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Postby outta » Sat Jul 12, 2008 8:05 pm

We share a similiar dream! Do you ever post your own lyrics -- ones you've written? I love to write songs and have recorded a number of them ... mostly just for fun and I've never done anything with them except give them away.

I used to take part in a songwriting thread and I've missed the interaction sooooooo much! It's cheap therapy and much of the stuff I write is just that: stuff.

I will have to check out Fleet Foxes!
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Postby Turk » Sat Jul 12, 2008 9:41 pm

Fool On Fire wrote:
outta wrote:Are these your writings or what? I just clicked on your myspace and read "About Me, " hoping to find the answer! Anyway, very cool. Nice myspace. Interesting and thought provoking! 8)


oh, god, I *wish* they were mine. Then I could live out my pipe dream of being a songwriter, haha. No, they're by a band called Fleet Foxes, whose self-titled record I recently got hold of. Beautiful slightly-ambient indie rock.

glad you're reading this thread...you should post some lyrics of your own, or some lyrics that you love, because the other girl who kept this thread alive with me is now in Korea.

Carly went to Korea?

Outta -
Elise is a very talented musician and mindsmith with a ferocious sense of humor. LOVE.

Listen to Fleet Foxes recorded live in concert on NPR:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/stor ... d=92089028
I really like this show.

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oh my darling, i miss you so
how i loved you, you'll never know
though it's time for me to let you go
oh my darling, i'll miss you so

can't believe you're really gone for good
i still hold on to places you once stood
i should move on, but i never could
really believe you're gone for good

oh my friend, what could i do
i just came home to bury you
the road is long, the road is rough
you're in my heart, that's not close enough

all those years disappear
all my tears are not enough
not enough

how can it be the ties that bind
cut down deep and are so unkind
when we lose them we will never find
anything stronger than the ties that bind

i still have your memory
one or two pictures of you and me
life is long and life is tough
but when you love someone
life's not long enough


not enough ~ emmylou
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Postby outta » Sat Jul 12, 2008 10:10 pm

Thanks, Turk! Now, I can go to a Fleet Foxes concert on a Saturday night! Very cool of you to post.

Emmylou ... great song and utube. Her most recent cd has been spinning in my car for the past three or four weeks. I love it.

Elise Witt? I googled "Elise Songwriter" and I'm thinking this would be her.
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Postby outta » Sat Jul 12, 2008 10:21 pm

This is one that I wrote recently. It's pretty much a daily lyric for me.

I never had to learn to love the wind
I never had to learn to love the mountains or the sky
I never had to learn to love, too much that Mother Nature touched
I only have to learn to say good-bye

I never had to learn to love the trees
I never had to learn to love the rainfall on my skin
I never had to learn to love, too much that Mother Nature touched
I only have to learn good-bye again

Chorus
I can make my own sunshine
I can make my own rain
I can make most dreams come true
By sleeping again
I can make my own sunshine
I can make my own rain
But, the only way to love you now
Is by dreaming again

I never had to learn to love the earth
I never had to learn to love a straight or winding river
I never had to learn to love, too much that Mother Nature touched
I only have to learn to be forgiven

I never had to learn to love the land
I never had to learn to love the seasons or the sand
I never had to learn to love, too much that Mother Nature touched
I only have to learn to love the war inside the man

chorus

I never had to learn to love the clouds
I never had to learn to love an endless autumn night
I never had to learn to love, too much that Mother Nature touched
I only have to learn to love a lie

Sometimes I wonder what Jesus expects of us
If He and Mother Nature compare notes and such
‘Cause I never had to learn to love, too much that Mother Nature touched
But, I have to learn to love what God made too damn much
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Postby Fool On Fire » Sun Jul 13, 2008 5:56 pm

Turk wrote:Carly went to Korea?

Yeah, I think she already left...if not, her departure is imminent.

Turk wrote:Outta -
Elise is a very talented musician and mindsmith with a ferocious sense of humor. LOVE.

Aww. Turkster makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. :)

Turk wrote:Listen to Fleet Foxes recorded live in concert on NPR:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/stor ... d=92089028
I really like this show.

Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice. Thank you!!!

x's and o's,
~Elise
I've become the beggar now, and you've become the saint somehow
twist the words and place the blame, and tell me now, aren't we the same?

-- Amy Ray

born under a bad sign, been down since I began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

-- Albert King

the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
"what makes the water holy," she said, "is that it's the closest thing to rain..."

