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.

Comments

[burt]

is this the real life?
or is this just fantasy?

oh wait.

Burt (still 100% STD free) Trub

[Guest1000]

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

[Guest1000]

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

[aloha]

Don't go near me, I don't want to be unveiled
I'll stay in the shadow where I can be nailed

[aloha]

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

[drunk_at_noon]

follow her down to a bridge by the fountain, where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies

[Jonathan Kolmorgan]

There's viciousness in living from week to week
When the Lord is waiting, playing hide and seek

[stonestoneto]

I was from I started having crashing down and saw by helping I even from were the best, were told he got trees

[master baker]

I am a Master baker
If you say it fast ten times
You will see Im not a faker
And hell this even rhymes

[Nikhil]

The computer is but a little matchbox,
and the mouse close by, is everything but a fox.

[jeffrey]

I ran through the falling snow
It made me want to say no

[TMac]

I ran through a moonless night.
The forest in your eyes held me tight.

[darko]

http://s5.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=37002

[Eric]

I'm sitting in the corner, in the shadows, with my beer
A little bit disturbed about what I'm seeing here

[placebo]

Hook:

She took off with my tender teddy
You know that teddy wasn't mine

[pay attention]

It takes time to build a village,
It takes longer to build a life.

[Chloe]

Flamingos and embryoes floated above

Your house, underneath, where we shared our love

(hook?)

[Mark]

Like a shimmering Fire Truck, missing a shoe

all noise and excitement, incongruous you

[Steve]

"A thousand snowflakes fall to the ground,
While the rabid weasels gathered round."

[J]

"We drank caffinated apathy on the shores of the moon,

and pondered the fate that would follow us soon."

-J

[mormnguy]

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.

[Pat]

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.)

[Jan]

“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."

[DeafLEGO]

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...

[mike delaney]

You’re heading for the checkout zone
You’re gonna leave me all alone

[dstryallhumans]

I'm really hoping the delay in your next post is due to the fact you are currently arranging and recording a hit album with all of our suggestions.

[Bri]

---She had dreamy blue eyes and I was so smitten/ Til she bit off my head like I was a marshmallow kitten.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED UNDER US AND EU COPYRIGHT LAWS. THE USE OF THESE LYRICS IS EXPRESSLY PROHIBITED WITHOUT THE PRIOR WRITTEN AUTHORIZATION OF ITS AUTHOR AND HIS MOTHER

[NekoIncardine]

And then I wonder why I wrote this song,
But I look at her and then I just carry on.

[Jason]

You know, I really liked the daily posts. I know that you haven't been too successful at turning blog hits to dollars, and I realize that it takes a bit of time each day to blog, however I know I would pay 5$/year for access to a premium site that (guaranteed/shot for) say 300 posts per year. You could post still once or twice a week for free to lure in new customers.

There are likely more people just like me. Just a thought.

[joselito cachacero]

Feel free to post something new each 3 days...

[Bundy]

Chorus:

My heart is burning with deep desire,
Love fuels my belly fire.

[Skippy]

More lyrics:

water eyes follow crimson plumes
blowing time through the soul's monsoon

[Bruce Harrison]

Main theme (C/W version):

“She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.

My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.

She left me roped in like red calves in a stable,

And now my nose glows like Rudolph on my cable."

[Skippy]

Slam the peaches, pineapple pie
She had stardust lips tripping the sky

Just part of the lyrics

[Ron Davison]

The generation that grew up listening to gibberish in lyrics seems content to see it in presentations. Maybe, post-PowerPoint presentations will just cut straight to the "huh?" factor and include music and lyrics and interpretative dance.
Oh, and the lyrics?

She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.
My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.”

She said she'd expressed her affection by carrier pigeon
Wasn't much to say, she only loves me a smidgen.

[smee]

"She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.

My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.”

Regular verse:

Her pink delicious ears could hear the clapping of the doves.
When I saw her face I put on my boxing gloves.

[Lithara]

Lyrics:

They say you can go broke saving money,
Let's go broke together, honey....

yep, that's all I got. ^_^

[Dave]

The KLF went one step further than your blog and wrote all of this up as "The Manual". It was their guide to getting a #1 single (it's more about marketing and stealing off other people than writing lyrics) and it's a cracking read.

[johnmac]

My Favorite nonsense lyrics are from the Cult song "Aphrodisiac Jacket"

excerpts:

"Sittin' on a mountain, looking at the sun
Plastic fantastic lobster telephone"

"Aphrodisiac jacket
Napoleon machine gun"

yeah now that's song writing.

