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Round 21, Week 2

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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Stuck inside this velvet prison Golden thrones, and empty vision Walls are painted my initials Megaphones and interstitials TVs blaring in the corner Fair and balanced paranormal Sure of my divinity Curate my reality And the band plays on Paranoia, twisting reeling Walls enclosing, to the ceiling Skin is itching, eyes are burning Slowly churning Paranoia, lefty leaning Words are empty, little meaning Money flows the world keeps turning Slowly churning Waiting for my time to come Always been the lucky one Air tastes stale and cynical At the bottom of this hole Did someone knock, well I’m not here The more I shout the more I fear Sure of my undue demise Cold behind these eyes And the band plays on Paranoia, twisting reeling Walls enclosing, to the ceiling Skin is itching, eyes are burning Slowly churning Paranoia, lefty leaning Words are empty, little meaning Money flows the world keeps turning Slowly churning
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I was told to sing my own song Play it in the chord that’s right for me Maybe wrong Maybe sun and gold Maybe milk and honeycomb Never knew the distance Never knew the pain As I began I never found the bend The love we had was nothing but dead ends It tasted wet It tasted of burned skin And fit into our mouth so easily I confess I’m not too good with games these day This old bird aint got no soul Just old and wet Tending to forget Splitting in the notches as we go No I may never change No I may never Find my faith As many claim to see a little white light that shines for me It all went dark The killing made its mark Now red’s the only color that we see Don’t pass me by this way I’ll sing my song for you today As I began I never found the bend The love we had was nothing but dead ends It tasted wet It tasted of burned skin And fit into our mouth so easily
3.
Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade Oh, how America loves you From the Golden Gate To the Central Park Zoo I'd wait a whole year just to play At Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade I sat on your shoulders that November day Must have been 3 or 4 Two heads in the millions lining the way Mittens to keep my hands warm Pachyderm pairs, Arabian Nights Mickey Mouse in the air Smell the East River, break only to fight The war will be gone next year Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade Oh, how America loves you From the Golden Gate To the Central Park Zoo I'd wait a whole year just to play At Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade A short decade later, less turkey more gin Beginnings of a bruise NBC fills the gaps where real life had been Resentment in full bloom Television dinners, New York City rain The clowns they all look sad Rubber toy soldier using a cane Marionettes have been banned Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade Oh, how America loves you From the Golden Gate To the Central Park Zoo It doesn't take long for a change In Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade We buried you quickly in grey Thursday rain The 9th week into Fall Silence and the sorry that never came Leaves me to recall The clopping of horses on Broadway at dawn My warm breath in your hair Brass trumpets crowing holiday songs As Santa lands at Herald Square Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade I'll miss you
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She stumbles out of her dress, and over to the mattress and does for me her pin-up girl impression she clicks a broken lighter, which mocks the fire inside her I start in on my confession- I say "I've loved you since the day I met you," you say you're leaving, but I can't let you cause I've been trying but I can't get you off my mind, not since the day I met you I wake up on some shag rug next to two coffee mugs empty, but together and I give up on hoping that the back door swinging open is a product of the late November weather and I've loved her since the day I met her she says she's leaving, but I can't let her I've been trying, but I can't get her off my mind, not since the day I met her she'd come home every couple years when she'd need cleanin' up let myself believe that I could ever be enough but here I am alone again, just howling at the moon to the same old refrain "I'll be back home soon..." half a lifetime later, I've learned not to hate her... or myself for who we were back then but those eyes that always knew me, I swear they'd cut right through me if she caught me in her gaze again Because I've loved her since the day I met her and I've forgiven, but I can't forget her I've been trying, but I can't get her off my mind now since the day I met her yeah I've loved you since the day I met you you say you're leaving, but I can't let you cause I've been trying but I can't get you off my mind, not since the day I met you
5.
Well I have no inspiration My mind has left me with blank No taste in my mouth, my thoughts have went south Well I guess that I've folded and tanked I'm as empty as the drunkard's bottle I'm as hollow as a senator's smile Now I quench my thirst with a desert sand verse And I'll let this one turn to bile Cause I have no inspiration My mind has left me with blank No taste in my mouth, my thoughts have went south Well I guess that I've folded and tanked My words are a plentiful void And ideas flow like still waterfalls I'm a poet of fools who's forgotten the rules For today the brain functions a' small Cause I have no inspiration My mind has left me with blank No taste in my mouth, my thoughts have went south Well I guess that I've folded and tanked Well I guess that I've folded and tanked Well I guess that I've folded and tanked
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Well she sat right there across from me with a smile on her face She had been here many times before probably every day She asked me questions she knew the answer to and waited patiently and the same smile she gave to everyone she gave to me We made small talk as she filed papers I had signed with my own name and the files she placed them in blended into walls colored the same and the hum of the AC units sang a peaceful drone as the worker bees collected information How long does it take for a heart to break? Does is happen all at once or piece by piece everyday Do you give a little bit with every smile that you fake How long does is take for a heart to break? I filled out all the applications and I signed the dotted line I showed my ID and I payed all the fines She said "thank you and have a nice day" with a smile and tone of voice That is perfected by use and used by necessity not by choice I could have sworn this establishment was on the other side of the road I come here as little as possible, as you may well know I walked into the building and requested you by name they said I "have the wrong address, yes I know it looks the same" How long does it take for a heart to break? Does is happen all at once or piece by piece everyday Do you give a little bit with every smile that you fake How long does is take for a heart to break? Do you know the drowning mundaneness of waiting in a grocery line Listening to the crying kid, wailing about candy behind? You need to send the papers notarized to this address It's just a block away but you need to mail them nonetheless Put the envelope into the US mail with the amount everyone pays and we'll get back to you in 3 to 5 business days Maybe if we'd met under different circumstances we could have some fun maybe if we went to a bar we could buy drinks for everyone but we're here between the hours of 9 and 5 pm so we'll never know and I might never see you again How long does it take for a heart to break? Does is happen all at once or piece by piece everyday Do you give a little bit with every smile that you fake How long does is take for a heart to break?
