Anybody writing songs?

please dont feed the ego

 

Here's one:

Every Word You Say

I know you're scared
You're running 'round like a headless chicken
You need a tune-up girl
Sounds like all your cylinders aren't clickin'

You've tried love before
I realize your past was filled with pain
But you can trust in me
Like the tracks are trusted by the train, in the snow and in the rain

You tell me I don't listen but I do
I hear little birds that sing
I hear the church bell when it rings
I hear good music every day
I hear every word you say
I hear every word you say
Every word you say

I'm trying hard
To convince you that I'm never going to hurt you
You keep on fightin' me
Testing me to see if I'll desert you

Don't punish me
Because you've been beat up by life before
Don't punish yourself
Deep down you know that I can love you more than you've ever been loved

And don't tell me I don't listen 'cos I do
I hear little birds that sing
I hear the church bell when it rings
I hear good music every day
And I hear every word you say
Yes, I hear every word you say
Every word you say

and every day we're getting closer
to making all our dreams realities
No need for imaginary stories
Darling, please believe what your eyes see
and what I say

And don't tell me I don't listen 'cos I do
I hear little birds than sing
I hear the church bell when it rings
I hear good music every day
and I hear every word you say
Yes, I hear every word you say
I hear every word you say

little birds
the church bell
good music
Every word you say

Copyright 2005 JGT

Peace

 

I started writing songs again a little earlier this year. I want to be a singer and songwriter so I will continue. I have posted here about writing with others but had no luck. Someone responded and I replied and never heard from them again. I've only written one new song so far. Guess I'll try one last time. It can be heard here: http://www.myspace.com/michellesmusings I am going to re-record it to make it better and music will also be added to it by someone else as I don't play an instrument. You may read the lyrics to this song here:


'Consume'

Fear comes over me
Not wanting to look within my soul.
Not wanting to see.
I try to hide;
My memories consume me.

Frustration I feel;
misery until
you come for me.

Embracing me;
touching me.
I feel you inside of me.
Loving me.
Wanting me.
Together you consume me.

And the desert is a mystery.
Freedom calls her name.
Wild Horses run untamed.
Beautiful and Natural.
Crazy like the Wind.
Like my Love.

And I feel your essence all around me.
Love dances on high
In the myst of sorrow.
And I feel you

Embracing me;
touching me.
I feel you inside of me.
Loving me.
Wanting me.
And together you consume me.

Copyright 2006-Michelle Baldwin



Peace,
Michelle

P.S.I also write poetry

 

Death and Sadness are real.

 

been to picky in your writing x u should just write wotever comes into your mind yea some of it gunna suck and be the worse fucking stuff you have ever wrote but u just got to remeber its something you have wrote there for people will relate to it and try to work out what your saying no matter if you dont like it somone out there will with writing you should just let yourself go and write wotever u feel wen you start tring to write in a perticullar way or in the slyle of somnone else then it goes wrong i used to try and write like jim morrison but i realized you have your own style and your own thoughts not someonelse so just write wot comes from within

 

feeding the ego is not what im doin wen i said i was writing great stuff all i meant is when i play gigs and play my stuff people react and like it especially me i love what i write even the shit stuff i write i like and boosting yourself up a bit never hurts anyone you need to have that at some point in been a musician it just helps if you thing ur good thats all that matter i couldnt care less if people dont like my stuff or dont understand my stuff i do wot i love and i love my poetry and think i have a real tallent for what i do but i leave the real deciding on that up to the people i play for
peace xxxxx

 

Nevermind. I thought someone was posting to me. Sorry. lol.

 

I love Jim as you can see.

 

Wow, you're like, so deep. Of course they're real, but you don't have to write about them every song. Sadness I don't have as big a problem with, if it's done well, but all the suicidal emo bullshit really pisss me off.

 

Wow,you're like,so nice.

 

When people aren't idiots, yes.

 

The critique I most often make of peoples' songs (yeah, as if I have such an amazing ability ) is that people often don't connect anything in their songs. They have all of these little isolated lines that never flow into eachother. It's like every line is it's own thought instead of taking a thought into multiple lines. It just feels kind of choppy like that. Also, of course, people most commonly fall to rhyming for rhyme's sake instead of saying anything meaningful.

