing to me
he sings to the crowd
he doesn't sing about me
he sings about past love.
chorus:
Why am I here,
what is this force compelling me,
and why do I still care so strongly?
He doesn't sing to me
he sings to the crowd
he doesn't sing about me
he sings about past love.
He doesn't sing about me
he sings about past love.
i think this song maybe too long. but it is a story so i might not have much musical interlude between verses and what not. not sure on the title either. i think i tend to write songs too much like poetry in the fact that you can just keep going on and on and on and it is ok. give me your worst.
thanks.
-CheapThrill
