Well, kinda an understatement. I'm always writing lyrics, but I just wrote these and I particularly like them:

How does it Feel?

How does it feel,
When you put the knife inside?
How does it feel,
When you twist the blade inside?
How does it feel,
When you run, run to hide?

HOW DOES IT FEEL?
HOW DOES IT FEEL?
HOW DOES IT FEEL?
I NEVER FEEL.

How does it feel,
When you push, when you slide?
How does it feel,
When you lie down beside?
How does it feel,
When you finally get inside?

HOW DOES IT FEEL?
HOW DOES IT FEEL?
HOW DOES IT FEEL?
I NEVER FEEL.

HOW DOES IT FEEL?
HOW DOES IT FEEL,
TO LAY DOWN AND DIE?
YOU'LL NEVER FEEL,
YOU'LL NEVER FEEL,
WHAT I FEEL INSIDE.

The end? You guys like...I wish I could sing it to you all really, then you'd get the vibe.

Spookymuffin said:

I love the never feel line. Lyrics seem very NIN.
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kidelrich said:

Thanks

I think that after 2 years of worshipping the ground Mr. Reznor walks on his influence rubs off a little in the manner with which I write, even if the lyrics are about me and my experiences. I was actually thinking of New Order/Joy Division when I wrote this though.

Okay, I'll be honest. There's no ambiguity or shade. You instantly know the song's entire content and conclusion from the initial line when you should really be giving the listner or reader wee wanks as they follow you. If you invite them into your creation, you've got to be the emotionless, unflappable driver of the train, finger them between the stations and fuck them hard at the terminal. With this song, they're ahead of you from the start, I think. Still, those lyrics are much better than the ones I wrote for my band when I was your age. I'll post some of them when I get home so you can have a laugh and tear me apart.

they seem kinda angry.

Number23 said:

I love this

Ok...I want to do what you say but I'll have to have a long hard think about, firstly:

Exactly what you meant.

and

How to do it.

GreenLantern said:

no shit.

Spookymuffin said:

Well, there's no rules but you have to learn from the masters, I'd say. Study how people have put their lyrics together, even rewrite the song with some of your own words. I'm not really a fan, but the guy from the Artic Monkeys is quite good at it. It's about stringing someone along with the thrill of the unknown, hoodwink them into feeling anxious and curious - but first you snare them with a familar emotion. And don;t forget that you can write whatever you want, even jeeba jeeba wank wank is an acceptable line in the right context. Morrisey is the king of the couplet.

"Punctured bicycle/On a hillside desolate/Will nature make a man of me yet?"

He sets the scene, claws you in, even asks a rhetorical question. It's funny, odd, utterly - almost mundanely - familar. Yet the feelings of masculine & sexual anxiety, alienation, loneliness and despair would fold Morrisey up with his own legs in the end and transform him into a hulking sulk of self-parody and aimlessness, but for a while, he was the best there ever was.
Ugh, I have to put a page to bed here but I'll post some of my old lyrics later so you can see I have no idea what I'm talking about.

Number23 said:

I agree with you on the Arctic Monkeys front. I fucking love them because of the lyrics. He talks about all the problems adolescents like me face such as struggling to find booze or get into pubs - he writes very well.

I hate Morrisey so I kinda just ignored that. I don't like his lyrics and I don't like the music.

Spookymuffin said:

Heh, neither did I at 17. I was obsessed with Echo & The Bunnymen then. I heard The Smiths' hits and thought it was sheer crap. But now i know better.

I can't wait to sing it to my lover whilst sipping champagne in front of the fireplace

Number23 said:

purplerein said:

H O T.

She'll be your love slave yet.

INSATIABLE said:

i was hoping..you'ld...nevermind

purplerein said:

purplerein said:

Film it? Only if you pay for my round-trip plane ticket.


And provide the video camera, o'course.

They're good as dark rock lyrics

But I wonder if you're being totally honest or if you're trying to portray an extremely dark character in the vein of NIN.

Like I said, they're just fine as hard rock lyrics, but having read a lot of what you've written here, I think you're capable of many different shades than just black.

Hey, it's just one song, I know, but I speak to myself as much as you. Everything I used to write was death and misery and suicide, but only in songs for some reason.

