I re-formatted this. Here is why. When I write... I write like this below. (at least in my head)
Then, for storage purposes, to get it all on one page, I "widen out" our format and string lines together. After that, it all works for me with the wider format (because after all, I write it and am intensely familiar with it.)
Trouble is, others are NOT familiar with it, and it does not flow for THEM. So whenever I post for people, I re-format my own stuff to make it "long, not wide". One end rhyme per line.
When I read it, I can automatically "reformat in my mind" because I already know how it goes. Others can't do that. I had to reformat YOURS so that I could get a real sense of it. After doing that, I like it a lot. Couldn't tell before.
The re-format also reveals that it might be pretty long unless it's sung at a furious tempo.
Not trying to be pushy, just passing on a lesson I learned in the past.
"Songwrite"
V1
Lay the pen to the paper,
thoughts that make sense later
My mind is a war zone,
stick it to the haters,
it's time to get creative
Pour my emotion to the floor,
throw my boots through the door,
time to write another score
Locked up in my bedroom,
swore that chick rode a broom,
can I be there prophet of doom
Show the dance up, get love struck
Get the amps up, timed out, ready for the next bout
Can it be that I doubt,
why am I so left out,
The worlds so full of dreams,
how come it's so mean
Feelin like my life's on the line,
will I run out of time
This is why I songwrite.....
Chorus
Wear my heart out on my sleeve,
I've got a message to believe
This world is so full of dreams
Hear the beats sound in my head,
it'll be magic when I'm dead
This is my time,
get out of my way
V2
Sent my system into shock,
fuck here comes the writer's block
Sittin here starin at the clock,
heaven can you hear me as I knock
Like a shrink on the drink,
my destructions on the brink
It's kinda hard to try and think
Lost like a wild dog,
becoming like a time bomb,
tryin to find the dialogue
Smacked up whacked up, fucked up
Lucked out, stressed out
Tired of being tired,
sifting through these lies,
the pain is in my eyes
Think of the past when I'm sad,
pray to Saint Anger when I'm mad
These words have some bite as I sit alone at nite
This is why I songwrite....
Chorus
V3
Lay out at tune for the groove,
does this make you wanna move
Can I see the crowd wearin out there shoes,
today I got no blues
As I'm watching how you rule
My heart rate is thumping,
watching all these fists pumping
Are you gonna find something to be humpin
Got a smile on my dial,
this shits so worthwhile
The feelin from the mile
Look up,
your shook up,
this is for your hook up
See my magic run the charts up
Feelin like the king when I'm bad,
like a rock star when I'm had
Hear the beats in my head
it'll be magic when I'm dead
Riding like the dark knight,
feelin like a fire fight
This is why I song write..
Chorus
V4
Post my thoughts on the forum in the UK,
see what he or she say
Take my lyrics to the shop,
this is where the fun stops
Can you hear my heart drop
End up drinkin in the bar,
smashing my guitar
I got a mind that's bizarre
Could she ever understand
its the journey and how you land
Could I get this girl into my world
and will she join the band
Keep my chin, lift up
get picked up
It ain't worth takin the beat up
The day I'm in demand
they'll wanna hold my hand
Stepping out when the plane lands
Thank god for this gift I have,
it's my time to strive
Make this life shine so bright
This is why I songwrite....
Chorus
