no, I mean the lalala song.

Ooh! Theme! Reason to post! ;)

Songs can be about anything at all, and still be passable as good songs. These songs aren't my best works, but fit in with what you're saying. (Well, what I'm saying.)

Lewis & Rosie

Lewis when I look at you my superstar
I can't believe that you'll lose the way you are
Your arm can't go around me for the pain that you will feel
When your skinny legs walk with me I can't imagine the ordeal
Don't push back that perfect hair
Because I care too much to see what's there

I know it seems mythical but don't deny
It may be atypical but don't you cry
You don't have to beat the rest
Because you are the best
As long as you're my Lewis

Now I want to be with you all night
I will tell you how I won my fight
I will help you make everything right
Rosie doesn't keep secrets

Lewis when I think of you wasting away
One year six months one week or just four days
How long will you last if you can't get what you need
When will your grim reaper come if no-one will bleed
Don't push back that perfect hair
Because I care too much to see what's there

I know it seems mythical but don't deny
It may be atypical but don't you cry
You don't have to beat the rest
Because you are the best
As long as you're my Lewis

I'm begging you (ring around the Rosie)
Please be my Lewis (pocketful of posies)
God is with you (ashes ashes)
Don't fall down

I know it seems mythical but don't deny
It may be atypical but don't you cry
You don't have to beat the rest
Because you are the best
As long as you're my Lewis
I'm your Rosie

The line "don't push back that perfect hair, because I care too much to see what's there" - nope, not a vampire bite. 'Lewis', named not after Lewis Mason but after the rare blood type, has necrosis on his shoulder. He's lost a lot of blood - "when will your grim reaper come if no-one will bleed" - and is having trouble finding a donor because he's Lewis blood type. 'Rosie' is obviously his partner, and is named after the nursery rhyme, as goes into the backing vocals.

Trébuchet

Father forgive them for they know not what they do
You'll be with me in Paradise truly I say to you
Behold your son I thirst it is finished
Father into your hands I commit my spirit

Can't live anywhere but home
Can't live at home can't die
Somewhere fails me nowhere ails me
Trébuchet

Father forgive me for I know not what I do
I'll make my way to Paradise truly I say to you
Neither hunger nor thirst I am finished
Father into your hands I commit my spirit

Can't live anywhere but home
Can't live at home can't die
Somewhere fails me nowhere ails me
Trébuchet (the one to move is the one to lose)

Dress me in my shirt of hair (Father Father)
Lay me on my bed of nails (why have you)
Bless me far from lustful fare (forsaken me)
We shall communicate through my mirabilistic fate

Can't live anywhere but home
Can't live at home can't die
Somewhere fails me nowhere ails me
Trébuchet (the one to move is the one to lose)

Can't live anywhere but home (Father Father)
Can't live at home can't die (why have you)
Somewhere fails me nowhere ails me (forsaken me)
Trébuchet (the one to move is the one to lose)

As you may notice, Jesus' last seven sentences are mixed into this somewhere, plus some stuff about saintly sacrifices, such as the life of St. Catherine of Siena. The first two lines of the chorus, "can't live anywhere but home, can't live at home, can't die", are from my brother's LiveJournal. 'Trébuchet' itself is a position of mutual zugzwang in chess, in which whoever's turn it is, loses - "the one to move is the one to lose". The song, as a whole, made sense until about five minutes after I wrote it.

I've also never posted examples of music I've recorded but that won't stop me being critical of music. One does not need to be Sylvia fucking Plath to evaluate poetry, and what else are lyrics if not poetry with a beat behind them? Oh yeah and get this. I don't think anyone wants to steal your work.


Your problem is you have most fantastically narrow-minded view of what passes for music, even more narrow-minded than I was a decade ago. Which is mighty impressive. Is Paul a lyrical genius, nah, don't see it myself. BUT at the same times he writes with a certain degree of uniqueness which is fascinating as my cousin, I think it is fair to say, is on a slightly different wavelength to most other folk, he thinks in ways that I find difficult to comprehend quite often. The added bonus is he doesn't write on horrendously clichéd topics such as love, rejection, loss or so forth, and he uses words which do not usually appear in songs and sound wonderful.

Anyway, if you were going to quote one of his songs as an example of nonsense you'd clearly have taken Stay Puft. And even while that lyrically makes little sense to my head it uses fantastic words which makes things more interesting.

Writing lyrics was never my strong point. All of them were pretty much in the alcohol/girls/rock 'n roll/parties/sex mold.

How can you say someone would not steal my work when you haven't seen it in the first place. You don't know what my message is and you don't know what my artistic value is. The only reason I won't be posting them is because this is a forum. Why would it benefit me?
I love the way you portray my art, when you haven't even heard it.

Just to give a little insight on my music, words are more like emotions not instrumental though.
And no, none of that "She wolf" stuff.

I didn't post some of the other lyrics in my ridiculously large word document archive, precisely because they are embarrassingly melodramatic. So the ones I don't cringe at are couched in figurative imagery.

Sinking Star Prayer
(16/11/07)

Here in her bitter light reflected
All the breath hung in the air
Hushed secret laments
For my sinking star
To catch her in my trembling arms
To grasp a mere spark of her flame
To send me bitter and deranged
Tumbling through our pre-cast canyons
Towards some mighty end
So tear me from the barbed embrace
Of these wretched broken dreams
And plunge me into darkness
Beneath the noble trees
Amen


Ennui IV
(09/02/09)

No dream
Nor slumber for the bitter slow
Anger and hope
Learned all by rote
The undiscovered form
Out of dust and time
In the great and cold expanse of its own mind
And like pointed teeth gleam
Of a grey hope and rain
Still the child crawled
Unknowing
Into the light of day

I exaggerate emotion to show the value of what I'm feeling. I don't follow a pace or a flow like I use to do.
Can't help it but talk about a song I wrote called "Ant Pile". It may give old people a heart attack , the song reflects my unique pain.
The words "Ant Pile" are never mentioned in the lyrics the only reason why I called in "Ant pile" was because I was looking at one when I wrote the song.
It is not a broad concept, it a moment that is stretched out to 6 minutes. It's not danceable which is different from what I usually write. But it turned out great, because its what I felt at the moment. You don't realize, that what you're feeling at the moment has an effect in your life. Unless you look at it, which most people don't have time to do so.

If my song were to be picked up, it would most likely not be played in the radios. I wouldn't want it to be anyway, because I wouldn't want anything to be edited. It has to be the 6 minutes. This is the reason now that I feel like I won't be signed to a label. They don't look at art, they look at the money, which is something I was ignorant about.

Anyway, I consider my self a great lyricist/song-writer. Though I am better in Spanish, there are things that I can only write in English. And "Ant Pile" was one of them.

No I'm claiming that looking at an ant pile inspired me write the song and the song reflects it in some way. I didn't just took a word or concept and made it into a song. I did the complete opposite.
The song is what it is, my focus at the time wasn't for it to be deep, my focus was to write what I felt at the moment.

Edited by user 06 December 2009 06:59:47(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified

Really? I would never have noticed. So if your so great, how about you post some lyrics on here? I mean, if your that great surely you could write some more ?