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  1. When Life Begins at Eternity (formerly T-Minus Eternity)

    Posted 7 Sep 2016

    Tried to stay near positive about a subject that isn't always so and this is the result? :/ Not sure what to ask for regarding input... but I'm certain any comments, suggestions and grief-ances are without limits and appreciated muchly. No commercial aspirations for this pop-folk-ish bellard but I would like to keep what works and toss what doesn't.

    When Life Begins At Eternity


    So it goes,
    what can I say,
    about the wasting of a friend,
    the lonely reason for your day.

    There's a lump in my breast,
    above the soul in my heart.
    I'm radioactive to live longer,
    trying not to be gone forever.

    As silence kills the room,
    my lines won't move,
    yours are holding out for signs of life,
    in this barricade of man made years,
    a miracle should happen here,
    but every deep down knows,
    one slow chemical rest,
    does not bear repeating, when

    Life begins at eternity,
    with the letting go of gravity,
    high above the sun go round,
    goodbye becomes a sacred sound.

    How it ends,
    what can I say,
    about the making of ghost,
    the only reason that you pray.

    There's a lump in your throat,
    above the hole in your heart.
    Intoxication to feel stronger,
    careful not to be gone forever.

    Still dead set on too soon,
    my lines won't move,
    yours are humbled by the gift of life,
    in this white-coat hope of man made air,
    a miracle should happen here,
    but every deep down knows,
    one mechanical breath,
    does not bear repeating, when

    Life begins at eternity,
    with the letting go of gravity,
    high above the sun go round,
    goodbye becomes a sacred sound.
    .
    How much pain is brave enough?
    How much love is proof enough?
    Mercy, mercy, if You will,
    if not now, Lord,
    if not me,
    then who is heaven waiting for... when

    Life begins at eternity,
    with the letting go of gravity,
    high above the sun go round,
    goodbye becomes a welcome sound.

    From the fighting on,
    to a gentle gone,
    no one is playing catch up,
    escaping every cell
    that ever failed to make us ...be.

    (Peace... Posted Image )

    ------------------------Original lyric found below in SongWolfe post ----------------------------
  2. POSING

    Posted 26 Jun 2016

    This lyric became a poem due to many edits and now these are my attempts at bringing it back to a song. It's a female voice, older, confident (not superhuman but an impressive overcomer), rock-ish blues. I like the story, I like her, and that's what matters so if anyone would care to help me out with comments and suggestions I'd love to listen. (Pardon my grammar - punctuation throws me sometimes.) Edit: Thanks for the b-fuel, Carl.

    Posing


    a
    I stood my ground in spite of pain,
    inventing posture for the strain,
    I was plastic in that way,
    [roughed up barbie], friends would say.

    And looking back you'll clearly see,
    my only flaw was gravity,
    but truth be told, I never was,
    however crushed I ever was,
    simply posing as the victim of a fall.

    a
    Knockoff egos dress the part,
    mine hit the runway shooting sparks,
    I was Fashion!, night 'n' day,
    not some random exposé.

    And looking back it's no surprise,
    what came to life in prying eyes,
    but truth be told, I never was,
    however high, whatever buzz,
    simply posing in the spotlight of it all.

    b
    If I breath in deep,
    then let it go,
    the wounds will heal,
    though it may be slow.

    I'm not backing down today.

    a
    My fears got by in sleight of hand,
    one grand illusion master plan,
    life was magic in some ways,
    quite fantastic - if I may.

    And looking back one should assume,
    smoke and mirrors filled my rooms,
    but truth be told, I never was,
    however great I ever was,
    simply posing for attention,
    from anyone... at all.


    (Peace, out. )
  3. They Never Say Goodbye

    Posted 16 Jun 2016

    My original intent was to make the lyric shorter, dropping from 41 lines down to 35 isn't a major difference (or is it?) now my main concern is whether the storyline feels believable. Moving the young man from lost love to lost crops is a complicated leap... hope I did so with some success. Thanks for taking time to help. Posted Image


    They Never Say Goodbye
    (Revised 7/3/2016)

    v
    It's a wide-eyed early morning,
    cotton sheets and winding legs,
    one body warm and tender ,
    from the fire two hearts made.

    Gentle cravings bring on hunger,
    still exhausted by the smiles,
    and devotion turns to wonder,
    as the young man loves his bride.

    lift
    But she is not a ritual,
    no, not the way forever grows... 'cause,

    ch
    Old fashion dreams are make believe,
    daylight comes and they have to leave,
    don't ask them why, they always lie,
    and worst of all they never say goodbye.

    v
    Surrender to the red sky,
    enough planting for one day,
    in fields of wishful thinking,
    eager seedlings battle clay.

    August sweat on angry blossom,
    still forgotten by the rain,
    desperate hours become autumn,
    as the young man prays in vain.

    lift
    But he will never reap and sow,
    no, not the way ambition grows... 'cause,

    ch
    Hard working dreams are make believe,
    harvest comes and they have to leave,
    don't ask them why, they always lie,
    and worst of all they never say goodbye.

    bridge
    Hopes grow tall when life is small,
    then truth steps in, ugly as sin,
    and you can't even give'm away ... 'cause,

    ch
    A young man dreams in make believe,
    "Someday" comes and they have to leave,
    don't ask them why, they always lie,
    and worst of all they never say goodbye.



    (Peace...)


    --------------------------------- Original attempt found in Donna's post below ----------------------------------
  4. Fall in love all day

    Posted 6 Jun 2016

    I've been hanging around this one for some time so I'm not quite sure what does and doesn't work as a mid-tempo lyric with no commercial aspirations, Seriously - what is love, anyway? If you care to share your thoughts I know I'll enjoy reading them with much appreciation.

    Fall In Love All Day

    (verse 1)
    He was sincerely young,
    an almost reckless fool,
    I was twice as smart,
    and nearly half as cool.
    His note was on my desk,
    it asked me if I could,
    my voice was lost for words,
    so my silence said I would.

    (Lift)
    I tried to catch myself, I tried to find my head,
    but I never learned to fly, that's why I fell instead.

    (Chorus)
    If this is loving - what was I afraid of.
    If this is falling - take me to the top.
    I wanna live on London's bridge,
    dwell about a dangerous cliff,
    slip and trip on night's abyss,
    and fall in love all day.

    (Verse 2)
    He led me by the hand,
    thru a revolving door,
    to an ordinary room ,
    with collapsing floors.
    My mind ran out of breath,
    inside his harmless kiss,
    my heart could taste no more,
    such an unexpected twist.

    (Lift)
    I let go of myself, I let go in my head,
    some may dream of wings to fly, I clip mine back instead.

    (Chorus)
    If this is loving - what was I afraid of.
    If this is falling - take me to the top.
    I wanna live on London's bridge,
    dwell about a dangerous cliff,
    slip and trip on night's abyss,
    and fall in love all day.


    (Bridge)
    Now I'm climbing up and jumping down,
    just to hear that dropping sound.
    Descending's all that sets me free,
    It's such a crazy place to be,
    ... look at what he's done to me.

    (Chorus)
    If this is loving - what was I afraid of.
    If this is falling - take me to the top.
    I wanna live on London's bridge,
    dwell about a dangerous cliff,
    slip and trip on night's abyss,
    and fall in love all day.

    (Peace, out)

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