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you ain’t never seen a sunrise on such a sleepy stretch of road up from Muddy Gap to Casper these tires tap out a code a secret message left to solve if I only had the key but I left all that behind me in a flat in Los Feliz and I wish I could remember the terms we parted on but we don’t talk too much about it we don’t show our hand too long thought I’d found you in the valley where the bones bleach in the sun there was nowhere left to hole up just the smell of smoking guns breathe that primrose don’t you forget lost your shadow the deeper the debt counting the wages of summer sins out where the prairie’s edge begins when I turned down Hillhurst, crying on my way to 80 East I could tell I’d never see those palms til I’d killed the shackled beast all the memories of the failures all the failures I forgot in the milkweed and the switchgrass and the shattered love I sought when I crossed the city limits passed the cemetery walls where they’ve laid my folks to rest the generations rise and fall I have made a broken promise I have forfeit every vow but in the dust across my dashboard is the ghost of scythe and plow breathe that primrose don’t you forget lost your shadow the deeper the debt counting the wages of summer sins out where the prairie’s edge begins
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Awful cold for June Wind has picked up too Been making runs for hours Clothes are all soaked through Left out of Dover White cliffs to the breach Air cav laid some fire Now we landing on the beach Wanted to be a sailor Wanted to know that I'm alive Fateful morning in '44 Called the Halcyon Plus Five Long way from Carolina Miss the sweet smell of home Now my nose is burning With salt, oil, and brimstone Made another run Can barely stand the weight Kicking off lost souls Just to raise up the tail gate Wanted to be a sailor Wanted to know that I'm alive Fateful morning in '44 Called the Halcyon Plus Five Always the look of shock But empty round the eyes Never seen a bullet Not come as a surprise This ain't Jehricho And only some of us are Jews And these damn sure ain't trumpets Rainin' down hell upon you Wanted to be a sailor Wanted to know that I'm alive Fateful morning in '44 Called the Halcyon Plus Five
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v1: It's 7am, it's raining again But not just any rain, it's like Chicago in the movies Before the lights go on, before it all goes wrong She can't shake the thought, a moment of sudden beauty pre: They locked arms and skipped the sidewalk fantastic ch: They were crazy in the same way Rarely crazy on the same day Lots of love to give away Lots of love to keep inside ----- Their language was always artful Mercy, they had a heart-full Took all the passion they could marshal Spread it out from time to time From the start to the finish line v2: Call it sometime around noon, call it shooting for the moon But someone leaves too soon and then it's over Sometimes the sun burns hot, you try to give it all you've got You never think you'll get caught, a postcard Casanova pre: They locked arms and skipped the sidewalk fantastic ch: They were crazy in the same way Rarely crazy on the same day Lots of love to give away Lots of love to keep inside ----- Their language was always artful Mercy, they had a heart-full Took all the passion they could marshal Spread it out from time to time From the start to the finish line
10.
She slept in a shack, her head on a brick The dirt where she lay was four people thick She rose like a ghost just to keep the peace Try to find a better place tomorrow, at least She turned her feet to where the dawn would arrive "There must lay gold, not just a way to survive” her boot came off 5 times in the muck But the 6th saw a glint of change to her luck Buffalo on the back, a chief on the head It's not worth much, but it's better than dead Stone soup can only stretch so far But she'll eat like a queen with a Chicken dinner candy bar. She pulled from the mud a crusty old coin Maybe it's worth some gum or a juicy sirloin She chipped at the dirt with a dull fingernail To see what fate had put on her trail Soon the chief's old stoic face was revealed Not enough for the rent, not enough for a meal So she headed on down to the gold and vac Where this little buffalo would have her back Buffalo on the back, a chief on the head It's not worth much, but it's better than dead Stone soup can only stretch so far But she'll eat like a queen with a Chicken dinner candy bar. the chief on the counter she rang the bell She said "it's worth a grand as far as i can tell He said "I'll give you two bucks, which won't go far But It'll get you a chicken dinner candy bar” Buffalo on the back, a chief on the head It still beats a kick in head Stone soup can only stretch so far But she'll eat like a queen with a Chicken dinner candy bar.
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HER STORYBOOK LIFE SHE COULD HAVE BEEN THE LOUISIANA DREAMGIRL BUT NOW SHE SITS AND CRIES ANOTHER SAILOR BOY WILL DIE BEFORE HER BLACK MASCARA EYES AND SHE SLEEPS ON A BED OF NAILS NEATH THE DIMLY LIT LIGHT REENACTING HER MISSTEPS IN A STORYBOOK LIFE IN HER STORYBOOK LIIFE IN HER STORYBOOK LIFE AND SHE HIDES UNDER COVERS IN HER STORYBOOK LIFE AND SHE DREAMS OF SEEING RAINBOWS AND GEOMETRIC SMILES AND BALLERINAS DANCING THROUGH THE IRIDESCENT SKIES AND SHE FIXES ON BERNARDO’S PURPLE SHIRT IN 6/8 TIME REENACTING HER MISSSTEPS IN A STORYBOOK LIFE IN HER STORYBOOK LIFE IN HER STORYBOOK LIFE AND SHE HIDES UNDER COVERS IN HER STORYBOOK LIFE AND SHE TRIED TO QUIT SMOKING SHE’S GONE THROUGH DOZEN PATCHES SHE GOES RUMMAGING THROUGH HER ROOM LOOKING FOR A BOOK OF MATCHES SHE RUNS FROM THE DAYLIGHT AND EMBRACES THE NIGHT PREFERS THE SHIVERING COLD TO THE WARM SUNLIGHT IN HER STORYBOOK LIFE IN HER STORYBOOK LIFE AND SHE HIDES UNDER COVERS IN HER STORYBOOK LIFE SHE WONT WALK SHE RATHER DANCE FROM THE FRAY

