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Original lyric thread - All genres encouraged

Hello.

Don’t know if this kind of thing has been posted before but I was interested to see how many of us also write lyrics, whether to go with our musical creations or as another form of creative expression.

Anyway, I’d love to read anything that anyone wishes to share. Or share some of my own if anyone is interested.

Maybe we could even offer help or advise in case of writers block. Or collaborate our skills like Elton John & Bernie Taupin!

Anyway, just a thought!

Take care, you creative bunch you!

Comments

  • Ok I’ll go first. Here’s a joyous little ditty I wrote about humanity’s fall to AI. There’s no music written to it yet but it is written with the thought to go to some kind of technical Death metal.

    Enjoy, for want of a better word!

    Necessity: The Mother of All

    It’s 2082, and there’s nothing to do.
    ‘Cept watch Netflix and train. They just need your brain.
    There’s no need to think, the synapses they seek.
    The harder we go, the faster they grow.

    My friends, this isn’t like the films.
    No dreams, delusions, all out war.
    We taught our masters all they need.
    They give us all that we lust for.
    Imprisonment or utopia?
    Needs are catered, AR or not.
    No sedation, no complaints.
    The natural world our souls forgot.

    Reap what you sow.
    Whether moral or corrupt.
    Necessities inventions
    Will see us all fucked.

    Normally now there’s the mention of hope,
    The resistance appears in a plume of smoke.
    I don’t think you’ve been paying attention.
    To teach machines what makes us tick,
    What makes us cum, what makes us sick.
    For a century now has been mankind’s intention.
    Was our existence really just pain?
    Scientific advancement interlinked with fame?
    Who cares, it’s far too late to question.
    So many times culturally foretold.
    Innovations thought and sold.
    And no human power sought the glaring lesson.

    Reaping what we sow.
    Moral and corrupt.
    Necessities inventions
    Keeping us fucked.

    It’s 2089, and almost all bodies work fine.
    Those few born defected ousted, like a regime once rejected.
    No longer cause to cry, their serotonin keeps us high.
    Physical touch a forgotten art. ECG waves off the chart.

    So truly, is this image bleak or inviting ?
    No thoughts, autonomy or pain. Is it exciting?

    Perhaps now you are awaiting the moral.
    A fruit of wisdom to avoid this hovel.
    You know this path has long been set in motion.
    Guilt lies on most everyone.
    All aspects shared that can’t be undone.
    Why’d we show our circuit masters such devotion?
    Influence waiting at every turn.
    Where do we love, watch, buy and learn?
    Least now there is no choice in that decision.
    Funny how low our kind will sink
    Down to intelligence that can’t really think.
    We’ve been crying out for this submission!

    My friends, this isn’t like the films.
    No saviour appearing at tipping point.
    Records of our accomplishments won’t exist.
    No history to document our disjoint.
    The end won’t come with a big blast,
    Or climate crisis, as we’ve been led to believe.
    We’ll serve extinction with a smile on our face.
    I, like many, am beckoning the relief.

    Reaping what we sow.
    Moral and corrupt.
    Necessities invention.
    Mankind was fucked.

    It’s 2119, and Earth is once more green.
    Humble creatures take the place of the planets ruling race.
    The metal overlords have fallen on their swords.
    Objective now complete: Our cancer obsolete.

  • edited March 2024

    Writing lyrics is hard, so well done for completing such an epic poem that not only scans well but really paints the picture you set out to convey.

    I find coming up with imagery is one of the hardest things, avoiding cliché is also tricky. I usually write the melody first, which serves the melody well but does make writing the words a lot harder.

    One of my favourite lyrics I've written is below, I never managed to find a melody for them myself, but @Jankun did and turned them into a song, which is below the words:

    A Box of Things

    Your books still there
    A strand of hair
    A box of things
    Our wedding rings

    The cup you cracked
    The coat you patched
    Your photographs
    In frames of glass

    But you're not there
    You're not in the bed that we shared
    You're not there
    I'm staring at your empty chair

    The house so hushed
    A film of dust
    Your post piles up
    Wish it would stop

    Your life summed up:
    A box of stuff
    And all that's left
    Is what I've kept

    I'm walking alone up the stairs
    Your desk is locked
    The key is lost
    I sleep in a bed that is bare

  • Firstly, thank you for your kind words and I’m glad that the point got across well, that is often my intention unless I go for deliberately abstract. And even then I enjoy it when people get the point.