Really, though, it all depends on the arrangement. Someone who does wonderful arrangements can sing about anything and it will still sound good, and someone who writes great lyrics but can't put them to music will sound lousy.

 

Lucifer Sam:
"Really, though, it all depends on the arrangement. Someone who does wonderful arrangements can sing about anything and it will still sound good, and someone who writes great lyrics but can't put them to music will sound lousy."


The hardest thing is to say something meaningful, but still in rhyme and appropriate rhythm.

 

You don't even know me. I am far from an idiot. I am nice when people aren't asses. Cheer up.

 

I guess it just annoys me when people respond to my posts in that way. I mean, obviously death and sadness are real. I was just saying I'm tired of every song people post for critique online being about that. I suppose we can call a truce

 

yes we can The song I posted here isn't about death. It does include some sadness though. Real feelings of mine.

 

This is a song I wrote this week about John A. MacDonald and his first wife who was invalid for thirteen of their fourteen year long marriage. She had two boys, one died at 13 months, the other lived and somewhere along her treatments she developed an opium habit. Granted, the song is just not the same without the music but here it is.

Its got kind of an early Leonard Cohen feel mixed with Joan Baez.

Isabella, John, and the Poppies



Isabella’s still alive in the year of 1845

She keeps her Johnny by her side

Oh she made such a lovely bride

They had married fourteen years before

In her womb a boy she bore

When the baby died John’s heart tore

So Isabella bore once more

Isabella’s been very ill

She lies in bed by the window sill

For thirteen years she’s stayed still

All the while with pain to kill



Oh John, you know its hard to be like this

Clenched fists can’t scare away my sickness

Oh John, do I rob you of your kisses

John, do I waste your dreams and wishes



Dr. Samson came the other day

He stood there humbly with nothing to say

In despair, John sent him away

And planted poppies in the month of May

The poppies were soon to bloom

They sent Isabella to the moon

John feeds his wife wine in a silver spoon

Oh he made such a faithful groom

The worst attack came in the night

When she blacked out and lost her sight

And she’s only okay when she’s high as a kite

Isabella, hold on tight



Oh John, you know its hard to be like this

Clenched fists can’t scare away my sickness

Oh John, do I rob you of your kisses

John, do I waste your dreams and wishes



The symptoms were very diverse

And with time they only got worse

Isabella Clark it sure seems like you’re cursed

And that’s what really hurts

She can’t handle the pain

So she drinks ‘till she doesn’t remember her name

And the dreams she dreams make Coleridge look lame

Ain’t it a cryin’ shame

Isabella’s gone to heaven in the year of 1857

You died like you lived, bedridden

But John still thinks of the day you wed him



Oh John, you know its hard to be like this

Clenched fists can’t scare away my sickness

Oh John, did I rob you of your kisses

John, did I waste your dreams and wishes



Isabella was alive in 1845, John cried the day she died

 

Writing is really good. I think it's a rather dumb theme, but you wrote it well

 

hehe, well here's a song for you then

Flying Creature

Mr James always said
He'd seen it in the sky.
We could tell he wasn't joking
From the Passion in his eyes.

You can't forget - you can't forget what hasn't happened yet!

He called it a flying creature
With wings one thousand feet long.
It covered the ground in darkness
Had eyes that stared and shone.
Well it roared and it soared
Right on over the countryside,
Just pushing the clouds aside,
Completely ignored.

You can't forget - you can't forget what hasn't happened yet!

One night as I lay thinking
You see, a rumbling started low.
I crept to the window, looked into the night
And gazed upon naught but snow.

But the rumbling only grew (as rumblings usually do)
So I threw on my boots, opened the window and crawled through.
Up higher than the biggest mountain,
Flashing lights of red and blue.
Yeah it roared and it soared
Right on over the countryside,
Just pushing the clouds aside,
Completely ignored.

You can't forget - you can't forget what hasn't happened yet!
You can't forget - you can't forget what hasn't happened yet!
Of course not!

http://myspace.com/baykokballtownhouse if you wanna hear.