
demensia
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Is this good? I've been reading a book on songwriting and trying some of its suggestions.. like listening to baroque music while writing... Does this look like a usable song? Is there anything wrong or that I could change to make it better?
Thanks!
My Guitar Sings Through the Night.
My eyes won’t rest tonight.
There’s too much in my head
I lay upon the pillow
But I can’t stay in bed.
From my shoe I pull a pebble
And grab my old guitar
I know that it’s cold outside
But I wont be going far
I can’t stop my mind tonight
But the music comes to me
My guitar sings through the night
I need no company
The sky an open book of stars
The wind blows through my hair
Local pets run through the woods
It’s nice to get some air.
I sit myself upon the rock.
The moon shines off the lake.
I set my love upon my lap
Then I begin to play.
I can’t stop my mind tonight
But the music comes to me
My guitar sings through the night
I need no company
In the darkness I am peaceful.
This beauty fills my ears.
There’s no need for worry.
There’s no need for tears.
This is where I belong.
In this place alone.
For this moment time stands still.
I don’t want to go home.
Thanks!
My Guitar Sings Through the Night.
My eyes won’t rest tonight.
There’s too much in my head
I lay upon the pillow
But I can’t stay in bed.
From my shoe I pull a pebble
And grab my old guitar
I know that it’s cold outside
But I wont be going far
I can’t stop my mind tonight
But the music comes to me
My guitar sings through the night
I need no company
The sky an open book of stars
The wind blows through my hair
Local pets run through the woods
It’s nice to get some air.
I sit myself upon the rock.
The moon shines off the lake.
I set my love upon my lap
Then I begin to play.
I can’t stop my mind tonight
But the music comes to me
My guitar sings through the night
I need no company
In the darkness I am peaceful.
This beauty fills my ears.
There’s no need for worry.
There’s no need for tears.
This is where I belong.
In this place alone.
For this moment time stands still.
I don’t want to go home.