I didn't really start writing music or lyrics or turning them into songs until I went to San Francisco.
quote by Jello Biafra
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The Fate of a Musician
Every day I pick up my guitar and just play
I write my own songs with the help of friends
We design music and lyrics we start new trends
Acoustic guitar, electric guitar or 12 strings
These instruments have played my songs and I have grown wings
Soaring and flying watching my creations grow
As the music expands the lyrics just flow
The more I create the more passionate I become
The more I play the more fun we have
Music gives me something to do
Each song I write I will be sure to see through
When I am up on stage standing in the spotlight
I spread my wings, start playing, and take flight!
When the crowd cheers you get a feeling of inspiration
After the gig you’re sitting home alone
You pull out your guitar stick in the headphones
You start strumming, creating your own beat
You sit there all night tapping your feet
The history of music and the sound you create
Brings friends closer together I reckon its more then fate.
Benjamin A. Green
poem by Benjamin Andrew
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I don't know about the time those songs were written. But he was jamming with someone in Colorado or San Francisco, and I'm sure he was working on the lyrics right up to the show because they were really relevant for the situation.
quote by Krist Novoselic
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You were hidden inside my heart Original by Rabindranath Tagore
You were hidden inside my heart
Right from the start
I saw outside, I didn't see
What's in my heart
All the love pain and hope that I went through
You were with me, I didn't go to you
You were hidden inside my heart
Right from the start
I saw outside I didn't see
What's in my heart
You were in my game
As a great pleasure
So my days passed by
In joy and leisure
You provide music in my songs from heart
But I haven't sung a song from your part
You were hidden inside my heart
Right from the start
I saw outside I didn't see
What's in my heart
poem by Asif Andalib
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One of the hardest things about writing lyrics is to make the lyrics sit on the music in such a way that you're not aware there was a writer there.
quote by Stephen Sondheim
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The same music is playing on the radio in San Francisco, New York, Washington DC and Annapolis. Everywhere you go there's the same artists and same songs by them, over and over again. At some stations they play the same songs 50 to 60 times a week.
Old Songs, The
Music & Lyrics by: David Pomeranz
Glasses are chilled and soon
She'll be by
Hope and pray
She'll say that she's willing to give us
Another try
And if all those plans I've made
Don't melt the lady's heart
I'll put on the old 45's
And maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines
Will sound new
Maybe she'll lay her
Head on my shoulder
Maybe old feelings
Will come through
Maybe we'll start to cry
And wonder why
We ever walked away
Maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
And make her want to stay
It's been too long since I've
Seen her face light up
When I come home
It's been too many
Hours I've wasted staring
At the phone
Sweet old songs I'm counting on you
To bring her back to me
I'm tired of listening alone
Maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines
Will sound new
Maybe she'll lay her
Head on my shoulder
Maybe old feelings
Will come through
Maybe we'll start to cry
And wonder why
We ever walked away
Maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
And make her want to stay
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Guys like Otis Blackwell and Bobby Darin, and all the guys who were writing songs for Elvis at the time, just hanging around, writing songs, talking about music.
quote by Johnny Rivers
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I Write The Songs
Ive been alive forever,
And I wrote the very first song.
I put the words and the melodies together,
I am music,
And I write the songs.
I write the songs that make the whole world sing.
I write the songs of love and special thing s.
I write the songs that make the young girls cry.
I write the songs, I write the songs.
My home lies deep within you,
And Ive got my own place in your sole.
Now, when I look out through your eyes,
Im youg again, even though Im very old.
Chorus
Oh my music makes you dance
And gives your spirit to take a chance,
And I wrote some rock n roll so you can move.
Music fills your heart,
Well, thats a real fine place to start.
Its from me its for you,
Its from you, its from me,
Its a world wide symphony.
Chorus
I am music, and I write the songs.
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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We're thinking about printing the lyrics with the next record so that people can find their own meaning in them. But then they would start having a life of their own, and I think the Portishead music should stay a whole in which the lyrics come second, actually.
quote by Beth Gibbons
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Start Me Up
Music :matthias jabs, rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, matthias jabs, james kottak
Im eating nothing much
It makes my motor run
Another winding road
Another place
Without a stop
Without a break
Im back with you
You know I just cant wait.
Damn you slam you, eat me like a menu
Take it brake it, kick it to the ground
Empty hollow, its so hard to swallow
Gotta know whats your size
Start me up, knock me down
As bad as you have been
Youre turning off
Youre waking up
Just lay your hands on me.
