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Songwriting Cycle #3

by Various Artists

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1.
So you think you messed up? Why risk it again? Well, you're stalling Every time it hurts you crumble Please let go of this Trace your life in your lines and scars So what you messed up You think you won't again? Look, the skies not falling Every small mistake crushes you Every little flaw shatters you Play your hand, don't fold There is not just one play Don't be afraid Don't let it jade Time marches on Live every choice that you make You stopped moving forward 'cause you think you stepped left You think every choice will leave you bereft Now you won't raise your voice, 'cause you can't be sure You settled for nothing, but that choice was yours No regrets, be bold There is no one true path Stand by your choice Lift up your voice In some other place There's someone else who said yes
2.
Nothing gets much better than this Usually something goes amiss But lately we make great chemistry Some unforeseen unseasonal bliss Inspired, excited Desired, delighted me After those eyes meet mine tonight Blood pressures rise, lips nervously bite Despite my slight fright, it's quite a nice sight One touch of your skin means I'll be alright Exotic, intoxicating Amazing you Tremendous, fulfilling Stupendous and thrilling Believed in, invited Received, then requited, love
3.
You led the largest ever empire And though the times have changed since then In so many ways your lasting legacy lives on It casts a giant shadow even bigger than Big Ben The Bard still treads all the world's stages We thrill to Christie's mysteries By your tales from Scrooge to Harry Potter we're entranced Among the very best world round, near everyone agrees Bloody brilliant For all the things you've written I must say, "Bravo" You're so great, Britain Yes, Hollywood is known for movies And Broadway musicals win fame Nothing's more American than good old rock and roll But Brits in these endeavors roundly beat us at our game The Oscars always love the British Lloyd Webber shows play on and on From Adele to Zeppelin, countless first-rate music stars And then there's Chaplin, Hitchcock, Python, Beatles and James Bond Awfully awesome You bug, but I've been bitten With success august You're just great, Britain A populace one snip our size Have you a genius gene? Is something in the water? It's not likely the cuisine For all our pride, compared to you Our record's rather poor Would we do better to declare Dependency once more? From Newton to the web, et cetera The world is changed for all you do And, just think, if we consider all the British Isles Then you would claim James Joyce and Shaw and Wilde and U2 We shan't forget our auld acquaintance The one we raise our glasses to Though politically your days of dominance are past Still, culturally the sun shines bright and never sets on you Darling dearest It's you with whom I'm smitten You give such delight You're quite great, Britain
4.
My ... works for the CIA She redacts my ... every day She so secretive, it drives me ... She's got me ... my pants just like a child I love my baby, she's a piece of ... A really great ... and she's total class, I like to ... her ... whenever we're alone And she always ... my ... when we're on the phone Our love's so ..., it's classified I love it when she ... me deep inside She's got a ... she uses on my ... And an electric ... shaped like a totem It's hard to tell when ... comes and goes When I have her around I like to suck on her ... If she ever leaves ... might never know But until she does I'm gonna ... her ...
5.
We're saving the planet from aliens, Stop treating it like its a game. We're spilling our blood for the greater good, Though our rookies don't know how to aim. We're building new technology, That puts our guns to shame. You probably haven't heard of us, But XCOM is our name. And we'll fight! Fight! Fight! Every place they dare to tread; At least until a xeno shoots a teammate in the head; Then we'll stop and mourn the dead. Then we'll keep on fighting cause we don't have any choice, And we'll push 'em back, and drive 'em out, Until we can rejoice, When the planet's finally free, and we shout our victory: Vigilo! Confido! XCOM! When Mutons are marching in Mexico, Or Floaters are fighting in France; If Chryssalids hit us in India, And Sectopods savage Japan; We'll send a squad to bravely save, The citizens we can. We're fighting an unknown enemy; We serve the Shadow Man. And we'll fight! Fight! Fight! Every place they dare to tread; At least until a xeno shoots a teammate in the head; Then we'll stop and mourn the dead. Then we'll keep on fighting cause there's nothing else to do, And we'll shoot 'em up and cut 'em down, Until the task is through; When the aliens retreat, And our motto we repeat: Vigilo! Confido! XCOM!
6.
No!! Don't call the election yet! Our polling shows There's still a lot of votes We're bound to get! The night is young And there's still a way Our guys can win! There's still a quarter Of the vote that isn't in! We know we're right! We've done the math! We're going to win! There's still a path! I don't care what you say -- Before this evening's out, You'll see! We're going to win! We're going to win!! We're going to win!!! We didn't win . . . We didn't win . . . Why didn't we win? We should have won . . . What happened?!? We offered jobs . . . A smaller government . . . A moral compass . . . I thought there'd be more red . . . Just . . . a little more red . . .
7.
I never want to see you again Never want to gaze into those eyes Never want to feel the way I feel every time that you arrive I never want to hold you in my arms and feel your heart beat next to mine When I know you’ll only leave again next time I never want to smell your hair Never want to feel your silky skin While you whisper sweet things in my ear again and again and again I never want to wake up in the moonlight to the sound of your sweet sighs When I know you’ll only leave again next time And I never - want to believe No I never - want to wear my heart out on my sleeve Could take forever - convincing me that I never Want to see you again Never want to touch your lips to mine Never want to smell your perfume on my shirt at the end of the night Never want to dream about tomorrow while I live the dream tonight When I know you’ll only leave again next time And I never - want to believe No I never - want to wear my heart out on my sleeve Could take forever - convincing me that I never want to see you again I never want to see you again Never want to gaze into those eyes Never want to feel the way I feel every time that you arrive I never want to hold you in my arms and feel your heart beat next to mine When I know you’ll only leave again next time Cause I know you’ll only leave again next time
