Lyrics for the new bridge on Sealegs

New bridge section in bold:

Sea swells, waves fall

When you're near the sky turns grey

Then you sweep me away

In your little pea green boat

You wrap me in romance

I never hear the wind blow when you hold me close

Diving in darkness

Drowning in the pull of your tides

And then you smile

Oh I hear mermaids sing

Oh the bliss of these icy waters I'm drowning in

Sealegs

That look of yours gives me

Sealegs

To and fro stay or go tell me

How this ends

Or your love will always leave me on

These sealegs of uncertainty

I hear sirens from the street

While you sleep

Find me tangled in our sheets

Sleepwalking towards the sea

 

 

So come sweep me away

In your little pea green boat

Come wrap me in romance

Don't wanna hear the wind blow so come near

And hold me close 

Hand Holding

New (ish) lyrics:

In moments of ecstasy

Lovers call each others names

One last blessing

It's a blessing

To who they were before they merged

Into this

Find me here

Find me here

Find me here

You won't find me here

Lyrics in Progress - 'Show Me'

A song for two voices:

First Voice written in italics

Second Voice written in bold

When both voices share the same lyric it's written in underlined, bold italics

                                                               Show me bursting blooming               

You could show me

                                                                 Show me how the moon sings                

You could show me 

                                         Show me what it means 

You could show me

                                             Show me how to feel love

                                                               Show me morning sweetness             

You could show me

                                                                           Show me how the starlight's secrets              

You could show me 

                                          Show me what it means

You could show me

                                             Show me how to feel love

     Show me love

Show me love love love love 

           Show me love...etc. 

Lyrics in Progress - Renamed 'Same But Better'

She passed him by every morning just outside his house. On Monday he caught her name. He went home and repeated it to himself quietly over and over. On Tuesday a ribbon fell from her hair. He took it home and hid it between the pages of the encyclopedia under the letter F. It looked fantastic. On Wednesday it was foggy and he could only see her blurry silhouette. He took her smell home and kept it in a jar next to the encyclopedia. On Thursday she was looking very pale, almost translucent, but he could make out her blue eyes. He went home and painted a swatch on the opening page with her eye colour. On Friday he didn't see her pass. This probably isn't a love song:

All at once

Slow motion scene

Savor

The air she breathes

Pulse thunders under over

Lips mumble of her 'own her' 

All at once

This sun drenched scene

And her eyes are all I see...

...So I'll take them, hide them, own them

And at night when I'm alone

I can piece her back together

Same but better

She goes to speak
Oh her lips are all I see...

...So I'll take them, hide them, own them
And at night when I'm alone
I can piece her back together
Same but better

She haunts my sleep
Oh her face is all I see

All at once

A horror scene

Look closer

You'll see it breathes

Pulse thunders under over

Limbs tremble 'what's been done here'

All at once

A terror scene

And my eyes

Are all it sees

Lyrics in Progress - Patchwork Lover

A rough draft of some lyrics I'm working on at the moment. I had been calling it 'Take it, Hide it, Own it' but now I'm calling it 'Patchwork Lover':

'All at once

Slow motion scene

Boundless air

 But I can't breathe

Pulse thunders under over

Lips mumble of her 'own her' 

All at once

A sun drenched scene

And her eyes are all I see...

...so I'll

Take them, hide them, own them

And at night when I'm alone

I'll piece her back together

Patchwork lover'

Lyrics in Progress - 'Miss Havisham and the Sweetest Word'...or maybe just 'Waiting'

Here's a rough sketch of what I was thinking of doing with the lyrics I've been working on lately (a very rough sketch recorded with my computers in built mic). The lyrics are:

I've watched the swollen sea swallow girls in one piece

And they've come back out cold, clean and shining

And I've watched songbirds fly away with grown men

An leave nothing but streaks in the sky behind them

All while I've been waiting for the sweetest word.

The sweetest word.