[Steve]

Pussycat pleasures, so soft to the touch
I never knew I loved her that much

Hook
(credit to my room-mate - they're his lines)

[Mokkery]

Ha! I just wrote this based on the titles of the last few blog entries:

“The famous artist’s golden age and Johnny wants his “K”
With God, the prez, vacation man, not blogging every day.”

[Dianne]

The sounds of the summer, the smell of the sea
The colors of sunset, the distance to me

[Greg]

I feel the world is turning without me
A darkened room without the happy tree

Wherever it fits

[auguste X]

"I Tried so hard,
and got so far,
but in the end,
it doesn't even matter"

Linkin park

[Brian]

"All the late night bargains have been struck Between the satin beaus and their belles And prehistoric garbage trucks "

This is a Dire Straits song. How unoriginal. unless your Mark Knoppler this shouldn't be posted with how saying whop it is from.

i.e.

"Cheating cheaters cheat the cheating for the truthiness of being"

Truthiness from Steven Colbert, or one of his striking, striking workers. Cheating cheater, can't remember where I heard that. See not much original material, but some retribution.

[AngelicA]

I laughed so hard at my cotton candy
that in the end tasted like brandy.

where brandy is not a girl,
now that would give the song
a kinky twirl.

ooh ooh...living next door to Alice.
from Dilbert.

:D

[dado]

Scott, it looks fine !
can you please write a lyric for the Spain national anthem, using your rules ?

Spanish Olimpic Comitee is looking for lyrics to sing with our national anthem (currently, just music)
I think we can cope with english lyrics!
Could be great

[Bob]

There is another approach to writing big hits without thought. Do what "The Bangles" did. They clearly said the words "Walk like an Egyptian," but mumbled everything else.

This is one of the reasons I like Iron Maiden. Their songs tell coherent stories, and they annunciate their words. They don't hide behind mumbles like most singers and bands. I like Belinda Carlisle and Pat Benatar for these reasons too.

[vr]

And as we choked on our own fear's pollution
The apple candy shouted: "It's me I am the solution!"

[Chairman B.]

ddelphi42, if you're going to post the lyrics of a Dire Straits song you should at least attribute.

[Arby]

Not very good lyrics but then I am not stoned and flipping a bird at society.

This holds my heart where slippery cubs live

Longing for them to sleep and forgive

[Julian]

(regular or hook)
Oh starry, starry,starry night
Swirling, twirling, spinning so bright

[ShaunL]

Now all I see are ten thousand clocks wound down
Cos you're not around, oh not around...oh yeah...baby

bay-bee, yeah!

na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, Yeah!

and so on and so on. Seems to me you can get away with a load of old pants provided the music carries it along.

Must just pull you up on #2. Grammatically Correct? You're just not FEELING the spirit of Rock'n'Roll, are you Scott?

[miming]

She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,' though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass and forced her to agree

[Tor Magnus]

Naughty becky, are you trying to take credit for a Dire Straits song or did you forget to prepend "Dire Straits: Your Latest Trick"? An incredibly nice song with a haunting melody which they do so well. :)

The nice thing about lyrics like that it that they can mean anything to anyone. It's like Tarot card readers, it's all about interpretation.

On that note, here is a little description of how unique we all are, courtesy of Darren Brown.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=haP7Ys9ocTk

[Dean]

She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.
My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.

The fridge rattled in and opened its door
I reached for a beer but fell on the floor.

[Ethan]

Firecracker heart exploding in the desert
Submarine emotions below the surface
A knife in my hand and a knife in my back
The only love, kind of make-or-break starlight.
Oooooooooo!
Oooooo!
OOOO!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Lalalalala
Lalalalal
Laaaaalaaaalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[Ethan]

Darkness is born of enlightenment;
So is the heart and the soul.
Change is the glowing black candle
In a dusty old mine of coal.

[Oz Bloke]

I heard a whisper once that American Pie by Don McLean was written to prove the words have nothing to do with a song's success. Obviously the lyrics mean nothing... but it's a groovy song.

[Wendy]

Scott, have you ever heard of Tom Lehrer? I feel like you might like him. He very much looked up to Gilbert and Sullivan's abilities to write lyrics. He is the one who sang "The Elements" to the tune of "Modern Major General," you know, the one that goes

"There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium,
And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium,
And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium,
And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium,
Europium, zirconium, lutetium, vanadium,
And lanthanum and osmium and astatine and radium,
And gold and protactinium and indium and gallium,
And iodine and thorium and thulium and thallium."

