So, a funny thing happened. For some time I have written for a burgeoning teen band. Saccharin stuff, lyrics only so the band can work them up. Stuff of the "I love you why don't you love me back" variety.
A while back I began some voluntary work involving contact with people at their most vulnerable. And open. And honest. And raw. You know, that place where the best songs come from.
Suddenly, I find myself affected by what I am experiencing and using it in my lyrics. Here is my first shot. I have absolutely zero idea what I'll do with it. Definitely not a teeny song.
All constructive feedback appreciated on my first dip into the unknown:
Broken Doll
CD’s by Rush and Elvis Costello
Football stickers
a rusty barbecue
An afghan coat
Lego bits and Letraset
I snubbed them all
For a broken doll
The dress was torn, the arms were deeply grooved
The legs were dented
Left foot had no shoe
I found a cord
Ringpulled from its back
And heard the angry call
Of a broken doll
You never know
What you’ll find
If you rummage through
A fractured mind
I’m no toymaker, I’m no handyman
Took her anyway
I just do what I can
New dress new shoes
But I don’t touch the dents
Cos even standing tall
She’s a broken doll
Every day I reach to pull the cord
And listen to the voice
each angry word
Ironic laughter
Anguished cries of pain
Burst from the tortured soul
Of the broken doll
Each morning I wake fearing what I’ll find
Sometimes that cord gets
tangled round her mind
Those are the days
her arms get groovier
Each new day takes its toll
On the broken doll
I saw myself as Action Man
When I was younger, stronger
I’m facing up to what I am
And what I am no longer
Sometimes you need the naked truth
Sometimes you need a mirror
Held up so you can see yourself much clearer
She’s no Barbie doll, she’s no Cindy
This force of nature
Lives deep within me
She bites my hand
When I feed her love
But she doesn’t see
This broken doll is fixing me
You never know
What you’ll find
If you rummage through
A fractured mind