Number23 said:

panny check

NDRU said:

I've written happy - sure. I'll post some.

Spookymuffin said:

something with kittens...and snowflakes...and puppy dog's tails...and warm fuzzee things too

Spookymuffin said:

Cool. It's not fair to assume you don't, it's just a lot of people (particularly young men like us) think art is only suffering, where I believe art is expression, and suffering is only part of our life.

But the song itself is good, concise, clear. I could definitely hear music along with it.

The only question I have about it is that in the first two choruses you say you feel nothing, but the last chorus implies that that is not true.

NDRU said:

I thought he was saying the other person will never feel nothing.

kidelrich said:

Baumeister got it in one.

not to be a negative nancy,but what is the of you're lyrics?
they potray a fake angst.
and what's the use of doing something becuase you want to sound like someone else's work..that would be like everyone trying to paint like picasso(which they do)
write lyrics becuase they are meaningful to you and not becuase your trying to appeal some "artist"
i say this to you becuase i think everyone as some potential in doing something artisitic.
i also say this because i am quite "fond" of you.

As promised, here's a couple of my old songs from when I was about 15 or 16. They are absolute tripe and I cringe so bad you could light a cigerette off my cheek when I read then, but we all have to start somewhere. I was a kid and loved to write. I have about 300 songs that I wrote back then before the flame flickered. Mostly about the canceresque qualities of capitalism and the ludicrousness of religion. Funny thing is, those daft Morrissey parodies I done of folk's posts a few weeks ago were much more interesting and worthy of someone's time .

Thank You For Everything

Trample over the altar,
Set flame to nostalgia,
Joy as chaos welts belief among all

Love for God is happening here
Love for God is happening here
Love for God is happening here

Nothing is so important to remember,
Religion is war and history is a lie,
Higher Vatican mass crowd control,
The only monster not afraid to die.

More gone than alive,
Dead for this lie,
Takes something seen to get me on my knees.

Love for God is happening here,
Love for God is happening here
Love for God is happening here

Nothing is so important to remember,
Religions are wars and history is a lie,
Higher vatican mass crowd control,
The only monstrer not afraid to die.

What the fuck is happening here?
A love for God is happening here,
What the fuck is happening here?
A love for God is happening here,
What the fuck is happening here?
A love for God is happening here.

40%

Inherited passports breed one day styles,
Hierarchy happy - words, limp, misfire,
Another winter where the old let go,
But everything's fine living a lie
Billboard flaunt your bleeding Judas empire,
Sales breed and propiagte their slander

Set fire and purify
Set fire and purify
Set fire and purify
Steal back the streets - 40%! 40%!

Pencil push outrage mascara fronter,
Street names, mind games, luck, recreational drugs,
Love it so kill it! Hate is so save it!
Confuse who you are with who you want to be.

Yesterday happens, no nothing happens,
Farewells and runners, a jealously familar,
The dead still lie still!
You're well, insulated walls, cosy you,
Billboards flaunt your bleeding Judas empire,
Sales breed and propogate their slander

Set fire and purify,
Set fire and purify,
Set fire and purify,
Steal back the streets - 40%! 40%!

Pencil push outrage mascara fronter,
Street names, mind games, luck, recreational drugs,
Love it so kill it! Hate is so save it!
Confuse who you are with who you want to be.


So as you can see, I was a similar angry young man spouting sixth form drivel. And to think I used to wonder why we never made it. I once thought these lyrics would change the world!



[Edited 8/19/06 4:04am]

Talk about puppies

Number23 said:

I prefer 40% to the other one. I'm a bit more realistic in that I doubt I'll make it but I'm happy to spend 3-5 years trying. It's fun anyways and helps me vent a lot.

Oh and nice band pic. beats ours! - www.myspace.com/stereodistas
[Edited 8/19/06 4:13am]

Spookymuffin said:

Oh, they're both pish. My lyrics I mean, not the pictures. It's not poetry though, it needs the music to make any sense. We had a love song called I'll Never Be The One (To Make You Come) which was appallingly bad. I never even knew our lead guitarist nicked the solo from Bon Jovi's Dry Country for it.

Number23 said:

actually that merits that smiley that laughs a bit then stops - the Bon Jovi comment that is.