And that's only the first verse. In his songs he rhymes things like "try and hide" and "cyanide." Email me if you want the rest of his songs.

[Oz Bloke]

I heard a whisper once that American Pie by Don McLean was written to prove the words have nothing to do with a song's success. Obviously the lyrics mean nothing... but it's a groovy song.

[Gord]

You stood there stammering insane comments,
Your eyes as wide as a mountaintop,
And then you did it, you began to vomit,
And I was sure you'd do a belly flop!

But while it was quite the mess,
At least you didn't fall from grace,
And although you showed no finesse,
You did wipe the muck off your face...

[AllWalker]

I made this realisation years ago when listening to Evermore's "It's Too Late" when it first came out. Catchy song, I enjoyed it immensely and it was very popular.

The lyrics? Beautiful, wonderful nonsense.

Slow down, you're moving too fast,
Go home, you'll feel better for it,
Oh boy, you better stop dreaming
It's all in your head

Words to live by, in my books. Whatever they mean.

[Sondra]

We laughed and cried at the moon
Too in love to eat with a spoon

[Ville]

Heh KLF was famous (in Europe, anyway) for making a mockery of rhe whole lyrics business. Of course those guys were pretty insane, burning a million pounds and all, but still, their lyrics were true nonsense and they had several number one hit singles in the UK.

They even published a book called: The Manual (How to Have a Number One [Hit] the Easy Way)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Manual

[Joe]

I'm sorry Scott, but from a musician/songwriter/lyricist, you kind of suck. Most songwriters work their lyrics around the music that they've written. I know from experience that once you have some chords and a melody, fragmented ideas and words start to come together. They mean something but they don't necessarily make total sense. The point of lyrics is to get across a little something extra that you feel in the music.

Your opening lyrics remind me of '80s metal and hard rock. They are reminiscent of a failed attempt at pretentiousness. Your words seem really forced and the words don't flow at all. A lot of times the most important part of lyrics are rhythm and believe it or not the vowel sounds. It's not easy to end a phrase with "-ittens." It just doesn't work in english.

If you want a gibberish song, listen to "I am the Walrus." John Lennon purposely wrote that song to be as cryptic and meaningless as possible, but it sounds great. Part of it is Lennon's sense of artistic quality. Even in his attempts at writing nonsense, he could discriminate between good gibberish and bad gibberish. "I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together." That works on so many levels. It doesn't make sense on the most obvious levels, but it conveys emotions and it flows like silk.

The lyrics need to be oblique enough so as that they don't convey an immediate mental image. Instead, the information needs to be processed in a more abstract manner by the brain. It's about emotion, not meaning. Kittens, mittens, gays, marshmallows and hearts all mean too much on their own to be meaningless. "Corporation T-shirt, Stupid bloody Tuesday, man you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long." The ideas are all separate and abstract but the juxtaposition together means something without Lennon intending it to.

Lennon wanted people to stop reading so much into their songs and so he wrote this song to be nonsense. Whether he realized it or not, he still wrote a song that was just as powerful. The song had no direct logic or meaning, but it had something that strikes a chord with the human psyche.

Also, your choice of words themselves is nonsense. The fact that most lyrics don't make sense is derived from the juxtaposition of fragmented ideas placed together. Your lyrics themselves don't even present a coherent idea. And the word "thousand" is just really hard to work in to any song. It's one of those words like "cholesterol." Your first line isn't terrible, but "heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay kittens...," it's just so hard to say!

I apologize for my treatise on writing lyrics, but just because it's gibberish doesn't mean it's easy. People can easily spot forced words and cliches. I once wrote an entire song based on scenes from "Where's Waldo?" books. It sounds good, and it really wasn't easy to do. And the lyrics sound deep. Maybe they are. The meaning is whatever the listeners take from it.

[Frozen_Cannuck]

"She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.
My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens."

Lyrics:
My mind wandered canals of bananas, so flacid.
For her love was tainted like a brainfart on acid.

[D. Mented]

against a dark blue background on a roof of grey slate
you sit and play harmonica and watch the sky and wait
...D. Mented

[Brant Boucher]

Machine music Machine music
Rock to the machine Flock to the machine
Big Brother loves you either way
It's all been done You've all been done
Big Brother has done you all
It's 1984 every day low prices
Wally-Mart is cutting cutting every day
Undercutting your price in every way
Cutting your individuality away
Big Brother loves you every day

[H-Lo]

She walked with a strut and a shake and a shimmy
She's always plugged in to her new iPod mini

mmmmmm, product placement......

