Writing lyrics

[Garrick]

Originally Posted by Tedwood

Tragedy, trauma, anguish, physical and mental suffering do it for me.

When that doesn't work I cause myself terrible mental and physical suffering, and as if by magic my genius returns

I'll get the hammer

[dea-man]

Blowtorch ready..........

[morgon]

If we ignite our farts with the blowtorch they wont smell as bad and songwriting should be easier.*





* Disclaimer: This practice is not a socially accepted norm in many countries, apparently

[dea-man]

Originally Posted by dea-man

Whoa! What a great idea!

We could really blow it out!! Uranus!

This says it all.

[morgon]

So all thats really needed for songwriting then is a hammer or blowtorch and perhaps a bucket of water to put out any unintended spot fires?

[dea-man]

Yes, that's the easy way.

[Tedwood]

Originally Posted by morgon

So all thats really needed for songwriting then is a hammer or blowtorch and perhaps a bucket of water to put out any unintended spot fires?

Correct, and you can join the ice bucket thing at the same time.

I recently shut my finger in a car door and wrote four songs in two hours.

[Tedwood]

I stubbed my toe the other day and only wrote one and a half verses, but by that time the pain was wearing off

[Tedwood]

We got on at different stations`
and we had different destinations
when you said come inside
how easily it slips from our control
this world is not all that it seems

It's over now
we said our last goodbyes
we said it all
can't tell any more lies

goodbye

and you gave me an education
my anger and my
world of dreams
and you put up with my frustration
you showed me just what loving means
and suddenly you slipped out of my hands
this world is ours
and now I understand

It's over now
we said our last goodbyes
we said it all
can't tell any more lies

goodbye

[Garrick]

Nice one Ted

[Garrick]

Originally Posted by morgon

So all thats really needed for songwriting then is a hammer or blowtorch and perhaps a bucket of water to put out any unintended spot fires?

Don't forget a towel to soak up the water or you'll be in the power of shit with the missus

[Tedwood]

Some girls
think it's funny
spend my time
waste my money
making love
in the morning
she's getting by on yesterday

and some girls
don't need schooling
that's the truth
I aint fooling
now she brought
a brand new rule in
she's getting by on yesterday
oh oh, oh yesterday

and you know
we got tomorrow
and there's so much left to say
and I don't wanna feel no sorrow
I'm hung up on yesterday
hung up on yesterday

Oh baby
I'm gonna make it to the top
I'm ready
and I'm never gonna stop
and instead
I'm gonna take a suveneir
cos I don't feel
I can make it here
I don't stop
I don't stop
doo dah
doo dah day

I don't stop
I don't stop
doo dah
doo dah day

and some girls
do a lot of planning
and some they take a little
understanding
but she brought some other man in
that's the guy from yesterday
oh oh, oh yesterday

and you know
we got tomorrow
and there's so much left to say
and I don't wanna feel no sorrow
I'm hung up on yesterday
hung up on yesterday

I don't stop
I don't stop
doo dah
doo dah day

I don't stop
I don't stop
doo dah
hung up on yesterday

[dea-man]

I was a musician
Until I lost my intuition

[dea-man]

I decided to eat an orange
It was just like being bornge

[morgon]

Genuine heartfelt lyrics always have power, some good examples right there ^^^^

[dea-man]

Bikerider, you are on a roll!

Good job. Well done.

[Fergler]

I really like that exercise. I must try that some day

[Jorgen]

Originally Posted by dea-man

I was a musician
Until I lost my intuition

Man, that sounds terrible. Hope you're rhyming something...

[Cosmic]

Originally Posted by Tedwood

I wrote a new song today. It's called: My Stupid Knee

Thats the kinda subject matter that I can get with.

Plenty of emotion to be wrought from a game knee

[dea-man]

Title Suggestion: My Two Penis'

[dea-man]

Working Song Title: Constipation.

I've been waiting a really long time for this one to come out, but it doesn't look like it will be released anytime soon.

Every time I push to get it done, I try to sweat it out, but it just leaves me hanging.

I feel exhausted.

[dea-man]

Completed Song: Crapped The Bed

This one happened so fast, it was over before I even knew what happened.

I made the slightest of effort, and then it all came tumbling out, all at once.

I am really gonna have to change some things.

It's definitely not my best work. I feel embarrassed about it.

In fact.......it stinks!

[dea-man]

Whew!