8.
Mr. Weatherman of Fate Will you please forecast my future? All things must come to pass And there's nothing I can do, sir I wish to tell you everything you've ever said's come true So every morning I rely on you It's written in the stars And published in the paper And each turn of the cards Reveals another caper And I'm hanging on each word you have to say I can't wait to see what I will do today! Dictating my destiny Is a dangerous game to play But if I follow your advice My life could change today You're a prophet! I believe my life is in your hands A star to guide me through the shifting sands It's written in the stars And published in the paper And each turn of the cards Reveals another caper And I'm hanging on each word you have to say I can't wait to see what I will do today! And when family and community are Feeling kind of claustrophobic, my Getaway is thwarted by some Reasons mostly economic, I'll Count on you to see me through, you Told me this was gonna happen, there's No place to hide, so enjoy the ride No matter how life tries to step on you... It's written in the stars And published in the paper In a Chinese restaurant -- A message from the baker, it says "If you believe in Love, then Love will follow you", and I say... I can't wait to see what I will do! It's written in the stars And published in the paper And the lines upon my palms Evaporate like vapor, and there's Only so much Time that God has given you, and I say... I can't wait to see what I will do!
9.
The flat Kansas plain was driving you insane So you ran away west to find a dream To the California lights where the stars all shine so bright But you’re finding things aren’t what they seem There are villains everywhere They’re like lions- tigers- bears! And you’re wishing you had never thought to roam- They are out to get you- and your little dog too! Now you realize that there’s no place like home You better get back, get back, get back And leave those poppies by the shore They’ll have you spinning round Just like a cyclones come a knocking at your door Click your heels three times Then head for home down that yellow brick line Because there’s one thing that’s for sure- You’re not in Kansas anymore! You thought to be a star but you’ve wandered pretty far Hard to tell a friend from foe along the road Time for you to use your brain, Cause this place is really strange Hope you find some friends to help you with your load Try not to lose your heart and Don’t be afraid to start Beware the man behind the curtain in his dome Cause he will lie to get his way But you are gonna be ok If you remember that there is no place like home You better get back, get back, get back And leave those poppies by the shore They’ll have you spinning round Just like a cyclones come a knocking at your door Click your heels three times Then head for home down that yellow brick line Because there’s one thing that’s for sure- You’re not in Kansas anymore! You better get back, get back, get back And leave those poppies by the shore They’ll have you spinning round Just like a cyclones come a knocking at your door Click your heels three times Then head for home down that yellow brick line Because there’s one thing that’s for sure- You’re not in Kansas anymore!
10.
Always never comes for me Only lapses, ebbs, and flows Barely lets me breathe I'm helpless and exposed I can't be for you All the things you need from me Never is not a thing I can be Always doesn't come for me I can't be your everything Still i don't want to set you free So afraid you want to read my mind Find everything indecent 'Cause I'm a waste 'til I'm wasted And find peace in pieces I can't be for me All the things i need to be Never's not a thing i can be Always doesn't come for me I can't be your everything But i don't want to set you free I can't be for you All the things you are to me Never's not a thing i can be Always doesn't come for me I can't be your everything Still i don't want to set you free No, i can't set you free
11.
Yesterday we took our car to drive to grandma's house I sat behind the steering wheel right next to my spouse She was really confident we didn't need a map But I had just installed a new direction finding app So five miles down the dusty road My smart phone said: "turn right" My wife protested: "no, no, no Turn left by the traffic light" I didn't know just what to do So I kept driving straight ahead My phone said: "calculating new route" While my wife was getting mad After three such incidents things getting tense My phone said we were getting there, ignoring some dead ends But ten miles down the dusty road It said: "please turn around" My wife protested: "no, no, no We should be westward bound" I didn't know just what to do So I kept driving straight ahead My phone said: "calculating new route" While my wife was getting mad My wife was getting mad
12.
First time I played that old banjo Surely noticed something strange A voice in my mind that isn't mine A voice in my mind that isn't mine He killed his family years ago And he said that I will change I'll kill them, just like him I'll kill them, just like him It's not my fault, the banjo makes me crazy I have no choice, I have to kill my family It's not my fault, the banjo makes me crazy I hear the voice, I have to kill my family Then I bought a gun like a psycho And I shot my bullets at close range True I shot them all, but it's not my fault True I shot them all, but it's not my fault First time I played that old banjo Surely noticed something strange A voice in my mind that isn't mine A voice in my mind that isn't mine

