Write a Hit Song
Recently I discovered I am a talented lyricist. This came as a big surprise to me.
It all came together when I realized most songs I enjoy are gibberish. I can TOTALLY write gibberish!
For decades I believed my favorite songs revolved around deep thoughts artistically embedded in metaphors and allusions. It turns out they were gibberish.
My first hint came after reading an interview with Paul McCartney. He admitted that most, if not all, Beatles songs were random words and thoughts strung together. I refused to believe it. So I checked online and read some of the Beatles songs. Holy crap! Gibberish! See for yourself:
http://www.beatleslyricsarchive.com/songs.php
Let's see if we can write a gibberish hit song together. Here are the rules:
1. Write no more than two lines.
2. Your lines should be grammatically correct.
3. It should sound like it might have deep meaning to someone else.
4. Avoid klunky sounding words. Velvet is good. Cholesterol is bad.
5. Specify whether your lines are a hook or just part of the regular lyrics.
6. It should seem to be part of a story about life or love but not too specific, so they can all be strung together later.
I'll kick it off with the first two song lines:
“She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.
My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.”
Go.
is this the real life?
or is this just fantasy?
oh wait.
Burt (still 100% STD free) Trub
Posted by: burt | April 22, 2008 at 03:43 PM
If u guys can come up with any lyrics for a song i could call "Don't Go" i'd be so happy i suck thats y
Guest
Posted by: Guest1000 | March 25, 2008 at 08:13 PM
If u guys can come up with any lyrics for a song i could call "Don't Go" i'd be so happy i suck thats y
Guest
Posted by: Guest1000 | March 25, 2008 at 08:13 PM
Don't go near me, I don't want to be unveiled
I'll stay in the shadow where I can be nailed
Posted by: aloha | February 23, 2008 at 04:46 PM
Don't go near me, I don't want to be unveiled
I want to stay in the shadow where I wouldn't be heard
Posted by: aloha | February 23, 2008 at 04:39 PM
follow her down to a bridge by the fountain, where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies
Posted by: drunk_at_noon | February 15, 2008 at 03:07 PM
There's viciousness in living from week to week
When the Lord is waiting, playing hide and seek
Posted by: Jonathan Kolmorgan | February 04, 2008 at 01:04 AM
I was from I started having crashing down and saw by helping I even from were the best, were told he got trees
Posted by: stonestoneto | January 26, 2008 at 01:17 PM
I am a Master baker
If you say it fast ten times
You will see Im not a faker
And hell this even rhymes
Posted by: master baker | January 25, 2008 at 02:18 PM
The computer is but a little matchbox,
and the mouse close by, is everything but a fox.
Posted by: Nikhil | January 24, 2008 at 04:14 AM
I ran through the falling snow
It made me want to say no
Posted by: jeffrey | January 22, 2008 at 12:00 PM
I ran through a moonless night.
The forest in your eyes held me tight.
Posted by: TMac | January 21, 2008 at 04:04 PM
http://s5.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=37002
Posted by: darko | January 21, 2008 at 03:04 PM
I'm sitting in the corner, in the shadows, with my beer
A little bit disturbed about what I'm seeing here
Posted by: Eric | January 21, 2008 at 09:37 AM
Hook:
She took off with my tender teddy
You know that teddy wasn't mine
Posted by: placebo | January 21, 2008 at 02:53 AM
It takes time to build a village,
It takes longer to build a life.
Posted by: pay attention | January 19, 2008 at 07:48 PM
Flamingos and embryoes floated above
Your house, underneath, where we shared our love
(hook?)
Posted by: Chloe | January 19, 2008 at 12:02 PM
Like a shimmering Fire Truck, missing a shoe
all noise and excitement, incongruous you
Posted by: Mark | January 18, 2008 at 06:52 PM
"A thousand snowflakes fall to the ground,
While the rabid weasels gathered round."
Posted by: Steve | January 18, 2008 at 04:43 PM
"We drank caffinated apathy on the shores of the moon,
and pondered the fate that would follow us soon."
-J
Posted by: J | January 18, 2008 at 02:09 PM
Living in wretchedness isn't too hard;
Ir's swimming in sugar and drowning in lard
Yodeling dandies come juggling pie
Bacon and eggs coming down from the sky
Numbers are dancing like sugarplums' feet
Aren't they all a scientists' treat?
Yelling at friends and kissing at babies
Misusing faith and hugging of trees
///That's all I have for now.
Posted by: mormnguy | January 18, 2008 at 10:38 AM
I remember that girl from Cairo
Who could make me stand up like an arrow.
(Hint to other readers -- believe it or not, to S.A. this should rhyme.)
Posted by: Pat | January 18, 2008 at 10:00 AM
“She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.
My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.”
(just lyrics)
"We knew we'd have it made and nothing could stop us.
But for the flood, we could drain the Acropolis."
Posted by: Jan | January 17, 2008 at 02:43 PM
He farted in his pants...
His underwears were too tight...
For the green gas to escape...
Until Papa lit a match...
KABOOM!!! his pants blew right off...
Posted by: DeafLEGO | January 17, 2008 at 02:41 PM
You’re heading for the checkout zone
You’re gonna leave me all alone
Posted by: mike delaney | January 17, 2008 at 01:51 PM