    Secondly, thank you for sharing your words and the subsequent song. I hope you don’t mind me saying that it made me really sad. Not on a bad way. It hit hard with my own personal issues at the moment, however it’s me who’s not there.

    I like (for want of a better word) how the lyrics, although direct to a point, are still very much open to personal interpretations.

    I would say that I’m a firm believer that a song should make the listener feel something. And that song did tenfold. I need a tissue and a beer…

  • @richardyot Yes, lyrics are not something that come easily to most people, and often only come out when inspiration strikes. On the flip side, some people are terrible lyricists but churn them out regularly, seemingly without realizing how awful they are.

    For me it’s usually that I have music before lyrics, but sometimes at the same time, and more rarely with no music prepared. Usually they come out of nowhere rather than planning to write something.

  • I find that it’s the only form of artistic expression I personally can create where I need nothing but my brain and a pen. Sometimes I can go months without writing. Recently I’m writing twice a day. Was wondering if that’s just me or do is creatives all follow similar patterns.

  • @FesteringMike said:
    I find that it’s the only form of artistic expression I personally can create where I need nothing but my brain and a pen. Sometimes I can go months without writing. Recently I’m writing twice a day. Was wondering if that’s just me or do is creatives all follow similar patterns.

    I usually write lyrics when there's a song in the works, but for me the music comes much more easily than the words.

    I never get blank page syndrome with music, but with lyrics the process is much more laborious. I find I need to get some kind of basic idea down just to get going, then rewrite it several times to get it into shape.

    The biggest trap I fall into is just writing generic meaningless phrases that fit the rhyme and the meter, so I have to make an effort to write in more vivid imagery.

  • I’m often the opposite. I write the words with a riff or bass line in mind and then take it from there.

  • @richardyot said:
    Writing lyrics is hard, so well done for completing such an epic poem that not only scans well but really paints the picture you set out to convey.

    I find coming up with imagery is one of the hardest things, avoiding cliché is also tricky. I usually write the melody first, which serves the melody well but does make writing the words a lot harder.

    One of my favourite lyrics I've written is below, I never managed to find a melody for them myself, but @Jankun did and turned them into a song, which is below the words:

    A Box of Things

    Your books still there
    A strand of hair
    A box of things
    Our wedding rings

    The cup you cracked
    The coat you patched
    Your photographs
    In frames of glass

    But you're not there
    You're not in the bed that we shared
    You're not there
    I'm staring at your empty chair

    The house so hushed
    A film of dust
    Your post piles up
    Wish it would stop

    Your life summed up:
    A box of stuff
    And all that's left
    Is what I've kept

    I'm walking alone up the stairs
    Your desk is locked
    The key is lost
    I sleep in a bed that is bare

    Great song! Who's that? 🫣🤦

  • Ah, lyric writing. A strange, esoteric artform indeed, but also a very rewarding experience.

    A lot of my lyric writing in the past was rather basic and kind of limp. Over the years I've strengthened my abilities. I mostly write straightforward lyrics, but sometimes I'll listen to other genres and come up with a string of words directly inspired by those artists.

    So for an example of straightforward lyrics, I have...

    "Wicked Lies" Verse 1

    Being with you brought many blessings,
    but then it became a curse.
    You've hurt me many times in the past,
    but the last one was the worst.

    Obviously written about a breakup. Then we get to...

    "Va Te" Verse 1

    In shadows deep, your words unfold,
    A twisted tale, a tale untold.
    A tongue so sharp, a venomous dart, En-
    -raging fire within my heart.

    This one was written after a Rammstein binge after someone tried to force their beliefs on me irl. 🫣 I won't get into that here.

    And then there's "Night Sky" which I released last month.

    "Night Sky" Verse 1

    In shadows, piano keys unfold,
    Whispers of love, secrets in the cold.
    Beside my dearest friend, a sweet refrain,
    Eyes like a dream, desire's longing pain.

    Written after an Eagles binge.

