songwriting contest
...in commiseration with Evil Robot Boy's songwriting woes, here i channel some darkness into lyrics that i think will be judged "poor" by all but fifth-graders strung out on the drugs.
all this senseless strivingplease throw only your rottenest tomatoes.
from our broken hearts deriving
wounded, just barely surviving
every day just put another
foot in front of the other
forgot why I should bother
inside us all a useless spark
losing ground against the dark
what made you think you’d make your mark?
if we stop moving then we’ll freeze
or contract some obscure disease
I’m weak, I hope nobody sees
stop to search the sky for signs
or read between these awkward lines
nothing there but our own minds
trying to find something to nurture
or believing in a better future
is a tourniquet, I need a suture
posted by Jack Rational at 2:14 PM
2 Comments:
Here's the shameful secret of popular music: A lot (most? all?) of the lyrics are trite. Vapid. Immature. So you're doing just fine. All you have to do is practice singing in a whiny voice, dye your hair jet black, look sad all the time, and Bam! You're an emo rock superstar.
well, i'm willing to dye my hair (any suggestions out there?), and look sad, but the whiny singing is right out. something more grand and theatrical, perhaps. sort of a prog-rock baritone, is what i'm thinking.
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