[Chris Benson (Asparagus Pee Guy)]

This is actually the first verse of one of my own real songs:

Ev'ry time I look in the mirror,
I see a diff'rent side of me I've never seen before,
and I wonder what it means to me.

Ev'ry time I look out the window,
I see a diff'rent place that I have never been before,
and I wonder what it means to me.

[Don]

Cartoon rockets spin in the mold
Spaying the tempters while singing
Never laundering rainbows so cold
Lamenting the grass still ringing

[A.A.]

This post is funny, because you missed the point and the whole bunch of commentators did the exercise you assigned to them in vain. The point is not to write gibberish, but write the lyrics that make women to scream. If you read the book called “The art of seduction” about “Rake” character you would remember that “…it is form that matters, not the content.” And again this “language is demonic because it is designed not to communicate or convey information but to … stir emotional turmoil, much as the serpent in the Garden of Eden used words to lead Eve into temptation.”
So, when you see women screaming after you, then you can say that you are a “talented lyricist” and not just a gibberish writer.

[derek]

Lying still in a king size bed
Thoughts of dreams run through my head

for becky: gibberish is pronounced with a soft "g", like in "Georgia".

[derek]

Lying still in a king size bed
Thoughts of dreams run through my head

for becky: gibberish is pronounced with a soft "g", like in "Georgia".

[Cobra]

Bridge (last verses before the chorus, could be part of a bigger bridgr):

Alive but negated, like a blueberry brute
Felt her words, obfuscated, and ignited the newt.

[RavenBlack]

While lyrics are generally gibberish, the rhythm is important. Most of the commenters have totally awful unusable rhythm, but your original example isn't great either. It's tricky to dissect precisely why, because the number of syllables is okay - they're just not the right *length* of syllables. "A thousand" rather than "ten thousand" would work better. Or you could change the syllable count by dropping 'gay', which would be rhythmically much better (and would need to be ten thousand then, because the emphasis would be moved to the 'ten').

[Hacker Kitty]

leaving the silk we shied from the stray
finding a torch to look for the way

we sailed with wisdom ghosts had lost
a soft pale mist came down to accost

the dark of the ditch had cast us to mirth
we lost all we had and gained all we're worth

but lifeblood is left replacing the past
we wheeled through the skies until our last

very fun... and addictive

[fosin]

I feel our love is starting to sour,
the top speed of a chicken is about 9 miles per hour.

[Hacker Kitty]

after reading the lot, common words seem to be:
butterfly
rock
tear

i forgot to say, mine is just normal lyrics.

[Hacker Kitty]

leaving the silk we shied from the stray
finding a torch to search for the way

[JD]

Shouldn't today's Dilbert punch line be "You have the STENCH of unimportance"?

[matthijs]

I opened the door and there she stood,
only in her ondergoed

[Chris]

Scott, you have made me believe that the Writers strike can be broken if you do a similar exercise for a TV show. All you have to do is start off the first 2 lines of a show, and let your readers write the rest (I have had my suspicions that most episodes of Prison Break were written this way...how else can you explain it?).

Bravo Strike-breaker!

[Sher]

She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.
My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.
Her back was hirsute, it cried out for a laser,
I decided instead to just freakin' tase her.

[B-Dawg]

Scott
I found this article on Wikipedia after reading about McCarthyism. I see a similarity between some of your detractors comments in other posts and this type of argument.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Straw_man

[Kate]

lyrics:
I took to my room and clotheslined my wishes,
The carpet was foggy, the window suspicious.

[Okgenuine3.1]

She left me, it's true; it's taken a toll.
Now I just watch my cholesterol.

Posted by: Incontinental

ROFL. I couldn't possibly beat that.

[Guru Rawam]

That is why I am amazed that the Beatles are THAT famous.

[JeffM]

"She was a subtle as velvet sunshine,
She had a way of having what was mine."

I like this!

[Erich]

I stroked my cock, then I thought

Fa la la la, la la laciou

[Tiago Andrade]

“I am the one who walks among the flies
Lost in a pit of never-said goodbyes”

I think they’ll work better as regular lines.

[Nimrod]

I don't want to hear the bad MP3 some nerd is going to end up making out of all this.

[Alice in Wonderland]

He's got goo goo eye balls
He's one holy roller

OMG, its true!

[Captn Rob]

Lyrics

“She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.

