Lyrics
This is a song I wrote about boozing and neglecting your mate. I don't write music, just lyrics.
This particular song is probably the favorite of all that I have written. My influences are John Prine,
Bob Dylan, Widespread Panic, and JJ Cale just to name a few. I have no idea how to compose music for something
like this, so if there are any composers out there feel free to give it a shot.
I submitted to the workshop, but it is taking a while to post up there, and I'm antsy since this is the first time anyone has read these lyrics. Dig in.
Searching for a Cure
V1
There’s some gum on my shoes
And some trash on the street
There’s a neon light on
At the place just down the street
V2,
It feels like night inside
Outside the sky is blue
And I’m not really sure
What is real or what is true
V3
I settle on my stool
The keep just nods at me
I knock back some whiskey
And my spirits are set free
Chorus 1
I wonder if she’s noticed
I wonder if she cares
My conscience lost it’s voice
Now my morals are running scared
I can’t be really certain
I can’t be really sure
My heart is deathly ill
And I’m out looking for the cure
V4
I stumble out the door
The midnight sky is clear
The ground won’t stop moving
And I reek of smoke and beer
V5
I need a good excuse
For staying out so late
Try not to slur my words
Try to keep the story straight
V6
The kitchen light is on
No one’s at the table…
The note that she left there
Said her heart isn’t able…
Chorus 2
To wonder if I notice
To wonder if I care
To worry every night
And pray for my soul to be sparred
It says she’s really certain
It said she’s really sure
Her love for me has died
And it’s too late to find a cure
There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.
Haruki Murakami
corny
Thank you....
The cornyness is somewhat intentional
That works with country songs don't you think?
There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.
Haruki Murakami
[SIZE=6]I CAN'T GET LAID IN THIS TOWN, WITHOUT THESE POINTY [I]FUCKING [/I]SHOES![/SIZE]
[SIZE=4]My feet are sooo black and blue, [I]and so are you[/I]...[/SIZE]
pointy shoes rock. big time.
as for the lyrics... meh. they're ok.
how do you know it's country if you didn't write any music to go with it?
Honestly, I think they're still a little vague. I think specific details can make or break any type of verse whether it's poetry or lyrics. And of course, there's only one "R" in the word "spared." "Sparred" has an entirely different meaning.
Get on over to my website, young'un! www.subvertfromwithinrecords.blogspot.com
I went through a phase of writing lyrics. They were all to the tune of already existing songs... but that's how it works, isn't it?
I think I still have one or two... I'll put 'em up if I can find 'em.
[QUOTE]as for the lyrics... meh. they're ok.
how do you know it's country if you didn't write any music to go with it?
09-07-2007 04:58 PM [/QUOTE]
I just think the lyrics fit that style, but who's to say? Plus I've never attempted to write music.
Thanks for the feedback everyone.
There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.
Haruki Murakami
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There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.
Haruki Murakami