about

This project was put together by Edric Haleen. You can find out more about Edric by clicking the link:

happinessboard.com/Edric_Haleen.html

Well, first -- The Chocolate Chips challenged Graham Porter to write either (1) a song in any meter other than 4/4, or (2) a song that is composed in a minor key yet has “happy” or “uplifting” lyrics.

After that, Graham Porter challenged Kevin Savino-Riker to write either (1) a song whose lyric never repeats a single word throughout its entirety, or (2) a new song for an existing musical or opera.

In keeping with the spirit of things, Kevin Savino-Riker challenged The Offhand Band to write either (1) write a song inspired by another country you’ve visited (not a country in which you’ve ever resided), or (2) a song inspired by another country you’ve never visited! (Again -- not a country in which you’ve ever resided.)

Next, The Offhand Band challenged the BoffoYuxDudes to write either (1) a song whose lyric utilizes only incomplete sentences, or (2) “the kind of pop song that ‘real musicians’ would look down on the masses for liking,” but would, if pressed, admit that they really liked it, too. (If you pursue the second option, no parodies are allowed. Mark says, “Be earnest, going for quality on mainstream music’s own terms.”)

Just to keep things interesting, the BoffoYuxDudes challenged Caleb Hines to write either (1) a “sensual song about laundry” or (2) a “vibrant ditty that involves extensive use of yodeling, keening, or snorting like a pig.”

Upping the ante, Caleb Hines challenged Edric Haleen to either (1) use a movie, TV show, online program, or book that he has recently watched or read as inspiration for a song, or (2) select a rhetorical device and translate it into music. (If you pursue the second option, a couple of links that may help you choose can be found here and here. It is up to you to decide whether you use the selected rhetorical device in the lyric or not, but it must somehow be clearly portrayed in some aspect of the music. Caleb provided this example -- “Onomatopoeia is a rhetorical device featuring words that sound like what they describe [such as the word ‘tweet’]. A song about birds might incorporate onomatopoeia musically by using a flute trill to imitate a bird call.” Please submit the name of the device you chose along with your song if you choose this option.)

In retaliation, Edric Haleen challenged Ross Durand to write either (1) a song at cross-purposes to itself (one that by its very nature contradicts itself), or (2) an epic song about a mundane topic. (An example of the first option would be a loud, crashing, percussive, heavy-metal lullaby that exhorts a baby to “hush” and “go to sleep.” An example of the second option would be Tim Minchin’s Cheese. Another example might be Weird Al Yankovic’s Trapped In The Drive-Thru, except for the fact that your song must be original, not a parody or an adaptation . . .)

Then, Ross Durand challenged Dr. Lindyke to either (1) eat a fortune cookie and then write a song inspired by the fortune inside, or (2) read [either Dave or William’s] horoscope for October 26th, 2012 and then write a song based on it.

As if that weren’t enough, Dr. Lindyke challenged JoAnn Abbott to write either (1) a song with two or more distinct key signatures, or (2) a song describing a new County and Western dance. (Examples of the first options would include My Generation by The Who, Penny Lane by the Beatles, or I Walk The Line by Johnny Cash. Examples of the second option would include Boot Scootin’ Boogie by Brooks & Dunn, Four on the Floor by Lee Brice, or Bomshel Stomp by Bomshel.)

In turn, JoAnn Abbott challenged Spencer Sokol to write either (1) a song that uses the words “always” and “never” as a jumping-off point (and includes those words in the lyric), or (2) a song based upon one of Aesop’s fables.

Not to be outdone, Spencer Sokol challenged Jutze Schult to write either (1) a song about directions (literal or metaphorical) to someplace (real or imaginary), or (2) a song about missing an important date or event.

Finally, Jutze Schult challenged The Chocolate Chips to write either (1) a song about a banjo, or (2) a song whose lyric contains either [A] three different words each repeated nine times in a row, or [B] nine different words each repeated three times in a row! (If you pursue the second option, Jutze stresses that you must repeat real words to meet this challenge. He says, “Stuff like ‘la la la’ or ‘oh oh oh’ does not count.” Additional lyrics can be added before and after each repetitive word chain, however.)

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released November 17, 2012

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I used to run a songwriting contest called SpinTunes. Most of the material hosted on this account is a result of that contest. The rest is mostly Minecraft related songs.

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