I want to reach out, but my hands are tied.
I want to have faith, but hope is denied.
I want to be sad, but the tears are all cried.
I just have to watch, slow motion suicide.
do you need a hug?
heh, thanks, but no.
this was just a thought at inspirations for lyrics since a lot of people are having a tough time with them.
as per usual i just grabbed one of my situations as i happened to be contemplating it and whupped up some lyrics
the actual drama is immaterial to the jam room. and im sure most of us have had to watch this sort of thing play out in one way or another. if anything , it makes the lyrics more relatable and then they tell an instant story.
Yeah man I get almost all of my lyrics from whats going on in my life I was just poking fun at you bro haha. I agree with you man lyrics that are based on personal experience come from the heart and that comes across in an artists music I think.
We're currently working on this one about one of my friends from back in the daze:
Empty Head
I remember you
You were the Golden Boy
Always had the best drugs
Everybody swung from your nuts
You were empty then
A hollow man
Couldn't fill that hole
It's a long trip down...
You loved your poisons
Ego propped up so high
Crystal tower came crashin' on down
Real world poked you in the eye
You were empty then
A hollow man
Couldn't fill that hole
Slowly poisoned
Now you're at my door
Looking like the walking dead
You say you only need a little
But we both know that's a lie—it's a lie
You're empty now
A hollow man
Still can't fill that hole
You'll die tryin'
You're an empty head (repeat 4x)
Then again, reality isn't always as interesting as the imagination:
Trans-Dimensional Parasites
Crystalline creatures reverse through time's whirlpool & glide away
Slide away
Prismatic reduction halts their reproduction just for today
Ignored today
How long can we be safe
From the transparent race
How long can this go on?
How long will it go on?
Shadowless scourges whisper faint dirges to lull their prey
Fears allayed
Energy vampires, draining vast empires into decay
Soon our Doomsday
We don't have too long
Before they sing their song
How long can we go on?
How long will we go on?
Lurking between times, sucking our enzymes, they take control
Can we be whole?
Diminished, soon vanquished, a carbon-based banquet is our fate
Now it's too late
Can't you hear them sing
Keening and deafening
Dissolution through ignorance
Annihilation, our recompense
No more shall we go on
No more shall we go on
And now we're gone...
aside from you telling us, that "empty head" for sure sounds like a person someone knows, in the song.
i now know more of the story about your friend, so the lyrics do their job nicely.
my lyrics are about real life stuff to, but if i explain them they are so mundane that it takes all the fun out of it.
in 1989 we did some like this
sometimes i just wonder why
sometimes i just wanna cry
sometimes i swear i really try
but i always end up high
i look but i don't know what im lookin at
he looks but he don't know what he's lookin at
she looks but she don't what she's lookin at
what the hell you lookin at?
these songs need more dragons and wizards.
If my lyrics are reality or fiction based I won't tell you which one. I think it is important to allow the listener to attach their own personal interpretation to most lyrics. There are exceptions of course. Some works are of course more obvious fiction than others.
When I grow up I wanna be a billionaire
And you can all go to hell, cos motherfucker I don't care
1000 thread count sheets and a chop top chevrolet
a maid to do my laundry and to rack up my cocaine
When I grow up I wanna be a billionaire
When I grow up I wanna fuck eight thousand sluts
That sounds about right, cos nine thousand might be too much
but it'd feel pretty rude to refuse anyone
i'd probably fuck your girlfriend and i might fuck your mum
When I grow up I wanna fuck eight thousand sluts
When I grow up I never wanna give a damn
So get outta my way, don't you fuckin know who I am?
What's the point in worryin when we're all gonna die
I won't answer your phone calls cos I'd rather get high
When I grow up I never wanna give a damn
It's 8 am time to spark a blunt
So i can see who front
Real quick
Only thing i need
They call the devil weed
So i tell 'm suck my dick
All you cold hearted dames
Can suck the flames
Out my tiny little prick
He may be small
His demands stand tall
I mentioned to your chick
This isn't real life btw Jibberish, but my lyrics suck anyway so they prove your point.
Quote from: jibberish on January 04, 2012, 09:21:47 AM
I want to reach out, but my hands are tied.
I want to have faith, but hope is denied.
I want to be sad, but the tears are all cried.
I just have to watch, slow motion suicide.
Not trying to be a smart ass, but would 'my tears have all
dried' fit the bill more proper?
your lyrics are fine. actually most lyrics are pretty cool.
However, ted nugent owns the stupidest fucking lyrics prize though, for his fine [cough] work on "If You Can't Lick 'em, Lick 'em"
i'm in awe of what a retard he was for that album. un-fucking-believably retarded
i just whipped my lyrics out fast, so that works fine and still maintains the point of that line. i wonder how many other ways that line could be finished
good practice project would be to choose a different set of rhymes and still tell the same story. get your thesaurus on.
It's so hard to write good lyrics. I think expecting them to be anything better than your standard 15 year's emo poetry is unreasonable in the first go around. It's how you shape and edit all of the cliche's that eventually become good lyrics. I think one tip is to say as little as possible. I knew a guy that when he edited stuff he would pick a number like 4 and then he'd erase every 4th word and after a few cycles of that he got something that seemed decent.
Quote from: jibberish on February 19, 2012, 05:53:42 AM
your lyrics are fine.
Thanks man!
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good practice project would be to choose a different set of rhymes and still tell the same story. get your thesaurus on.
That is good practice indeed, they usually tell different stories with the same rhymes.
i tried that on catman du's lyrics (sounds like famous blues dude)
sometimes why, is what i think about
i want to cry, and just let it out
i really tried, and there is no doubt
but i got high and took the easy route
I like the easy route!
my trip will soon end,
Damn hallucinogen
its a short song :P
P.S the way I say it makes it rhyme
of course they do.
we were in the van stuck in manhattan traffiic and saw this guy in a beret sprinting across Houston st. The drummer yelled out the window. "Go Frenchie Go!"
Next day we had a song.
etc.