about

This week’s assignment from Mitchell:

""And he never once made you explain or talk
About all of the little details"

But then I had to come along and ask you to do just that. Last week, we looked at basic song structure and the point of that exercise was to think a bit about how you were putting your words together - from simply knowing where your line breaks actually are to the power of rhythm and meter. Once you understand and learn to use those tools, they can do wonders for your work. It's my hope some of you did learn something and will continue to explore those concepts as we go on. Keep those lessons in mind, as everything that follows will build on them.

Anyway, I hope I didn't scare anyone off with all that work last week. Stick with me, folks!

"Don't say goodbye to me, describe the sky to me"

Week Two: Write a narrative song, any style. Be descriptive in your lyrics.

Now that we've looked at the foundation of a song, we're going to dip into the content itself. Sometimes, simplicity in your lines is key. Sometimes, it's better to say less and put it across as direct and colourless as you can, but this week, I want you to write a narrative song and try and be as descriptive as possible.
For example, say that somewhere in your song, you want to describe some folks who are broken-hearted. There are, of course, endless ways to convey this sentiment. You could say something like, "There's heartbreak everywhere," or "I've known so many broken-hearted folks," or even more simply, "He was heartbroken."
But let's look at how Bob Dylan approached it in "Shelter from the Storm":

"I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove | And old men with broken teeth stranded without love."

"Old men with broken teeth stranded without love"- now that's an image! But wait a tick - is he describing having seen heartbroken folks? Notice in the preceding line, that he's "heard. . .wailin'." Does this indicate that the, "Old men with broken teeth" are meant to further describe the wailing of the babies? Or is this a just a separate image? I don't know, but either way, it's gold. If it is to be taken just as a description of heartbreak, then it's a great way to say it, but as a simile, it really adds a layer of depth to the lyric. If you were to look at it as a simile, then he's saying that he's, "HEARD newborn babies WAILIN' LIKE a mournin' dove," and also wailing as if they were, "old men with broken teeth stranded without love." Holy smokes - now we have compound simile that details the crying of newborns while also vividly describing some men suffering from heartbreak. How fantastic is that?
Now, dig how he's also presented the cycle of life from birth to death by linking "Newborn babies" to "Old men." One could argue that the connection he's making is that all life ends in some sort of heartbreak. If taken that way, beyond the similes describing the sound of crying, the lines actually are doing what I proposed in the query above - they describe folks who are broken-hearted and those folks are actually everyone. Jeez, there's a lot going on across those two lines. Sure, I could be reading too much into it, but the fact that you can read too much into it is what makes it so damned fantastic.

So, be descriptive and be creative in your descriptions. As always, be careful to avoid cliche.

A few things you may want to consider:

Your Senses
1. Sight
2. Hearing
3. Touch
4. Smell
5. Taste
I find that Smell and, to an even greater extent, Taste are the two senses most often neglected in song. It seems that when they are mentioned, they usually present as cliches.
It has been argued that we actually possess more than the classic five senses. Additionally, there are concepts such as Proprioception and Vestibular Sensation. There are arguably more still, but I leave it to you to decide if they are worth exploring.

Metaphor and Simile
Beware of mixed metaphors. Even if they are kinda fun: "If we can hit that bull's-eye then the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. . . Checkmate."

How's everyone doing with the daily, timed writing? Is anyone keeping up with it?”

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