Song lyric thread - share 'em if you have 'em

[skyfire]

Got to looking over some assorted writings I've done and found a few songs I wrote.

I figured I'd start a thread to where people can share what they've written as well.

And no, I don't have any sheet music or anything. Sorry.

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(Let It All) Come Down
(style: epic power ballad)

Let it all
come down.

Let it all
come down.

Though the pain doesn’t show,
that life, I know.

Let it all
come down.

-

Life doesn’t need a reason
to stop you when you start.
And some times it’s open season
on your poor little heart.

So you choke back the tears
and try hard not to cry.
Don’t listen to your fears
if you ever want to fly.

Let it all
come down.
Let it all
come down.
Just have a good cry
then I’ll kiss you goodnight.
Let it all
come down.

There’s a new day awaiting.
Now the sun’s breaking through.
Let your soul be awaking
because there’s so much to do.

Just reach out your hand
and grab a life full of hope.
It’s time to make your stand.
Now here’s the straight dope:

Let it all
fly high.
Let it all
fly high.
Arise to your day.
And be on your way.
Let it all
fly high.

[solo

I’ll be waiting in the shadows
if you ever fall.
I’ll help you with your battles
if you would only just call.

Let it all
be love.
Let it all
be love.
Get back on your feet
and find your own beat.
Let it all
be love.

Though the pain doesn’t show,
that life, I know.
Let it all
come down.

Just have a good cry
then I’ll kiss you goodnight.
Let it all
come down.

Let it all
come down.

Let it all
come down.

[skyfire]

Today
(alt rock style)

You said that we’d always be together
You said that we’d always be friends
But the one thing we never talked about
Was what would happen if it all would end.

‘cause I found out today
We’re going our own ways
How about that fact?

Our plans have been betrayed
You’ve given them away
The whole world fades to black.

It’s Monday morning, lover.
Surprise! I’ve blown your cover!
You can’t justify what I see
So take a minute baby –
(and) Tell me: who is he?

Because today
We’re going our own ways
How about that fact?

Our plans were blown away
Completely thrown away
And they’re never coming back.

[solo]

You said that we’d always be together
You said “until the end of time.”
But “together” just turned into “never”
And your words all turned into lies

It’s like today
We’re going our own ways
Now how about that fact?

There’s nothing left to say
But you’re pleading anyway
I’m getting tired of your act.

Because today
We’re going our own ways
How about that fact?

Our plans have been betrayed
You’ve given them away
The whole world fades to black.

It’s like today

It’s like today

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Would you believe, folks, that I wrote the original version of this ten years ago?

I got to doing some stuff for my novella series and I got to thinking about this. I couldn't find the original lyrics (I found several others, tho) and so I had to go by memory; I did, however, end up changing a few things.

[Thejebusfire]

Those are cool.

I tried writing a song once, didn't work out.

[skyfire]

Aug 15, 2009 22:44:59 GMT -5 Thejebusfire said:

Those are cool.

Thanks.

For the second one, I even had an idea for a video.


The plot is that the singer heads on up to the roof of his apartment building with some binoculars, a camera, and a generic "bird-watcher's handbook."

While scouting around, he innocently sneezes, something that causes him to end up looking down instead of up. In the process, he accidentally sees into an apartment across the street... where his best girl is making it with some other guy.

Dude gets pissed, and spends the entire evening using his camera and binoculars to take photos as proof. In the morning - the start of the second stanza - he calls her on her cell phone and divulges to her that he knows; he even goes so far as to send her a few of the photos as proof. The chorus has her freaking out, getting dressed, and rushing over to try and talk him out of it.

Except, he's not listening.

[Armand Tanzarian]

This gives me an idea.

I can write decent indie music, but not lyrics. If you got some lyrics befitting the style I can put it to music.

[skyfire]

Aug 18, 2009 0:54:54 GMT -5 Armand Tanzarian said:

This gives me an idea.

I can write decent indie music, but not lyrics. If you got some lyrics befitting the style I can put it to music.

What's the style?

Any audio samples?

edit -

I've got a few half-finished songs lying about, and one or two more I did back in high school; all of them can easily be revisited.

[skyfire]

Living On Retro
[style: faux new wave]

Everything old is new again
Everything old is new again
Let's go back to where it will begin.

Nostalgia, nostalgia
Brings me back everything I wanna
Nostalgia, nostalgia

I'm living on retro
No, time won't pass me by
I'm living on retro
I'll be young until I die

Spending my time inside the past
Spending my time inside the past
Stay a while; let's make it last!

