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Lyrics with no title yet.
Please give me some feedback. I know that this is a topic that has been covered before, and probably better, I just want to know how to do some improvement:
I left home at 16 years old With a chip on my shoulder and something to prove I thought I knew it all back then And there were no limits to what I could do But the road I walked wasn’t mine to choose The life I lead left so much to lose I found myself in trouble With nowhere to run, and nowhere to turn Living under a bridge with a bottle Such a hard lesson for a boy to learn I found it all too easily Now where can I go before it gets to me? (Chorus) Living this life is not what I wanted Twisted and tortured; harassed and haunted If only I could, I’d take it all back I would have listened, understood what I had Living out of a cardboard box Dragging it from place to place Huddled in masses to stay alive When the city took the steam away The winter took some of my best friends Society brought some more of them I went home at twenty-one A different man with a different view The door that slammed in front of me Told me I was dead to you I’ll have to make it for myself There’s no one else to share my hell Thanks!
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How about.
I'm sorry I'm Breathing. Sounds to me like this kid in a box does not want to be here nor there nor anywhere. |
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And when he tried to go home, they didn't want him anymore. ![]()
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Society brought some more of them It was alluding of the loss of friends, and the fact that there are more and more homeless people there on the streets to take their place... But I will work on it. Thanks for the feedback... Anyone else?
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I like this song. You show lots of talent here. I am assuming you will repeat the chorus after the last verse. I think your best title is hidden in the first line of the chorus you wrote. I'm sure you know that the title should appear in the chorus when it is a verse/chorus type song like this. With a slightly rewritten first line, your title could be "This Is Not The Life I Wanted." Below I show an example of how you could also repeat the title in the chorus. I'm sure you can come up with better; but feel free to use my changes if you like them. Keep writing, Don This Is Not The Life I Wanted Chorus: This is not the life I wanted Twisted, tortured, hassled, haunted Hoodwinked by the pride I flaunted This is not the life I wanted
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Don Turner To compete with your contemporaries is wasted energy. Be better than yourself. (apologies to William Faulkner) Writer's block only occurs when the fingers are not close enough to the keyboard. Inspiration seldom comes to he who waits. Last edited by TaoManna Don; 02-13-2005 at 17:40.. |
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EDIT: The chorus and verses were written to music I have already recorded. I usually write the lyrics first and then come up with music. So this is a departure of sorts for me and the way I do business. Seemed to work out well. But the lyrics were written to support the melody, so that's why I wrote it the way I did. It can still be reworked, so I will get on it.
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Feeling a bit inspired by your work, just as an exercise I wrote a version of your song with unrhymed verses, using the chorus I rewrote for you. Mine is a little different story but still similar to yours.
Would you mind if I posted my version under my thread "Life Doesn't Rhyme" as an example of a real song with unrhymed verses? I will gladly reference your thread and song as the inspiration. Let me know. Keep writing, Don
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The rewrite:
I left home at 16 years old
With a chip on my shoulder and something to prove I thought I knew it all back then And there were no limits to what I could do But the road I walked wasn’t mine to choose The life I lead left so much to lose I found myself in trouble With nowhere to run, and nowhere to turn Living under a bridge with a bottle Such a hard lesson for a boy to learn I found it all too easily Now where can I go before it gets to me? (Chorus) Living this life is not what I wanted Twisted and tortured; hassled and haunted Taken down by the pride that I flaunted This is not the life I wanted Living out of a cardboard box Dragging it from place to place Huddled in masses to stay alive When the city took the steam away The winter took some of my best friends Society brought some more of them I went home at twenty-one A different man with a different view The door that slammed in front of me Told me I was dead to you I’ll have to make it for myself There’s no one else to share my hell (Chorus) Living this life is not what I wanted Twisted and tortured; hassled and haunted Taken down by the pride that I flaunted This is not the life I wanted Any suggestions for the line in bold, which I believe is the one Garry was referring to?
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Living out of a cardboard box Dragging it from place to place Huddled in masses to stay alive When the city took the steam away Waking up next to a dead best friend Tears pride from a mind all too easily |
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Living out of a cardboard box Dragging it from place to place Huddled in masses to stay alive When the city took the steam away When winter came and took my friends I knew I should go home again I went home at twenty-one A different man with a different view The door that you slammed in my face Told me I was dead to you I’ll have to make it for myself There’s no one else to share my hell Not as much impact as what you wrote, but it fit the meter better... ![]()
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Here is the whole rewrite. It's already been recorded.....
I left home at 16 years old With a chip on my shoulder and something to prove I thought I knew it all back then And there were no limits to what I could do But the road I walked wasn’t mine to choose The life I lead left so much to lose I found myself in trouble With nowhere to run, and nowhere to turn Living under a bridge with a bottle Such a hard lesson for a boy to learn I found it all so easily Now where can I go before it gets to me? (Chorus) Living this life is not what I wanted Twisted and tortured; hassled and haunted Taken down by the pride that I flaunted Living this life is not what I wanted Living out of a cardboard box Dragging it from place to place Huddled in masses to stay alive When the city took the steam away When winter came and took my friends I knew I should go home again I went home at twenty-one A different man with a different view The door that you slammed in my face Told me I was dead to you I’ll have to make it for myself There’s no one else to share my hell
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Post it? Would like to hear it.
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http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/eddiestoreymusic.htm I like what I did with it, I just feel I dropped the ball on the singing...
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I listened to the song. I like the way it turned out. Keep up the good work. Since you posted a recording of your song, I guess I'll wait until I get a chance to record a demo of my version of your song before posting my lyrics. That may be quite a while from now.
Funny how two songs on the same subject and sharing a few of the same words can turn out so differently. My message is similar to yours but the ending is different and my song sounds completely different from yours. Unfortunately, it may be months before I can show you what I mean. In the meantime.... Keep writing, Don
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Don Turner To compete with your contemporaries is wasted energy. Be better than yourself. (apologies to William Faulkner) Writer's block only occurs when the fingers are not close enough to the keyboard. Inspiration seldom comes to he who waits. |
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Just listening to it. There's a lot of Steve Earle in this
![]() Clearly it's a good song, so having acknowledged that you know what you're doing, can I make some points that you can choose or reject? First is, the whole sound / style doesn't sit with the lyric. It's professional, soft rock/blues. the lyric is tortured and the music is soft. Second is, there is no progression sound wise, first verse sounds same as the last. Music doesn't match the huge change in the guy's life. Anyway, just my 2p. Nice job and thank you for the listen. |
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Thanks Garry, and Don for the listen and encouragement!
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