-- Josh Ritter


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Postby Fool On Fire » Mon Jul 14, 2008 12:49 pm

don't it hurt so bad
when you're standing in the sun
in the bottom of your heart
you don't love no one

you can be oh-so-mean
I just can't see no in-between
you know what the sun's all about
when the lights go out...

what a way to live
back of your class
end of the line
always last

you can be oh-so-mean
I just can't see no in-between
you know what the sun's all about
when the lights go out...

see the moon
see the stars
from your lonely seat
in your lonely car

you can be oh-so-mean
I just can't see no in-between
you know what the sun's all about
when the lights go out...

-- the black keys

this song is so...fucking...hot. any time I listen to the black keys I just want to strip down to the undies and get all sweaty in a dark room. they are some seriously skanky motherfuckers.

summer music like wha?,
~Elise
I've become the beggar now, and you've become the saint somehow
twist the words and place the blame, and tell me now, aren't we the same?

-- Amy Ray

born under a bad sign, been down since I began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

-- Albert King

the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
"what makes the water holy," she said, "is that it's the closest thing to rain..."

-- Josh Ritter


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Postby outta » Mon Jul 14, 2008 1:50 pm

k, it takes me ahwile! Elise = Melissa = Fool on Fire. :?:

You've got some cool lyrics posted, E!

I'm going with my own lyric for now. I pulled this from the May archives.

Ginger had a pony
And she rode him
On her back
She cried; she was so lonely
Each time he took off
That Stetson hat

Some said Jack was her uncle
But that’s not a
Matter of fact
Most folks simply knew him
As Uncle Cracker
Cracker Jack

chorus
You can find your way home
From a broken heart
But when your mind is on the line
A shot in the dark is a shot in the eye
You can find your way home
From a dozen broken bones
When you’re mind is on the line
You walk desperately alone

Danger smells like honey
When you’re homeless
On the streets
Tapping her toes in bloody
Love for money
Just to eat

Do you ever wonder
What made Ginger
Ginger snap?
Was is habit, infactuation
The day she put on
His Stetson hat?

chorus

Holidays, grandmama’s recipes
They can make us
Shed a tear
History, old fashioned family trees
Can bring back our
Deepest fears

Sometimes, I sit and wonder
What made Ginger
Ginger snap
Wish I could find and tell her
That there’s always
A way back

chorus

Everlasting memories
Always blossom
In the Spring
Take her memories and
Hide them deeply
In signs of peace
"Tell me the truth, you sweet son of a bitch"
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Postby Fool On Fire » Mon Jul 14, 2008 4:07 pm

outta wrote:k, it takes me ahwile! Elise = Melissa = Fool on Fire. :?:


No, not Melissa...just Elise. :) (Melissa Ferrick is one of my favorite artists...hence the avatar. Is that what's confusing you?)

I like your lyrics. Great that you write them yourself. That's the essence of creativity.

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I've become the beggar now, and you've become the saint somehow
twist the words and place the blame, and tell me now, aren't we the same?

-- Amy Ray

born under a bad sign, been down since I began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

-- Albert King

the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
"what makes the water holy," she said, "is that it's the closest thing to rain..."

-- Josh Ritter


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Postby outta » Mon Jul 14, 2008 4:33 pm

Yes, but, I'm comfortable when I'm confused, so it's ok ... I'm still comfortable!

Thanks for your thoughts, Elise (beautiful name, btw). I was just inspired to write this one ... and I want to thank sfboy for that! :idea:

The sun's on the window
Waiting on the stars
It’s got a long time to wait
While I drive in my car

The stereo still plays
It may be old but it’s loud
It drowns out the feelings
Of this merry-go-round

chorus
Dreams leave an invisible trail
Another story goes to sleep
While I’m driving in my car
Every side of every road
People push you around
But, I’m in the middle of
This time and this town
While I’m driving in my car

The world turns its shoulder
We wait for the calm
We’ve got a long time to wait
Before we turn back around

My conscience doesn’t fade
It may be old but it’s harsh
When it spins me around
While I drive in my car

chorus

The sun fades on the window
Out come the stars
Out comes the energy
That got me this far
While I’m driving in my car
I’m still driving in my car
I’m just dreaming in my car
In the middle of this time
And this town
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Postby Fool On Fire » Tue Jul 15, 2008 9:56 am

hey, domino, I am stopping you from falling
one two three, don't you dare go down
hey, waterfall, oh can you hear me calling?
three two one, don't you dare touch the ground