Nostalgia, nostalgia
Brings me back everything I wanna
Nostalgia, nostalgia

I'm living on retro
No, time won't pass me by
I'm living on retro
I'll be young until I die

[solo]

Eat, sleep; I don't care
This happiness keeps me living on air
Eat, sleep; I don't care

Nostalgia, nostalgia
Brings me back everything I wanna
Nostalgia, nostalgia

I'm living on retro
No, time won't pass me by
I'm living on retro
I'll be young until I die

Nostalgia, nostalgia
Brings me back everything I wanna
Nostalgia, nostalgia

I'm living on retro
No, time won't pass me by
I'm living on retro
I'll be young
until
I
die!

[Ranger Joe]

This is the song I wrote on my bands current album "Of Patriots and Tyrants". I wrote this during some of the deepest depths of my PTSD and it's named thusly so. I love the bassline on it, but hey, I'm the bassist. Words are all mine though.

(Operatic Metal Style, No Synths)

PTSD by Joe Cariola

What is it we have become
Babies raised living by the gun
Walking now with deadened eyes
Trained to kill and fueled by lies

Adrenaline surge, tighten my grip
I feel the scales start to tip
Mental wasteland, my thoughts burn free
Eyes wide open, nothing to see

White knuckle, black out
The world comes down
White knuckle, black out
No hope to be found
White knuckle, black out
Screaming without sound
White knuckle, black out
As I hit the ground

Thoughts that haunt like the past
Unconscious oblivion, solace at last
Forgotten souls, alone in the sand
Cursed is the brotherly band

White knuckle, black out
The world comes down
White knuckle, black out
No hope to be found
White knuckle, black out
Screaming without sound
White knuckle, black out
As I hit the ground

Eternal nightmare if you survived
No one said it's easier to be alive
Now I'm out, the real army of one
My war has ended, Hell has begun

[Septic Sceptic]

Necro'd from nine pages deep!

I've just started writing songs, mostly light hearted/comedy ones. Thing is, I'm not musical in the slightest, so all I can do is find somewhere to share just the lyrics. And whaddya know, I'm posting on such a thread right now!

This Can Only End Well- A love song for my favourite drink.
(upbeat, up-tempo, Flanders-and-Swann style)

I'll dine on wine just until I go blind,
and then I'll switch over to rum.
I'll cloak it in Coke and I'll drink 'til I choke,
and the left of my body goes numb.

Some undertakers make money from Jager,
I think it tastes simply divine.
And while everyone has their favourites I'll wager,
there's only one spirit lifts mine.

You've got to...

Open a bottle of vodka!
That way it's easy to tell.
When you open a bottle of vodka,
then your night can only end well!

When I'm so smashed that I can't lift my glass,
I'll sip my absinthe through a straw.
And hot on it's heel a big shot of tequila,
I'll gargle the stuff 'til I'm raw.

Goldshlager and lager and brandy and bourbon,
a vintage from 1604.
But over the sake, the cider, the stout,
there's only one drink I adore.

Come on, let's...

Finish that bottle of vodka!
May they bury us wherever we've fell!
Now our bellies are filled up with vodka.
We know tonight can only end well!

And if I was able, then each vodka label
would read "this can only end well"!

Ask Me How I Know
(Country/western song)

You're the kind of man with all the answers
who lives for making others look like fools.
And if someone should dare to contradict you
you bludgeon them with smug-assed ridicule.

But I must tell you something as you sit there
in the glow of rightness that you bask.
I have a little fact you're unaware of
I'll pass it on, if you should only ask.

So ask me how I know your sister swallows.
How do I know she does it with a smile?
If you ask me I will gladly tell you.
Then y'might shut your fucking mouth just for a while.

You're the kind to gloat, the kind to crow
for every tiny victory, you've a banner.
And if I wrote a note on how I hate you
only fucking thing you'd question is the grammar.

But there's still that tiny gap amid your knowledge
which I have kept as quiet as a mouse:
You're not the only member of your family
known in town for having a smart mouth.

So ask me how I know your sister swallows,
How do I know the way she smacks her lips?
From the fact that you're finally speechless
I fear I've let her little secret slip.

So now you know your little sister swallows
and you feel a little queasy in your gut,
perhaps you'll learn to be a little meeker
'cause your sister sure can't keep her big mouth shut.

[Iczer-Four]

"Toreador, go to the bathroom on the floor-o! Toreador, Toreador!" -My insane teacher