Well, the best laid plans... I tried to keep it simple and with a clear, consequent rhythm but this bit here just refused my intentions :wink: And the nonsense syllables are also not in the manner I planned to do them when I read the assignment (which I, btw, really liked.. only turned out more difficult than I thought.. little frustrating even :lol: ). It is singable, though! (at least with my awkward melody...)
from the sidelines
he da-da-da-died in a pop song
and you'd
la-la-la-lie if i'd ask ‘bout your eyes
if i'd ask if you'd cried
scarred scarlet eyes
lids just a little too low
breathing a little too slow
and your daytime profession
as a windowsill thief
cleared a whole street of people they
just disappeared
now you're objectified
by a hand in a wound
that night, morning, noon
creeps back, feels the pulse
no, not to
feel a-la-la-la-life for a while
but to
measure the da-di-dum-time
and the horror of it .. defies description,
no day care nurse .. told you, I know,
about compromises and grey suits
pushing through the subway, but soon,
you will fall backwards into
the salmon stream again, dear
and i'll watch from the sidelines
or else
pick up the la-la-ah-leaves
as they're crushed by your feet
i'll na-na-na-name them as we move along;
you'll be
too busy breathing to consider that
he da-da-da-died in a pop song
and you'd
la-la-la-lie when i asked ‘bout your eyes
when i asked if you'd cried
[he da-da-da-died in a pop song
and i'd
la-la-la-lie if i said it was all wrong
to pour scarlet rain upon the tree tops
now, if you had a minute
i would say look, the leaves, they have veins, too
and i think you'd approve. ]
Hope it didn't feel too random :roll:
Cheers,
straycat.
"oh, eventually it will break your heart" - anders wendin
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(somehow my post got triplicated)
It's the rock that gives the stream its music . . . and the stream that gives the rock its roll.
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It's the rock that gives the stream its music . . . and the stream that gives the rock its roll.
Wow.
I think you topped American Pie on that one.
Nonsense syllables the assignment . . .
and you did that with ease
and then you proceeded into the next dimension of lyric writing . . .
But I can't follow that because I'd have to fold our 4th dimension (space/time/literature continuum) with the infinite probability dimension and right now it's time for my nap.
Random?
I thought it was straight to the point . . . in that dimension . . .
and I'll try to get there . . . after my nap.
My goodness, it's been a long day already,
KR2
It's the rock that gives the stream its music . . . and the stream that gives the rock its roll.
Hope it didn't feel too random
Well of course it does - but that's part of the charm! We never know what you're going to come up with next....
What you've got here seems to be, at first sight, a charming pop song - then off you go with the befuddling imagery! So it's half 60's pop pastiche, half Straycat - I like the Straycat half better. Heck, I know where I am by now with the Straycat style! well rather I should know by now.... but hey, even if I don't understand it 100%, I usually like it.
I'll have to have another look in the AM - too much beer to even start to understand deep philosophical meanings at this time of night.
:D :D :D
Vic
"Sometimes the beauty of music can help us all find strength to deal with all the curves life can throw us." (D. Hodge.)