Im eating up the hours
It makes my engine run
Never running out of fume
But it might as week
Each single day
It seems too long
To be away from you
Ammo slammo, its gotta go blammo
Lust you bust you, can I ever trust you
Scare you dare you, anyway I want you
Catch you grab you now
Start me up (start me, start me)
Knock me down (knock me, knock me)
As hard as you have been
And every time (time, time)
Id die for you (die for you)
You take a piece of me (of me)
Hard ass lard ass, keep your hands off my stash
Holy stoli gotta have a stogie
Master blaster, buy a jabocaster
Gotta eat your heart out now
Start me up (start me, start me)
Knock me down (knock me, knock me)
As bad as you have been
Youre turning off (turning, turning)
Youre waking up (waking, waking)
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? .
Start me up (start me, start me)
Knock me down (knock me, knock me)
As hard as you have been
Youre turning off (turning, turning)
Youre waking up (waking, waking)
Just lay your hands on me (on me).
Damn you slam you, eat me like a menu
Take it brake it, kick it to the ground
Empty hollow, its so hard to swallow
Gotta know whats your size
Ammo slammo, its gotta go blammo
Lust you bust you, can I ever trust you
Scare you dare you, anyway I want you
Start me up now
song performed by by Scorpions
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Music Sings Within Me
Music speaks my language
what ever mood im in
passion
or sadness
music sings within
music calms my troubles
shows ever possible ending
with lyrics to different songs
music sings within
music shows me friendship
like happiness
and to never leave my side
music sings within
music sings within me
it speaks my language
calms my troubles
shows me friendship
music sings within
theres not one song that represents me
or my oh but unique life
theres not one song
thats dark enough
for those silly little fights
but bright enough for when i see you
not one song shows
how i feel when
i write along my arms
or when i lay currled up in a ball on a cold winters day
music sings within me
diffrent lyrics for everyday
this is the song of my life
i choose when to press
stop, pause, or play.
poem by Katie Norton
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San Francisco
I, I know what you did
Like a boy of summer gives his first kiss
Love, is dancing on my finger
He got to the heart of the matter and lingered
Now I'm walking with the living
I always liked Steinbeck and those old men whistling
We're back, we're back in San Francisco
We're back and you tell me I'm home
Talking in the Mission
Over coffee this is my utopia
Then I'll be your lady
As the ocean rises, the sun is fading
We're back, we're back in San Francisco
We're back, we're back in San Francisco
We're back, we're back in san fran
And now I feel the ever after
Over red wine on the eve of summer
The buzz, the buzz of the city
As we settle in it's majesty
I, I know what you did
Like a boy of summer gives his first kiss
We're back, we're back in San Francisco
We're back and you tell me I'm home
You tell me I am home
You tell me I am home
You tell me I am home
Back in San Francisco
And I know what you did in San Francisco
I know what you did in San Francisco
San Francisco
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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The lyrics are different from Nick Cave songs and lyrics. His songs are very narrative.
quote by Stephen Malkmus
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There's Solace In Verse
A song's but a way of telling a story,
It can be about love even sadness or glory,
Whatever the lyrics you can guarantee,
By singing those words you can set yourself free.
While listening to music be it night or day,
The song takes you over you get carried away
Before you know it you are singing along,
You become that person, the singer of that song.
When you're writing the lyrics ensure they're kept terse,
For that's when you will find,
‘' There's Solace In Verse ''
That's the wonder of music regardless of type,
It makes you feel good you believe all the hype,
A song can lift you when you're feeling grief,
If you need cheering up it will bring you relief.
That's the wonder of music for like it or not,
It stirs up a feeling which just cannot be bought,
Next time you feel down if you just want to cry,
Put on some music go on give it a try.
Before you know it those thoughts will disperse,
Very soon you'll believe,
‘' There's Solace In Verse ''
So become a believer play your favourite song,
If you don't feel the vibes you can say I was wrong,
But that won't happen for I know that it's true,
When you play the right music it will happen to you.
From that special feeling you will not want to hide,
It will change your perspective; it can turn the tide,
Before you know it your life has unfurled,
You'll be back to your best, on top of the world.