[dea-man]

Originally Posted by morgon

Whats it called if you 'master' those processes?

I don't know, but I am sure it will cause, some kind of "movement".

[RoboPlankton]

The Demo


Hi
What's your name?
Nice layout
Don't get too attached
I'm just the demo.

We could do that
If you had the full version
Cool it is, being
Lightly flighty
But I'm just the demo.

Licensed to thrill
Whatever.....I will
And clean up the mess
Like I never was here
I'm just the demo.

If you're lonely
We can groove all night
But take it easy
When I sneak away
I'm just the demo.

[Cosmic]

Originally Posted by RoboPlankton

The Demo


Hi
What's your name?
Nice layout
Don't get too attached
I'm just the demo.

We could do that
If you had the full version
Cool it is, being
Lightly flighty
But I'm just the demo.

Licensed to thrill
Whatever.....I will
And clean up the mess
Like I never was here
I'm just the demo.

If you're lonely
We can groove all night
But take it easy
When I sneak away
I'm just the demo.

Thats awesome

[Jorgen]

It's closing time forever in the Milky Way
The stars are humming silent in a stranger's play
Strings and moves may be the only thing we'll ever be
They catches you and me, in a spin, with everything.

I fear the old, I fear the new, You know that, too?
Something in my face will never change
I want my yellows with The Blues
I never asked for something grand
I have ignoring You in style
I never ask of You what's not for You to give.

It's closing time forever in the Milky Way
For real this time, a common thing for You
Who wrote the figures in the sand
Created this, all made by hand
We learned from You, we fell in love
We touch and we explode
How could we not? Darling, you're so hot...!

It's closing time forever - we'll meet outside
Funny, it just struck me there's no car
No spacecraft, no horses we could ride
Let's save our last breath for the Show
The sounds and lights was always us
And did we swing,
boy! We built this thing!

[dea-man]

Once I spun those tassles
I felt completely hassled

[msore]

If you get bored ... just write what you hear.

Here is - totally unconnected to anything else - a poem composed by my wife. She just sent it to me, and it is a poem made up from "found" quotes from a lecture on lean she recently had to attend. It is both hilarious and poetic.

The Lean Path to Exist Continuously
taken from a speech by Tom Hartman

How do we sustain our passion and energy?
We roll it down
It's a vision
We save more lives
We have the right people on the bus
Rotate it downward it gets progressively more tangible
Actions are required
It's not the antithesis of trust
The relentless pursuit of continuous motion
If we're not aligned very bad things happen
You have a teaching moment
More people adding more value more often
It doesn't matter how sophisticated you think the people are
The goal is to make a straight line
Are you the token bean counter?
Really bad things can happen
One ‘aw rats’ equals ten good stuff
We are not the cub scouts
There'll be no going back
We must burn the ships
What you need to do is arm in arm go out there
He gave me that gringo loco look, I said,
Umberto chill out! the bullet that gets you has to go through me
If people remain two dimensional, management has failed!
Like my dyslexic daughter said, We're connurted spurts
Tracy is a mute team leader
We never go backwards to where we started from
What did she say? I love my job? Impossible
Did they get results? Oh yeah.
In her eyes he saw the fire

[dea-man]

Originally Posted by msore

If you get bored ... just write what you hear.

Here is - totally unconnected to anything else - a poem composed by my wife. She just sent it to me, and it is a poem made up from "found" quotes from a lecture on lean she recently had to attend. It is both hilarious and poetic.

The Lean Path to Exist Continuously
taken from a speech by Tom Hartman

How do we sustain our passion and energy?
We roll it down
It's a vision
We save more lives
We have the right people on the bus
Rotate it downward it gets progressively more tangible
Actions are required
It's not the antithesis of trust
The relentless pursuit of continuous motion
If we're not aligned very bad things happen
You have a teaching moment
More people adding more value more often
It doesn't matter how sophisticated you think the people are
The goal is to make a straight line
Are you the token bean counter?
Really bad things can happen
One ‘aw rats’ equals ten good stuff
We are not the cub scouts
There'll be no going back
We must burn the ships
What you need to do is arm in arm go out there
He gave me that gringo loco look, I said,
Umberto chill out! the bullet that gets you has to go through me
If people remain two dimensional, management has failed!
Like my dyslexic daughter said, We're connurted spurts
Tracy is a mute team leader
We never go backwards to where we started from
What did she say? I love my job? Impossible
Did they get results? Oh yeah.
In her eyes he saw the fire

That was awesome!