My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.”

Eyes deep sweet and inviting hide, ice cold heart and soul
Booze, sex and candy. Sounds of a stiletto's death knoll

[Marc]

Her basket was full of intentional lies.
She looks up in the sky with a river of sighs.

[GJC]

There once was a man from Nantucket...

oops! sorry, wrong contest...

[Random Observer]

Examining only the "two line" rule, only 125 posters out of 225 (at the time I checked) were able to follow instructions.

Of course, the rest aren't morons--they're just liberated thinkers...yeah, that's it...

[JoKeel]

"She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.
My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.”

Her uterus throttled, her kidneys a-quiver
When I thought of her spleen, it made me shiver

[Private Ryan]

It's a pie, not a jug of lemon-squash that gazes inurbanely at my leftover entrails
Woe betide me that your loin fruits are smudged and inarticulate

[Twitch of the Death Nerve]

Doesn't this little experiment only prove that that was something else going on in the lyrics of your favorite songs even though they may sound a little stupid?

[Captn Rob]

Chorus

Dance Monkeys, Dance Monkeys, Dance Monkeys, Dance.
The geek whose a whore is deep in his trance.

Random Lyrics

I'm off the grid, a care free nuclear louse.
Am I planning your party, or bombing your house?

[smee]

She had elephant ears and some pearly white doves,

When I saw her face I put on my boxing gloves.

[Dmitry]

Syncing with the velvet Sun, her eyes never run
With tears and fall, oh fall my cholesterol.

[GLK]

She's got a cartoonist's heart
She don't care if I fart

Existentially she is me
Don’t gotta shake after I pee

But I do, cuz I love the we
That makes us our own company

[Johnboy]

I was stunned by the betrayal in her eyes
like e-coli in one of your favourite pies

bridge to chorus I think
(Couldn't resist it)

[Catspaw]

These lines could follow the opening:

But reality swung in like a glass of bricks
And everyone glared - I'm an emotional hick.

[Nick]

we wound up the strings of our Peruvian hour
feasting on the breeze from the cinnamon tower

this may be a second line in one of the verses, or not.

I'm picturing an F, Gm, A#, A chord progession here. anyone else have an idea for the music?

[Cactus Jack]

Borrowed from Kirsty MacColl

It's all over now please don't tease
The Pigeons shiver in the naked trees

[Joel Coehoorn]

There's already a song that uses this, but it's good enough I thought I'd include it here:

Explain the kind of change /
That'd make a Deadhead sell his van /
That'd make a vegetarian barbecue hampster

[Jeff]

The RSS click-through is still pissing me off on my slow-ass connection.

[rita mae]

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did grye and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Oops. Sorry that's already been done by Lewis Carroll. Always did love it, tho.

Rita (the plagiarist) Mae

[Joe]

Lyric

Only time will tell if our love will stand the test of time.

(actually stolen from Van Halen, I am sure the lifted it from someone else).

[Steven]

"Swimming in this alcoholic haze,
Living in these alcoholic days"

[Jonathan Kolmorgan]

I think the magic in it is that none of us can actually write a Beatles song. (Oh, read in British accent) :)

[David]

To dance upon a thousand years
Gently drowning in your tears

Part of the lyrics

[Mitch]

I couldn't help noticing that this post was filed under "General Nonsense".Just like the one before it, the one before the one before and all their family.

So you really *DO* have the talent to write lyrics :-)

[Boozeheimer]

I have been working on a song for quite a while already. Here is the title: "You are my sugar baby honey love sweetheart". I didn't get further yet, but I am convinced it has the potential to end up high in the charts one day...
;-)

[Matt]

In a whiplash Cutlass high toned for the big ride
Never thinking for braking pouring through the country side

[Matthew Kovich]

Will never the Kitten-God dance for his dinner?
Nay, he licks his chops, and will feast on the sinner.

[Anonymous]

Lemonade retrograde eating peanuts in the shade.
Pretty maid renegade, hold my pants while I get laid.

[Mike]

her breast quivered like a quail in the road
but I was too wrapped up to meet her silk glased skin

[Jabba]

Regular lyrics

We run straight into the darkness
And then ride on velvet-draped asses.

[Phil]

Regular lyrics.

Everywhere she went, clouds parted.
Old cowboys whisled and cows farted.

