Open Source Song Lyrics
I’ve ran into many people who know how to write music but not write lyrics. I have the opposite problem. Thus I thought it could be nice to share some stuff I’ve written that could work as song lyrics. Use it as you like.
I hereby licence these as follows:
CC BY: This license allows reusers to distribute, remix, adapt, and build upon the material in any medium or format, so long as attribution is given to the creator. The license allows for commercial use.
Credit should be given to Philosophy Bear. A link to the blog would be appreciated but is not necessary As an additional condition of usage, I strongly request, but do not require, that you send me what you make.
Open Source Song Lyrics
Dying in the rain
Do you think there was blood in
The mud in that flood as the
Rain cascades down down down down
As the wicked ram against
The wooden gates of the great
Arc stark upon the green hill?
Or do you think the wicked
Beheld their children and saw
Their mothers and their fathers
Saw then that though they were bad
They were people cold in the rain
And how merits man to drown?
Did Noah floating on the boat
Remember their names, their sins
Or did he just see their faces
Sad, scared in that first rain
No man nor woman so bad
That they were not dying flesh
My beloved in the snow of midday/ “He’s”
The purple flowers were like
Chemical fire on the white snow
Height, water, a little wind
Covered us in bright blankets
Glorious crystal of noonday
That winter fire light bright sight
My hungry hands are full of
My beloved, my beloved, my
Jewel who outflames refraction
And, so it seems is on earth
Only so as not to cause
Undue stellar jealousy
But words are common things and
The stars are not here and can’t
Dispute the justice of my
Intemperate and lovesmote claims
Right now though on planet earth
He’s here, he’s here, he’s here, he’s
I miss you
For someone I have never met
Strange thought, I must confess
I miss you, oooh
I miss you in summer moonlight
I miss you in winter sun
I miss you, oooh
One day by pygmalion’s chisel
Or one day by explorer’s eyeglass
Or one day by a mystic canto spun
I’ll find you.
When the branches are too cold
To grasp onto their leaves
I miss you, oooh
When I am scared and naked
When I am soaring unbound
I miss you, ohhh
One day by pygmalion’s chisel
Or one day by explorer’s eyeglass
Or one day by a mystic canto spun
I’ll find you.
When I am veiled in glory
Or draped in humility
I miss you, ohhh
Beneath star, sun or cloud
Above peat, ground or concrete
I miss you, ohh
One day by pygmalion’s chisel
Or one day by explorer’s eyeglass
Or one day by a mystic canto spun
I’ll find you.
Merism life
I wanted to write something using different kinds of words in each verse. The first verse uses only nouns, the second verse uses only verbs, the third verse uses only adjectives and the final verse uses only words that compare two things [not a proper category like the others, I’m aware]. The final solitary line goes noun, verb, adjective, comparing word. Let me know if you guess the narrative arc.
Fire air earth water
Swamp slime dinosaur bang
Rock rock spark heat heat
Metropole office chair
Staple print email
Check recheck sigh sign
Wait wait wait wait wait
Exit drive wait open flop
Dreamy sexual red
Lubricated saintly
Hopeful sad gleaming
Maudlin open dreamy
More truer different
Bloodier older less
Obscurer hungrier
Eyes look sad above
Untitled
Do I remember the pyroclastic light?
The rhythm sun of the sex discotheque
Robbed in warm water and silky skin
The limbs slide over silk in soapy suds
The need to own and be owned, fused
Clothed in bridal white rapid waters
Sequined in bubble bright red gleaming light
Narrow escape
I lost myself in the heaven of stars
Circling the drain of being, of ending
Your cheeks like the slopes of deadly mountains
You are direct, sharp, shapely, kingly
I wanted, right there, to hold you snugly
Your hair tumbled like a silken crown
Your red towel loose as if a regal gown
Your voice drifts, laden in incense of power
We talked about the best song by tenacious D
We talked about trouble composing harmony
I told you I found you once on Grindr
Thought you were catfishing when you caught me
Now though, here you are, bereft of whiskers
You said you were an actor, I wondered
What you’d made and whether I’d ever see it
I wish I’d asked your name, your name though
I am glad I didn’t ask your name though
Your ninety seconds of speech haunt me still
Another ninety and I’d love you, long you