I'm the one you want, I'm the one you want
I'm the one you want, I'm the one you want

sticks and stones will break your bones
and leave them lying in the mud
but you'll be scared when we're alone
like I might suck your blood
and I could tell you a witch's spell
but it just might blow your top
and you start to run just as I'm having fun
it's awfully hard to stop
its awfully hard to stop

sun in the sky, I ain't stopping you from burning
all we need is stars and moon
clock on the wall, I will keep your hands from turning
or this night will end too soon

I'm the one you want, I'm the one you want
I'm the one you want, I'm the one you want

sticks and stones will break your bones
and leave them lying in the mud
but you’ll be scared when we’re alone
like I might suck your blood
and I could tell you a witch's spell
but it just might blow your top
and you start to run just as I’m having fun
it's awfully hard to stop
its awfully hard to stop
it’s just too hard to stop

hey lover boy, oh, now do you believe me?
that's not all that I can do
sit back down, I'm afraid we won't be leaving
can't undo my spell on you

I'm the one you want, I'm the one you want
I'm the one you want, I'm the one you want

sticks and stones will break your bones
and leave them lying in the mud
but you'll be scared when we’re alone
like I might suck your blood
and I could tell you a witch's spell
but you just might blow your top
and you start to run just as I'm having fun
it's awfully hard to stop
it's awfully hard to stop
it's just too hard to stop
I don't think I can stop

-- the pierces

~Elise
I've become the beggar now, and you've become the saint somehow
twist the words and place the blame, and tell me now, aren't we the same?

-- Amy Ray

born under a bad sign, been down since I began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

-- Albert King

the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
"what makes the water holy," she said, "is that it's the closest thing to rain..."

-- Josh Ritter


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Postby outta » Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:33 pm

I love your lyric of the day, Elise! I could live on this thread!

Here's another one from the archives that I wrote in May. It must be a day for witches, gypsy's and spells!

There’s a gypsy in the corner
Dancing with the grateful dead
It’s only four in morning
And there’s lots of dancing ahead

Remember when she’s dancing
She’s not dancing to a song
She is dancing to the music
In her head where she belongs

A soul comes before us
You can’t take it to its grave
You can pray to a saint and a sinner
You can pray that you’re prayers aren’t in vain
Pray God knows the father
Pray God knows the son
We can talk to those who are holy
Who’ll be there when the day is done

There’s a warlock in the kitchen
Brewing a cup or two for Joe
It’s only four in the morning
And he’s got a lot of drinks to go

Remember when he’s brewing
He’s not brewing just any kind of brew
He’s brewing his spell upon you
‘Cause warlock’s like angels in their brew

chorus

There are children who know the language
We call it domestic abuse
It’s only four in the morning
There’s a lot of abusing left to do

There’s a word for their father
There’s a word for their son
There’s a word for this world around us
But not one word about what he’s done

chorus

You may have a different interpretation
I swear I’m telling you the truth
When I woke up Friday morning
It was Monday afternoon

There was a gypsy in the corner
She was talking to me in song
She became a thousand in a whisper
I’m not lying so help me God

I can’t remember what she to told me
I only know the tremble in my heart
Joe killed me and then he kissed her
I’m not lying so help me God
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Postby Fool On Fire » Mon Jul 21, 2008 3:24 pm

a song I've loved for as long as I can remember:

the wind is in from Africa
last night I couldn't sleep
oh you know, it sure is hard to leave here, Carey,
but it's really not my home
my fingernails are filthy
I've got beach tar on my feet
and I miss my clean white linen
and my fancy French cologne

Carey, get out your cane
and I'll put on some silver
oh, you're a mean old daddy
but I like you fine

come on down to the Mermaid Cafe
and I will buy you a bottle of wine
and we'll laugh and toast to nothing
and smash our empty glasses down
let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
a round for these friends of mine
let's have another round for the bright red devil
who keeps me in this tourist town

oh, Carey, get out your cane
and I'll put on some silver
oh, you're a mean old daddy
but I like you fine

maybe I'll go to Amsterdam
or maybe I'll go to Rome
and I'll rent me a grand piano
and put some flowers around my room
but let's not talk about fare-thee-wells now
the night is a starry dome
and they're playing that scratchy rock'n'roll
beneath a matella moon

oh Carey, get out your cane
and I'll put on some silver
oh, you're a mean old daddy
but I like you
I like you
I like you fine

the wind is in from Africa
last night I couldn't sleep
oh you know, it sure is hard to leave here, Carey
but it's really not my home
maybe it's been too long since I've been
scrambling down in the street
and I've gotten used to my clean white linen
and my fancy French cologne

oh Carey, get out your cane
and I'll put on my finest silver
we'll go to the Mermaid Cafe, have fun tonight
oh you're a mean old daddy
but you're outta sight

-- joni mitchell

~Elise
I've become the beggar now, and you've become the saint somehow
twist the words and place the blame, and tell me now, aren't we the same?

