Hey hey,
So I realized I've been writing a lot of 2-verse songs but nothing substantial. Decided I'd take the pondering thoughts of whether "staying together for the kids" is actually beneficial to create a longer story.
Writ in my natural rappy way but imagine the end result being slowed down a little. This was more of a training exercise than anything as it's a bit too personal for me be shouting about whilst slapping my guitar strings - so not sure Ill be progressing anytime soon.
I've tried to keep a consistent progression through time but also mix each section as her - context - him until the end where it breaks for the 'conclusion'. 1-line chorus in between each section to hint towards the conclusion which isn't made completely obvious by the verses leading up to it.
I'm missing a bridge though, not sure if I need a lyrical bridge or if an instrumental break would suffice given the strong structure.
Yeah so I've posted this in the lyrics section; but it's more of a writing process aspect which I'm looking at it from; as in whether this structure and method of progression is reasonable in trying to create a more substantial lyric.
She was a sweet young girl with love on her mind
Used to work in an office and smoke to unwind
Met a man with green hands - spilling contraband
They were close for the most together all the time
Didn't think it through, gave birth to two,
Tied down to marriage she'll have to make do,
He's quite intellectual with so much potential,
But slaving for wages to pave the way,
Unfulfilled aspirations by unplanned creations,
He's caving from the pressures of the day-to-day
Wait until they're older
She was a stay at home mother with chores on her mind,
Used to clean the house and smoke to unwind,
Stuck with an addict sitting 'round tragic,
They were couched in the house all of the time
Months turn to years, the boredom turns tears,
Tired of the marrage too late for repairs
Completely clueless, mind now useless,
Shadow of the man that he used to be
Blissful innonance shrowded in ignorance
Toking away the thoughts of family
Wait until they're older
She was a middle aged lady with freedom on her mind,
Used to work part time and smoke to unwind,
Made new friends, found a means to an end,
She was debating escaping all of the time
Thoughts turn to actions, that's how it happens,
Breaking the marriage in search of passion,
He was completely distraught never pondered the thought,
That those words could be spoken,
Discredited endevours no redemption whatsoever
A man no more just broken
Wait until they're older
The kids grow old, from a broken mold,
Of relationships and family,
They do what they see, not what they're told,
Faking living happily.
All the best,
Scott.