[Bob]

She's a beautiful gal
You all should have seen her
In fact, the thought of her now
Makes me play with my wiener

I'm here all week, folks.....try the veal

[Paul Dove]

In an earlier comment Aki mentioned the way that David Bowie uses words picked at random from a hat to write lyrics. This technique of using fragments, maybe even individual words, from a previously written piece of text is called the cut-up technique.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cut-up_technique

It dates back to the 1920s when, at a surrealist rally, Tristan Tzara offered to create a poem on the spot by pulling words out of a hat.

[Embrodak]

How about

There is a Lady who's sure all that Glitters is Gold and she's buying a stairway to Heaven.

When she get's there she knows that the stores are all closed, with a word she can get what she came for.

[Bill]

All the silliness causes sensation

What ever happened to the penis fixation?

[grimalk1n]

She went on after the sun went down
Morning and smell of the Chinatown
I bleeded my tears far away
Watch out, there's another day
In the city of lies

(it could be hook)

[andrew w]

"I think McCartney was speaking for himself, none of his songs make sense unless you are a 7 year-old"
Robert

Are you sure?
Are you sure his songs aren't actually awesome?

Your day breaks, your mind aches
There will be times when all the things she said
Will fill your head
You won't forget her
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

[PaulyB]

If one day you run from the high-chested man,
Forever you'll live in a green caravan.

(Stick 'em in wherever. Actually before the intro would be good. No instruments to dilute the message, man)

[Ringelnatz]

The horse inside me flew away
The blackbirds in my head could stay.

[ben may]

towering clouds reflect in my eyes
as i stare through the world to ten thousand skies

[Podders]

The economy is dying and the people are bloated
but what the hell I went ahead and voted

[Tim]

Lyrics:

Like whales, falling from the oceans
I stuff my bags, full of emotions

[gordon_goosemonster]

Cornflakes, cornflakes, cornflakes, cornflakes.
Cornflakes, Cornflakes, Cooooorrrnnnnflakes.

[Jarrod]

Cholesterol, all those burgers seemed so unhealthy
Now it looks as though there here to stay
Oh, I believe in great pate

Cord on bleu, its made me twice the man I used to be
With white wine sauce and lots or brie
Oh cholesterol cam suddenly

Why, I had to eat I don't know chef wouldn't say
I served something wrong now I long for a good cafe

Cholesterol, it was such an easy thing to eat
Now I need a place, a health retreat
Oh I believe in surgery

Why, I had to eat I don't know chef wouldn't say
I served something wrong now I long for a good cafe

Yesterday I had a really good souffle
now I need a place to cook my steak
Oh I should have some nice sorbet
Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm

[JR]

Hahaha,

"1. Write no more than two lines. "

It was so damn clear, that you´d find some wannabe idols that would only be waiting to throw their full load of cr.p at us without taking your starting lines in consideration....

[simon]

Baby come on over tonight
We'll do anything but fight .....

If you want to see giberish look at meatloaf lyrics ..

[Venkat]

Regular:
the sky looked like it was about to cry
thinking of it made me give it a try

[Gaurav Aggarwal]

that I just keep turning around my bed
feel myself restless
http://preps.youmarks.com/forum
http://chelaram.blogspot.com

[ahhbee]

I said my name was Col Esterol,
as we enjoyed the view.
She said "Hi Col Esterol,
- that can't be good for you."

[Listo Cómics]

I think you should also add the words "heart" and a "dream" and a couple of sentences finnished with "you". It helps with the rythm.

Maybe:

"I want you, I dream you
My heart is looking for you
Doh-doh-doh"

[Danial W. Goober, esq]

And then the cupid-like gnome
screamed "Don't try this at home!"

[the man in the trout mask]

electric tapioca squeezed through the grill of uncertainty
languid like an alligator on the lam
we laughed - we yawned
our belts were pawned
as we ricocheted our way past eternity

[Danial W. Goober, esq]

She looked lovely in her sweater
'cause her butt cheeks were a-twitter

[T Simic]

Uh, Scott, 'cholesterol' is perfect for a Brit-pop song title. And an endlessly repeating chorus line...

"Feels like a hurricane tearing up my soul,
Your love is like cholesterol, ooh cholesterol."

Aren't you humming it already?

[Richard]

And she was sick of every cliched rhyme
Repeated to her time after time,
That in fact, she considered it an offensive crime
To turn obvious bullshit into something sublime.

[Danial W. Goober, esq]

It was the time of my life, pulling that thread
Needle to needle, our love wasn't dead.

[Danial W. Goober esq]

I wondered aloud if I should fill the flame
While she started the car and inducing such pain.

[jerry w.]