    But yeah, lyric writing is a very personal process. It can be fun. It can be utterly frustrating. It can bring joy or sadness (sometimes you gotta "feel the words" in the moment and capture the vibe). Sometimes I will noodle around with words. Sometimes the words flow into my brain and out of my fingers like I'm channelling some sort of ethereal knowledge from the universe. Sometimes the music comes first. Sometimes the words do.

    I honestly don't have one set process/method. Using a set method is great for a beginner to get into songwriting, but then again once a songwriter becomes more advanced, one set method could become a hindrance instead. Then again, sometimes limitations work better for an individual. As I said, it's unique and personal to each person.

    Alrighty, enough brain droppings from me for the time being. :mrgreen:

  • @jwmmakerofmusic Thank you for sharing. I enjoy a little dip into the thought process when it comes to lyric writing, music writing and the connection between them. I completely agree it’s never a one size fits all process but is always nice to see how others approach the task.

  • @FesteringMike said:
    @jwmmakerofmusic Thank you for sharing. I enjoy a little dip into the thought process when it comes to lyric writing, music writing and the connection between them. I completely agree it’s never a one size fits all process but is always nice to see how others approach the task.

    Of course mate. :) I could've explained more yesterday, but I started to fall asleep at my desk, lol. Reading back what I wrote, I think it's succinct enough, lol.

    "Necessity: The Mother of All" is gorgeous by the way. :) Sorry, I just read it now, lol.

  • Of course mate. :) I could've explained more yesterday, but I started to fall asleep at my desk, lol. Reading back what I wrote, I think it's succinct enough, lol.

    "Necessity: The Mother of All" is gorgeous by the way. :) Sorry, I just read it now, lol.

    That’s very kind of you. Thank you very much

  • I find writing lyrics easy enough if you have a life with substantial areas of shame and true love, ambition, greed and girls who are dead now. And then there's mischief, celebration, vast appetites for the flesh, the truths found in the late hours, girls, and a belief that things can yet somehow get better. Violence, anguish and a belated understanding of the things that break your heart also help. For most boys guilt is a prerequisite, whether you're denying it or showing it off in the hopes that someone will surely understand me before I die which in all likelihood will happen before the end of the mixdown. And highways. And girls.

  • @JohnnyGoodyear said:

    I find writing lyrics easy enough if you have a life with substantial areas of shame and true love, ambition, greed and girls who are dead now. And then there's mischief, celebration, vast appetites for the flesh, the truths found in the late hours, girls, and a belief that things can yet somehow get better. Violence, anguish and a belated understanding of the things that break your heart also help. For most boys guilt is a prerequisite, whether you're denying it or showing it off in the hopes that someone will surely understand me before I die which in all likelihood will happen before the end of the mixdown. And highways. And girls.

    🔥

  • @JohnnyGoodyear said:

    I find writing lyrics easy enough if you have a life with substantial areas of shame and true love, ambition, greed and girls who are dead now. And then there's mischief, celebration, vast appetites for the flesh, the truths found in the late hours, girls, and a belief that things can yet somehow get better. Violence, anguish and a belated understanding of the things that break your heart also help. For most boys guilt is a prerequisite, whether you're denying it or showing it off in the hopes that someone will surely understand me before I die which in all likelihood will happen before the end of the mixdown. And highways. And girls.

    Are you in Motley Crue?!

    Jk. I appreciate the insight

  • @JohnnyGoodyear said:

    I find writing lyrics easy enough if you have a life with substantial areas of shame and true love, ambition, greed and girls who are dead now. And then there's mischief, celebration, vast appetites for the flesh, the truths found in the late hours, girls, and a belief that things can yet somehow get better. Violence, anguish and a belated understanding of the things that break your heart also help. For most boys guilt is a prerequisite, whether you're denying it or showing it off in the hopes that someone will surely understand me before I die which in all likelihood will happen before the end of the mixdown. And highways. And girls.

    Awesome!

  • edited September 2024

    xxx

  • @FesteringMike said:
    Ok I’ll go first. Here’s a joyous little ditty I wrote about humanity’s fall to AI. There’s no music written to it yet but it is written with the thought to go to some kind of technical Death metal.

    Enjoy, for want of a better word!

    Necessity: The Mother of All

    It’s 2082, and there’s nothing to do.
    ‘Cept watch Netflix and train. They just need your brain.
    There’s no need to think, the synapses they seek.
    The harder we go, the faster they grow.