In the lyrics and music you will soon immerse,
It's then you'll have learned,
‘‘ There's Solace In Verse ‘'
I'm probably writing music now for the same reason as I started writing songs when I was 14 - to meet women.
quote by Billy Joel
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Red Death At 6'14 (disc)
[I'll buy it out there
got a cop down at
6:14, 6:14?]
la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la
whoo!
what's that she said
what's that she said
what's that she said
with her fingers turning blue
and her face was turning red
whoo!
was that her dad
was that her dad
was that her dad
with the magic marker
writing little angel on her head
la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la
whoo!
she must be dead
well she must be dead
she must be dead
if the only sound I hear
are the devils by her bed
oh
oh well
[cough
cough]
whoo!
what's that she said
what's that she said
what's that she said
with her fingers turning blue
and her face was turning red
la la la la la laThe White Stripes Lyrics Index
song performed by by White Stripes
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I wasn't writing the music. Ed would write a piece of music. I'd listen to it and come up with a melody and then we would arrange it. We'd put it together and I would write lyrics to my melodies.
quote by Sammy Hagar
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I Made a Mess of this (16) (Lyrics)
Listen to me spit in 16/
or switch right quick/
start writing poetry/
im lit/
sit in udder torment/
I relive my childhood memories and slip/
cuz, ive seem to have forgotten them/
to some im a nuances/
a run of the mill problem/
whatever problem is presented to me/
ill solve em/
whatever the beef/
who ever its involving/
ill be drawing/
up a good defense to your small minded offense/
its non sense/
im mean its preposterous/
to think that I would be the one/
who didn't say he did or did not start this/
dismiss that/
you cannot miss its porous/
this is epic/
stupendous/
and im out of nifty lyrics and run on sentences/
to vent about how I feel you feel as if/
im spending in a self made deficit/
getting more into debt/
I made a mess of this/
poem by Steven Smedley
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Alone, Writing A Poem With A Song
I was alone listening to a love/sad song
Searching, thinking ideas with imagination
To create a story in a form of a poem
Holding my pen and start writing it down
Since I like the lyrics with meaning so i sing along
Imagine life living alone with only a song
No one to talks to wh hears my opinion
Through song I express my emotion
Writing a poem which replies all my questions
And share to people that would give inspiration.
While writing a poem with a sad song
Something came across my mind
Remembered those things I had in my past
Which never get lost, I hate it but it last
My life which is filled with sufferings, I wish it would cast.
Alone, writing a poem with a sad song
My eyes covered by tears and let it fall
I cried and shout out loud to ease my pain
Just like a cloudy sky and pours as rain.
I keep on repeating the whole song till I finished my poem
Feared to forget the words and its definition
I happened to memorize the lyrics and become a favourite
A song that has been part of my life
And makes me live though I am alone.
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poem by Judith Kempis
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The Written Word Rules!
At the idea of poetry, some people seem to scoff,
As they consider it is an art form only for toffs.
They may think that the concept of poetry is boring,
And that it will leave them fast asleep and snoring.
There are all types of poems: modern and classical.
There’s something for everyone: it’s not boring at all.
The lyrics of songs are poems as such;
They often rhyme together very much.
People like to sing along with their favourite songs,
So why does the concept of poetry feel so wrong?
I’ve only started writing poetry in the last few weeks,
And, I have to admit that I thought it was just for geeks.
But, now I can see, that whoever you are,
Everyone has the potential to go really far.
I have to admit, I much prefer
The written, to the spoken word.
At night, I lay awake tossing and turning in bed,
With random thoughts running through my head.
By my pillow, I keep a pen and note pad,
To jot down any thoughts, which I’ve had.
At the top of the page, my thoughts I jot,
And I always plan out a really rough plot.
I like to include words which have a nice ring.
Words, like these, into my poetry, I like to bring.
I continually go through the alphabet time after time,
Searching for useful words which, pretty much, rhyme.
In simple terms, my ideas, I always like to express;
Complicated and fancy words, my mind doesn’t posses.
I’m sat here, writing this poem, on a speeding train,
As thought after thought, floods into my brain.
I’m writing notes on a mini pocket timetable,
In any tiny blank space which is available.
In my handbag, I’ve got no pad, but I’ve got a pen;
My scribbled notes, I just hope I can comprehend.
I really must start carrying a notepad everywhere;
To forget all these thoughts I’ve had, I couldn’t bear.
When I’m thinking of ideas, I just can’t relax;
My mind seems to buzz to the absolute max.
I’m not far now from my final destination,
And the train is due to pull into the station.
On this subject, there’s not much more to be said,
So, I’m now putting this poem well and truly to bed.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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