Nothing better than country western for weird lyrics:

If you won't leave me alone,
I'll find someone who will.

How can I miss you
if you won't go away.

There's a hole in the mattress,
and I'll meet you in the spring..

Don't let the screen door hit you,
where the good lord split you.

I could go on, but then I'd have to kill myself.

http://boskolives.wordpress.com/

[Alucard]

Keeping the dream alive,
working from 9 to 5.

[jmc]

For some reason I'm reminded of a little poem I wrote when fairly young. I think it counts:

Once upon a tyme,
I tried to wryte a rhyme.
It didn't work,
It didn't work,
It wasn't worth a dyme.

This one just came to me:

Seeing the cat think deep thoughts,
Makes me miss my dog.

(don't tell my cat I said that though!)

[Joe]

She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.

My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.”

Alone in the sky filled with dandelion flowers

Playing on violins in dazed purple bowers

All you need is what I got
What you got is all I need

Take me now out of the musics green hold

Those runaway eyes all caught up in the fold

Love is a place seldom visited often left

The clowns all came and showered us in jest

All you need it what I got
What you got is all I need

Deep man.

[Do.Gbert]

Yep. U2 has made a career of pretentious nonsensical gibberish.

[Amber]

And she stuffed my soul with the cotton of time;
When the city shakes again, we'll be fakin' in the blind.

(lyrics)

[mattpatt]

All night long I dream she calls,
breaks my heart like waterfalls.

or maybe

The burning cold engulfs my head,
chest, legs, sofa, bed

[praetorian]

Allicorn wrote:
If you confess with your mouth Jesus is Lord
And believe in your heart God raised Him from the dead you will be saved

Ok, nonesense indeed but it should at least RHYME!!!

Confess dat Jesus is Lord wid your mouth
God will take you to Heaven, when you go south

See?

[Iliya Sheikin]

I improvise and then improve
The music gets your mind to move

[Shan]

Call the last man to the front of the gate
Spaghetti falls from the sky and lands on my plate

[Jonathan Kolmorgan]

Lift me up by my ankles, so I can see the world from a different view.
A part of me is missing, and that part of me is you.

[Dylan]

Lyrics:

"Me and her, her and me
our love is golden like a ficus tree"

[Imran]

I love you like a goat on mountain
so alone and no where to run
Go America

[Kim]

y'know, there's nonsensical gibberish, and then there's tryhard nonsensical gibberish that sucks ;)

to prove my point, here is my sucky contribution (screamed rather than sung, repetitively with some loud bass and electronic distortion in the background, until all the people currently in the room, leave it)

o/~
IDENTITY VALIDATED, YOU MAY PROCEED
TO THE LAND OF MCCARTNEY, WHERE BEATLES FEED
o/~

-k.

[Parikshit]

"many roads untaken, many issues to skirt
my life as loveless and lonely as dilbert"

scott, good choice of topic to blog on...I have suspected this "secret" for a while. great idea, though. hats off.

[Chris Brown]

I love our limpid time together
Without you I would just untether

[Andy Coulter]

Run tailor and greek and heavenly farted

These geeks cum seek seem really retarded

[Steve]

The truck in the rainbow was her favorite drug
She kissed the beaver but she needed a hug

[Ari]

“She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.
My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.”

She turned the clock around, and boy was I smitten.
She caught me on the way to see green lizards shittin.

I woke up the next morning hoping yesterday would stay
It was two miles to heaven which was ten miles away.

I couldn't pretend I wasn't being real.
She had the heart of a lima bean and garbanzos of steel.

Oooh oooh garbanzo's of steel!
Oooh oooh do you think they are real?

Gaaarrbaaanzoes of steeeel!
Gaaarrbaaanzoes of steeeel!

Everybody!

[Mark Whybird]

When it's time for your life to be brought to the front
will you even remember the thrill of the hunt?

[spannerotoole]

ddelphi42

Unless your name is mark knoppfler, these are not your lyrics

[spannerotoole]

At the foot of the mountain, at the root of mankind
Like the breath of this frozen child, lost in space and time.

-- Jimmy McCarthy

[reebo snort]

She screamed, "Pass the old El Paso"
Or are you some kind of knucklehead?

[Klaus Kaan]

Erhm ..... I have no imagination at all when it comes to this kind of stuff.
Sorry about that Scott.

[Brian Schimpf]

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

[LanceThruster]

"Green ideas sleep furiously",
I said as she eyed me curiously.