I've been waiting for ripeness to reach it's peak 

and I've been waiting for the cold to crisp the leaves

I'm still waiting

'Coz I was told and I believe

The stem will break but not too late for falling fruit it's sweetness take 

from branch to fruit, from fruit to me, from me to you

It's all for you

It's all for you

A very rough sketch of some lyrics I'm working on at the mo - Waiting by Ríona Sally Hartman



 

Lyrics in progress

Untitled as of yet but one idea for a title is maybe 'Miss Havisham and the Sweetest Word'.....or maybe not. Maybe I'll just call it 'Waiting', I dunno yet....let's just go with 'Untitled'

I've watched the swollen sea swallow girls whole

And they've come back out clean, cold and shining

And I've watched birds carry grown men away

While, for the sweet word, I've sat here, impatient and wanting

I also considered having the last line:

While for the sweetest word I've sat waiting, pining

But I thought maybe that was a bit too rhyme-y. Actually maybe it's all too rhyme-y.......hmm there's a lot of self questioning in this post. Maybe I should go think about this some more <---There it is again! The self questioning! Ok no more maybes, I should definitely go think about this some more.

If you think you might have an answer to any of my 'maybes' in the post (or would like to share an opinion on any post for that matter) you can leave comments here on the blog or on my facebook page. I like feedback, on my list of favourite things it's right up there with cake.

Birthday Song - Lyrics in Progress

Fear comes knocking every year a little louder

Fear comes knocking 'coz it knows what it'll find here

Better blow out your candles or they'll set you hair on fire

And the smoke signals rise hailing the grim reaper

I Want My Words To Eat Me TAKE III

I've added a bridge to the lyrics-in-progress that I posted up here a little while ago:

 Verse

I want my words to eat me

Like a big starving thing

Eat my bones my skin my hair

Till there's nothing left to see

Chorus

But my words

Only my words will be left of me.

 Verse

Still Hungry! Every night when you seek sleep

They'll thunder through your window

Just when you think you're alone

You'll hear my words looking for something good to eat.

Bridge

You'll forget my face like the victims of serial killers

You've seen on the news

But you won't
forget my words like the photos of serial killers

You've seen on the news

Verse
I want my songs to eat me

Like a big starving thing

And lying dying in it's jaws

I'll hear the sweet singing

Chorus

Of my songs

Singing me to my eternal sleep. 

I Want My Words To Eat Me TAKE II

Apparently collectors of Picasso painting would have his paintings screwed into the walls when he'd come visit becuase he'd take one look at them as say 'Oh that's not finished, I'll just take it home and make a few minor adjustments and drop it back to you tomorrow' and they'd never get the paintings back coz he'd keep insisting it wasn't finished yet.

Here's an update on yesterday's post, the lyrics are still unfinished (I didn't just compare myself to Picasso, not even a little bit).

I want my words to eat me

Like a big starving thing

Eat my bones my skin my hair

Till there's nothing left to see

But my words

Only my words will be left of me.

Still Hungry! Every night when you seek sleep

They'll thunder through your window

Just when you think you're alone

You'll hear my words looking for something good to eat.

I want my songs to eat me

Like a big starving thing

And lying dying in it's jaws

I'll hear the sweet singing

Of my songs

Singing me to my eternal sleep.

Lyrics in Progress

Some new lyrics I started this morning after reading this paragraph from a short story*:


Do you have any pets? he asked.
No.
Not even a cat?
No.
Why not?
I'm not sure I could care for a pet. I travel a lot.
But you could get a very little pet that wasn't very hungry.
I knew all about those things that weren't very hungry; my life was full of them. I didn't want any more weaklings who were activated by water and heat but had no waste and were so small that when they died, I buried them only with forgetfulness. If I was going to bring something new into my home, it would be a big starving thing.


And the lyrics in progress are:

My words will eat me
Like a big starving thing
My hair and bones
There'll be nothing left to see
But my words


My songs will eat me
Like a big starving thing
In it's jaws dying
I'll hear the sweet singing
Of my songs



Initially for the first two lines I had 'I want my words to eat me like a big starving thing. Consume my bones my skin my hair till there's nothing left to see but my words'. Not sure which I prefer yet. I only just scribbled these down today so by the time I'm finished with them they may have changed beyond recognition. They might go well with some lyrics I posted up here a little while ago....maybe, we'll see.



*The short story is called 'The Boy from Lam Kien' and it's by Miranda July