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“When I’m stuck for a closing to a lyric, I will drag out my last resort: overwhelming illogic.”~ David Bowie

As I continue on this new adventure from my new lease on life, I had stopped to think about the song writer. I was searching for the perfect lyric and wasn’t really able to come up with anything that made a profound impact to what I was trying to say.

My daring search though has led me to this write this blog post. The deadly and suicidal song lyrics.

Don’t know what I am talking about?!?!? I shall explain.

I was searching for perfection. And after a few days I realized that I was not going to find it. I settled then for 90% perfect. But I was still not finding it. I reduced it back to 80% and then to 75% and then, and ONLY then, was I able to find something that fit what my point was all along, but only about 80% of the song lyrics.

But there are some really intense song lyrics out there. And I wonder if these people who have written them know what they are talking about, or have actually gone through what they are writing. article-new-thumbnail-ehow-images-a01-v0-0s-become-lyric-writer-800x800

  • I bleed for you Forever I will lie awake I would die for you! Anyone already see the problem? Willing to die for someone. Which of course throughout humanity, has been the most noble and apparently “romantic” thing to do. But I have never really found much romance in death. People say that I’m blind. But once you are dead… YOU ARE DEAD! And the romance is OVER!!! 
  • And thought my aim is true I sometimes miss the mark Ooh, in matters of the heart But I’d give my life tonight To hold you in my arms again. Again another song that offers that lover’s suicide to “just hold his love” in his arms one more time. MORON!!!! If you are dead- you are no longer going to hold her in your arms any more. You are not going to have the opportunity to hold her again and again and again. So by morning you’re dead, your lover is single, and she begins to look for someone ELSE who isn’t you…. because you chose to die. (Personal note: I was able to convince my ex-girlfriend that one of these guys was actually a chick. But that’s for another time)
  • With my heart I give you everything Everything you ever need, everything you need to be strong In my mind I can justify why I never tell a lie ‘Cos you’re the only one that I want, that I want, I want Want, want, want, want. What about what the other person ? Maybe its NOT you that they need or want?? Why so desperate?
  • If I could take your pain away I would scream for you And I’d bleed for you So you’ll never feel this way again When you’re in my arms, again I would scream for you I will bleed for you More blood. More guts. And not so much glory. Besides, if YOU are bleeding and screaming and carrying on.. do you think SHE is going to want you still? Maybe you can handle her screams and bleeding. And yes, I get it — the noble act of taking away someone’s pain, but inflicting it upon yourself? Really???
  • I know what Heaven’s worth So I’d sell everything To hold and touch you So now you’re so desperate to get physical that you’re willing to sell everything you have just to have it. Besides, what IS the value or worth or price of Heaven? And does it sell by the pound or what?

Only examples, ladies and  gentlemen. Some that really got under my skin while I was looking for “the perfect lyric.”

Long story short, it doesn’t really exist.

But in a world that began so long ago with dedications over the radio, BE CAREFUL WHAT SONG YOU CHOSE!!! You just may be paying for it with your own life in the end.



Poetry & Prose

Posted: August 11, 2011 in Uncategorized
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Words from the Soul

I cannot say that I’ve ever received a “royalty” in my life. I might have been an influence upon others that would cause them to strike poetry & prose, but I am unaware of it.

I know that others inspire me. Mainly though, through poetry.

Song lyrics however, is something that I have done before but without as much success with my poetry and short stories.
Although…. I am vaguely reminded now about how I did write a poem that was about twenty lines long. Four lines in each verse, and a man did put it to an electric guitar. Although I do not remember it well, and I no longer have the cassette recording. What I do remember is that it was called “Child of Wrath.” A story about a man who was secretly in love with a woman who was always angry but never tells her. I wondered if anyone figured out who it was I believed I was in love with? Anyways, not the point. It was transference, not love or even lust. No royalties and it never became a #1 hit song.
I have to sit and laugh when I hear about certain people who cast their names out to be “song writers”. I stop and wonder what in the world they have written and what has become of their work? Did they make millions of dollars and end up with a mansion in the Hills with a diamond-studded swimming pool and eighteen tennis courts in the backyard? Probably not. Usually the singer/performing artist is the one that takes up the fame and fortune. I wonder- is there ever any jealousy or ill-will with the songwriters?
When I was a teenager, I always wanted to make it big with writing songs. I dreamed of writing that one golden and magical song that would be so popular that it would become one of the top amazing hits EVER. And would always be played on the radio and in the homes of music lovers.
Hasn’t happened yet, darn it!!
So now that the dream is over, I continue with writing my own style of short stories and most definitely my own romantic poetry. Most of which has never been read, published, or seen by any other person alive today. I guess that is in part because of the fear of being cheated and my work stolen and having someone ELSE make all the money!
But I’ve made the attempt to break free from those dark and cloudy thoughts as I entered a short poem in a poetry contest. Only four people (outside of the contest people) have seen it and know it exists. Others just simply know that I’ve entered one.
It wasn’t my best work, that’s for sure! I kind of believed that this poetry writing contest is a bunch of crap. Probably a scam only to draw in aspiring poets and then make them feel proud of themselves as they promise to publish their works in a book. And I also suspected that at some point, they were going to push the selling of the book really hard on me. Glorifying the fact that “I would be published”. I would in a sense, but probably this company holding the contest is just out to sell, sell, sell.
The grand prize is $1,000. Not too bad, eh?? Then the finer print said “… and 116 other prizes.” How vague can you get? What KIND of prizes and just how is it that you can give out over a hundred of them??
Not that long ago, I received a letter from the company. It said that I had been chosen as a semi-finalist. The grand prize would be selected in the fall some time. But here’s my chance……………………………….. HERE WE GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep, they wanna sell their books. Well, “a book of YOUR proud entry along with others”. But no price tag was given. Someone mentioned to me, maybe about $60 for the book? They certainly wanted me to think about it seriously, because my poem will be printed in the book. And they dazzled and shined, showing a nice leather bound collection of books. But of course I would not suspect that whatever they are trying to sell me would look exactly like that.
So at any rate, I am thinking about going for it. Most likely I will not win their grand prize. But I want to see just how far they are going to push the selling of their books. I want to see what I “did win”, (if they said that I did) and find out just what they are going to offer me as a prize if not the $1,000. I still kind of believe everything is just crap, so as I said, I did write from the heart, but not really from the soul. And it was inspired by someone. I could very well say that the poem is “heartfelt”. Awwwwwwww…
But since I am a “semi-finalist” I have to intital off on some paper that it IS my original work and not a copy from something that has been already published. No ripping off Shakespeare, people!! I need to look it over and see if there are any corrections, and then send it back in their envelope that they provided (but did not provide a stamp to), and get it back to them by the end of this month.
Having 117 total winners, depending on how many poor saps entered the contest with hopes and dreams of winning all of that money, I’ll probably be told that I won and a prize is coming in the mail. Something menial like a $5 gift card to Wal-Mart. Well if that be the case, at least I could go there and buy another kick ass patriotic t-shirt!! How cool would that be?
But nevermind the contest, I enjoy the poetry writing. I find it to be my therapy as well as the outlet to say things that I just cannot say. Shy as I may actually be, personally.
I’ve done a lot of poetry writing in my entire life. Most of it I am very proud of. And I know that I will always continue to write poetry, until the day that I die.