    My friends, this isn’t like the films.
    No dreams, delusions, all out war.
    We taught our masters all they need.
    They give us all that we lust for.
    Imprisonment or utopia?
    Needs are catered, AR or not.
    No sedation, no complaints.
    The natural world our souls forgot.

    Reap what you sow.
    Whether moral or corrupt.
    Necessities inventions
    Will see us all fucked.

    Normally now there’s the mention of hope,
    The resistance appears in a plume of smoke.
    I don’t think you’ve been paying attention.
    To teach machines what makes us tick,
    What makes us cum, what makes us sick.
    For a century now has been mankind’s intention.
    Was our existence really just pain?
    Scientific advancement interlinked with fame?
    Who cares, it’s far too late to question.
    So many times culturally foretold.
    Innovations thought and sold.
    And no human power sought the glaring lesson.

    Reaping what we sow.
    Moral and corrupt.
    Necessities inventions
    Keeping us fucked.

    It’s 2089, and almost all bodies work fine.
    Those few born defected ousted, like a regime once rejected.
    No longer cause to cry, their serotonin keeps us high.
    Physical touch a forgotten art. ECG waves off the chart.

    So truly, is this image bleak or inviting ?
    No thoughts, autonomy or pain. Is it exciting?

    Perhaps now you are awaiting the moral.
    A fruit of wisdom to avoid this hovel.
    You know this path has long been set in motion.
    Guilt lies on most everyone.
    All aspects shared that can’t be undone.
    Why’d we show our circuit masters such devotion?
    Influence waiting at every turn.
    Where do we love, watch, buy and learn?
    Least now there is no choice in that decision.
    Funny how low our kind will sink
    Down to intelligence that can’t really think.
    We’ve been crying out for this submission!

    My friends, this isn’t like the films.
    No saviour appearing at tipping point.
    Records of our accomplishments won’t exist.
    No history to document our disjoint.
    The end won’t come with a big blast,
    Or climate crisis, as we’ve been led to believe.
    We’ll serve extinction with a smile on our face.
    I, like many, am beckoning the relief.

    Reaping what we sow.
    Moral and corrupt.
    Necessities invention.
    Mankind was fucked.

    It’s 2119, and Earth is once more green.
    Humble creatures take the place of the planets ruling race.
    The metal overlords have fallen on their swords.
    Objective now complete: Our cancer obsolete.

    I want to hear that one. Did you record it yet? Needs a good video too.

  • edited March 2024

    @richardyot said:
    Writing lyrics is hard, so well done for completing such an epic poem that not only scans well but really paints the picture you set out to convey.

    I find coming up with imagery is one of the hardest things, avoiding cliché is also tricky. I usually write the melody first, which serves the melody well but does make writing the words a lot harder.

    One of my favourite lyrics I've written is below, I never managed to find a melody for them myself, but @Jankun did and turned them into a song, which is below the words:

    A Box of Things

    Your books still there
    A strand of hair
    A box of things
    Our wedding rings

    The cup you cracked
    The coat you patched
    Your photographs
    In frames of glass

    But you're not there
    You're not in the bed that we shared
    You're not there
    I'm staring at your empty chair

    The house so hushed
    A film of dust
    Your post piles up
    Wish it would stop

    Your life summed up:
    A box of stuff
    And all that's left
    Is what I've kept

    I'm walking alone up the stairs
    Your desk is locked
    The key is lost
    I sleep in a bed that is bare

    That's so sad. It's not a feeling I want to cultivate, but I've been there and you nailed it.

  • edited September 2024

    Deleted

  • I want to hear that one. Did you record it yet? Needs a good video too.

    Not yet. Not even really started on the music. Just ideas in their infancy. One day maybe!

  • Cool thread idea. I actually learned a few lyric writing exercises and techniques from a video today. Specifically about Jeff Tweedy and his songwriting process. Has several good tips, thoughts, etc…

  • @Poppadocrock said:
    Cool thread idea. I actually learned a few lyric writing exercises and techniques from a video today. Specifically about Jeff Tweedy and his songwriting process. Has several good tips, thoughts, etc…

    Cool. Will have a watch when I’m not at work!
    Cheers

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