- a hook of course

[apologies to Noam Chomsky]

[Tutu]

The body of an angel, with a face like an old tyre,
So don't look at the mantlepiece, while you're stoking the fire.

[kelly]

Sticky uppy hair and a curly-Q
Soda pop, pop rocks, mountain dew

[Quantum_Flux]

Oh, the mushroom is spooging out nutrients in that comic strip, and wally the (mwahaha!) I got it now!

[Quantum_Flux]

I want to try some feng shui ku:

Cosmo's a fat dog, a fat dog, a fat dog;
cosmo's a fat dog, and his legs are toothpics!

Cool! Hey, how about those nutrients in that dilbert strip, Scott!? Is that indicating that mushrooms eat your brains out, that the mushroom is going to dissolve wally, or that the zebra is going to eat the mushroom with wally inside it?

This must be one of those where you snook something past the editor.

[Makeshift Mama]

She's dizzying thing
Like a pearlescent ring

chorus

[Keith Wooly]

My wife's no historian,
She has trouble betwixt
The six wives of Henry VIII
And the eight wives of Henry VI

[Yurk Yurk]

Damn. Now I've got this marshmallow kittens song stuck in my head.

[Tracy O'Connell]

Her eyes came back but the kittens are gone
And I'm wondrin' how I got all these gay mittens on

Lyric

[MadMonk]

"The muck, its self-serving,
but you hear the crowd yearning."

Meh, just as good as any I guess.

[Derek]

just part of the lyrics

"There she was, sitting on a cupcake.
I am wondering, is the frosting chocolate"

[dayj]

The dust bunnies cry
for a wiener blown to smittens.

[Scotty Doesn't Know]

When I saw her at the Cinnabon
She told me I was the one

[Nathan]

I dreamed that I baked the perfect song.
But in the morning the words tasted wrong.

eh? eh? pretty good gibberish.

[dayj]

The dust bunnies cry
for a heart blown to smittens.

[Robert Hamilton]

That's when I knew I'd never know
That's how I know, Oh No, Oh Oh...

(obviously a hook, or verse)

[Steve]

The problem being, of course, the you know MUSIC. What melody do you want?. When I read your lines Scott, I seem to be hearing a cross between Elton John doing McCartneys Lucy in the Sky and Julie Andrews singing about her favourite things.

Dunno if that's a hit, but it sure is doing interesting stuff to my head.

[Marco]

"I wanna know what's that chip on your shoulder,
Why am I in the mud and you're standing on a boulder?"

regular lyrics.

[Chris Hulley]

Lyrics

Delectable thirst made a lush out of me
As I slaked the worst with her rush of degree

Nothing compared to The Master (Bruce Springsteen) though ...

http://www.preterhuman.net/texts/lyrics_and_music_related/unsorted_lyrics/blinded_by_the_light.txt

(Please stop reading at this point as the two line limit is about to be violated ...)

With a twist of her wrist she tried and just missed
Leaving me alone at the door
She's a bitch, and that's rich but she smells of the witch
Who abandoned me in heaven before.

No rights reserved ....

[Bundy]

Regular lyrics:

Deep in her thighs where I cry, and sigh, and die a litte bit,
The whole world swells, like bells, from hell, so full of shit.

[MHH]

She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.
My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.”
The kittens wore mittens in a vibrant display,
Their tails swishing proudly, declaring “We’re gay!”

[A Different Scott]

Just some lyrics:

Walkin' around, looking for who knows what
When I find what I found when I stride and I strut

[John]

Chorus:

Following, wandering listening hard.
Wondering why, the pie is all gone.

http://awritersblock.com

[Adam]

"Two knives in the back and it's all in my head,
Humiliation and betryal remain to be said."

Regular or hook, works for both.

[kman]

“She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.

My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.”

She whipped back her mane, so visciously smitten.

As if Purple Haze had never been written.

[Becky]

I didn't want to watch the sky,
I didn't want to hear her cry,
But you do have to do what you need to do
to get where you want to go

[ddelphi42]

All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
And prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes roars dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis and the whores
Are only taking calls for cash

I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

My door was standing open
Security was laid back and lax
But it was only my heart got broken
You must have had a pass key made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane
And you never did have the intelligence to use
The twelve keys handing off my chain

I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

Now it's past last call for alcohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord finally paid us all
The satin jazzmen have put away their horms
And we're standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left

I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

[Evelyn]

“She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.

My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens.”

She kissed like a monkey high on banana pies.
Roped in by its cream I'm undone by her lies.