Friday, December 7, 2007

The Lyricist In Me (aka Back In The Day)

Back in the day, I had notebooks filled with all kinds of writing. From stuffy research notes to poems to scientific theories to character bios to short stories… and oddly enough, a lot of lyrics. Since music always helped me focus when I was younger, I constantly found myself tinkering around with various bits of lyrics for fun…straight rock, ballads, and even Weird Al style parody pieces.

And I have a project in progress right now that I wrote some lyrics for (since music plays a part in the story). I had fun with them, so I thought I’d share (plus, I’m passing the time since I can’t get to sleep):

Search the heart… Search the soul.
Just no other place to go.
To find the love they ripped from me.
To find my joy.
To find…

Lost the fire, heated desire.
Lost and alone in a media quagmire.
Searching my dreams to pull me free
And help remake a man out of me.

Drowned the heart… Drowned the soul.
Just no other place to go.
To drown in hopes they tore from me.
To drown my woes.
To drown…

Pool of sweat, broken and wet.
Bleeding as I hit that sea of regret.
Drowning in music to pull me free
And help remake a man out of me.

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Jeffery Stevenson ... 1:32 am  
"Side effects of being a writer may include heartache, headache, calloused fingertips, and insanity."

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