-- Amy Ray

born under a bad sign, been down since I began to crawl
if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all

-- Albert King

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"what makes the water holy," she said, "is that it's the closest thing to rain..."

-- Josh Ritter


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Need a Cheap Vacation?

Postby outta » Wed Jul 23, 2008 11:59 pm

Yeah, me too. I wrote this nearly two years ago. Oddly, it still applies.

I think I need a vacation
I need to get away
I need to make a brand new start
Close the door on this broken heart
Gas is high so I can't go far
Better lock my keys inside of my car
Hey -- I think I'll take a vacation
In my own backyard

I’ll put on my moccasin boots
Tell all the jerks where they can hike to
I don’t need to drive a hundred miles
To kick back and relax awhile
I can take a toke and get just get high
Ride in circles on my mountain bike
Yeah, I’m gonna vacation
In my own backyard

Tune off the telephone and tv
Read up on my philosophy
There’s a blue ridge and a canopy
An empty hammock 40 feet from me
I’ve got spiders and tarantulas, too
Playing spin the bottle in my shoes
Yeah, they’re taking a vacation
In my own backyard.

I’ve put my time in; I’ve worked hard
It’s time to glow like a worm in the dark
A six of Bacardi and pack of smokes
I can laugh at my own damn jokes
I don’t need anyone to tell me now
To get my shit together or tell me how
I might even learn to tip a cow
In my own back yard

Good bye papers; good bye remote control
It’s about time I take care of my own
I’ve got enough wildlife right outta my door
Mother Nature is the only thing at war
I don’t need the internet or my Dell
Modern technology - it can go to hell
Right now I need a vacation
In my own backyard

Turn up Patty Griffin and listen awhile
To the music that makes me smile
Who needs Toby or the Dixie Chicks?
All their bickering makes me sick
Todd Snider can blow them all away
Playing a Train Song any time, any day
Yeah, I think I'll bring him on vacation
In my own backyard

If you never see me again
No need to worry about me, my friend
I don’t have money, but I got tons of books
Can’t sing a lick but I can damn sure cook
Just give me some marshmallows and a stake
I’ll burn them black; they’ll taste great
Yeah, I’m taking a vacation
In my own backyard

I’m tired of all the bullshit
I’m letting go and forgetting it
I need a place where I can burp and fart
When I make a wish on a falling star
Call me a sorry son-of-a-bitch
I’m gonna pick my nose and scratch my itch
Yeah, I live for my vacations
In my own back yard
"Tell me the truth, you sweet son of a bitch"
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Postby outta » Wed Jul 30, 2008 5:24 pm

You tore down the old bridge
To build one made of bricks
You took an axe
‘Cause it didn’t look new
Oh, the things that matter to you

The old Crepe Myrtle Tree
Oh, what it meant to me
You took an axe
‘Cause it blocked the view
Oh, the things that matter to you

How do you build a tombstone
I guess I have my answer now
Old bridges and crepe myrtle trees
I’m gonna pack up those old memories
Put them back in my dreams
Before I pack-up to leave
Old bridges and crepe myrtle trees
They mean something to me

The old John Deere
Daddy rode it for years
Near the field where he died
That old John Deere by his side
You sold it for $50 bucks

A swaying kitchen door
From grandaddy’s mercantile store
You took it down
‘Cause you didn’t like the sound
As it swept across the floor

How do you build a tombstone
I guess I have my answer now
Fifty bucks and a swaying door
It doesn’t matter much anymore
I’m going to pack-up those old memories
Put them back in my dreams
A John Deere Tractor; a swaying door
They mean something to me


bridge
Fifteen years, how they fly
We seldom yelled, seldom cried
Hell, we even laughed sometimes
One day I just left
I accept and I expect
You have all that I have left
Except the one thing that you miss the most
The sound of my footsteps
Sweeping across the floor

I’ve got an old house
It’s not as nice as yours
But, it’s got a crepe myrtle tree
an old mercantile door
an old farmers bridge
And not one single brick
Just a tombstone where I sit

Oh, the things that matter to you
Oh, the things that matter to me
They don’t really matter
It is what it is

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Postby marybeth » Thu Jul 31, 2008 4:53 am

So when do we get to hear these songs? :)
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