
WATYF
...happier than you.
Hello...
I almost never post here..
(I'm always in the MP3 clinic.) But I just wanted to get some feedback on these lyrics. This is one of my few songs that is kind of a "storytelling" song, so I figured I'd see what kind of critique I would get on them.
If you want to listen to the song itself, you can check it out on my NWR site. The song is called "Roll".
Roll (copyright © 2002)
He rolls out the door.
Never looks to see the things that he has left behind.
She's sitting on the floor.
Afriad that she may never get it right.
He lights on the wind.
Never sells his heart to anything, or anyone.
So she hopes for the rain.
To wash away the rocks that tumble in his heart.
It's a sad sad song.
"But someone has to sing", he says.
It's bad bad low.
And I fear it's here to stay.
She lights in her eyes.
Sees visions that the future holds, she hopes unfold.
So He rolls out desire.
To show that he will never leave. He won't concede his life.
So she rolls out a prayer.
It's a tragic song.
But lies will only mask the pain.
It's a bad bad glow.
And there's nothing left to gain.
Where is my ladder to the sky.
Where are my wings so I can fly.
Where has my love's life gone.
Tell me what have I done.
He rolls out a chord.
To try to quench the never ending storyline.
She holds out a song.
The hand he needs, the word we seek,
For a broken world in need.
I actually wrote this a number of years ago and the words get rather simplistic at certain points ("wings so I can fly" etc.) But I believe it was my first attempt at writing this type of song, so I'm curious to see what other people's impressions of it are.
WATYF
I almost never post here..

If you want to listen to the song itself, you can check it out on my NWR site. The song is called "Roll".
Roll (copyright © 2002)
He rolls out the door.
Never looks to see the things that he has left behind.
She's sitting on the floor.
Afriad that she may never get it right.
He lights on the wind.
Never sells his heart to anything, or anyone.
So she hopes for the rain.
To wash away the rocks that tumble in his heart.
It's a sad sad song.
"But someone has to sing", he says.
It's bad bad low.
And I fear it's here to stay.
She lights in her eyes.
Sees visions that the future holds, she hopes unfold.
So He rolls out desire.
To show that he will never leave. He won't concede his life.
So she rolls out a prayer.
It's a tragic song.
But lies will only mask the pain.
It's a bad bad glow.
And there's nothing left to gain.
Where is my ladder to the sky.
Where are my wings so I can fly.
Where has my love's life gone.
Tell me what have I done.
He rolls out a chord.
To try to quench the never ending storyline.
She holds out a song.
The hand he needs, the word we seek,
For a broken world in need.
I actually wrote this a number of years ago and the words get rather simplistic at certain points ("wings so I can fly" etc.) But I believe it was my first attempt at writing this type of song, so I'm curious to see what other people's impressions of it are.
WATYF