Thank you.

[Jorgen]

Originally Posted by bikerider

Okay I answer your "Stupid Knee" song with this. Has a sort of angry screaming Heavy Metal feel to it.

2212. Body Don't Give up on me Now

v1.
Sorry friend I can't make it today
Seems my body doesn't want to work
I can't seem to make any plans these days
When my body decides it doesn't want to work

refrain:
I got no time for this
I got so many things I can't miss
Can't worry about knees and elbows
Can't worry about how the pain always grows
I can't worry about my neck and back
I can't be held back when my body attacks
I got to get so many things done
I've got so many things to do
Body don't give up on me now

v2.
Sorry friends I can't get out today
Seems my body has gotten sick again
I can't do any thing I want when I'm this way
It's hard when my body is screaming in pain

v3.
Sorry guy I can't fake any more
When my body reaches a point of no more
It gets exhausted to fast when it's out of stores
It's hard when my body is empty to its core

September 5, 2014

Biker, you're Hell On Wheels, you gotta have four bands, like... are you seeking collab on this one? No lyrics, just a melody... can I try an acoustic thing?

[Jorgen]

Originally Posted by msore

If you get bored ... just write what you hear.

Here is - totally unconnected to anything else - a poem composed by my wife. She just sent it to me, and it is a poem made up from "found" quotes from a lecture on lean she recently had to attend. It is both hilarious and poetic.

The Lean Path to Exist Continuously
taken from a speech by Tom Hartman

How do we sustain our passion and energy?
We roll it down
It's a vision
We save more lives
We have the right people on the bus
Rotate it downward it gets progressively more tangible
Actions are required
It's not the antithesis of trust
The relentless pursuit of continuous motion
If we're not aligned very bad things happen
You have a teaching moment
More people adding more value more often
It doesn't matter how sophisticated you think the people are
The goal is to make a straight line
Are you the token bean counter?
Really bad things can happen
One ‘aw rats’ equals ten good stuff
We are not the cub scouts
There'll be no going back
We must burn the ships
What you need to do is arm in arm go out there
He gave me that gringo loco look, I said,
Umberto chill out! the bullet that gets you has to go through me
If people remain two dimensional, management has failed!
Like my dyslexic daughter said, We're connurted spurts
Tracy is a mute team leader
We never go backwards to where we started from
What did she say? I love my job? Impossible
Did they get results? Oh yeah.
In her eyes he saw the fire

I started reading from the bottom, bad habit, but it made artistic sense.

[dea-man]

Originally Posted by Jorgen

I started reading from the bottom, bad habit, but it made artistic sense.

I tried this, and it was kinda cool.

[dea-man]

I was thinking a new coat of paint, maybe some throw pillows.

I don't know, could be marvey!

[msore]

Originally Posted by Jorgen

I started reading from the bottom, bad habit, but it made artistic sense.

In EITHER direction, it makes better artistic sense than it does business sense!

Here is another thought, for the mill, if your mill is grinding...

First drafts are first drafts. Songs sometimes come out that way, but more often you should take the first draft and edit the shit out of it. Editing is way underrated for songwriters.

[Garrick]

Originally Posted by msore

First drafts are first drafts. Songs sometimes come out that way, but more often you should take the first draft and edit the shit out of it. Editing is way underrated for songwriters.

I totally get this. I only realising now that it has to be done quickly. when the muse visits get it all down as fast as possible before she calls a cab and fucks off forever.

[dea-man]

Originally Posted by Garrick

I totally get this. I only realising now that it has to be done quickly. when the muse visits get it all down as fast as possible before she calls a cab and fucks off forever.

That might be a song, right there.

[Garrick]

Originally Posted by dea-man

That might be a song, right there.

True that deaman, kinda fits the bill

[msore]

A writer gradually learns how to keep gettin her back, right?

[msore]

Originally Posted by bikerider

You guys can have some of the many thousands of Muses that hang around me all day. I'm sure they'll whisper in your ears... Or scream ALL AT ONCE !!!!

Maybe they are not muses, but some kind of vicious feedback, or pop propaganda, or even ads. The voices of your parents, of your childhood, or of the electrical system in your house. Anyhow you got something (raw) and did something cool (effectively structured) with it. You must have some kind of muse helping you cut through stuff and focus. Trust her.