i love how you all have taken up this song idea and turned it into something that i would never have thought of myself.
and i like this style of writing...the lazy girl's way. i just post an idea and you all write it! very nice...
Aww Come on!
That's no fun . . .
The more, the merrier. Anybody? Everybody!
She has a cellphone? It's ringing?
Who could it be?
It's the rock that gives the stream its music . . . and the stream that gives the rock its roll.
Good idea for the next bit, Ken.....I suppose it depends on whether she answers or not.....
Hey Pearl, how's about YOU pick the best bits and put them into some kind of coherent order? or failing that, at least give us a clue as to what women do carry in their purses or handbags......
:D :D :D
Vic
"Sometimes the beauty of music can help us all find strength to deal with all the curves life can throw us." (D. Hodge.)
Hey Pearl, how's about YOU pick the best bits and put them into some kind of coherent order? or failing that, at least give us a clue as to what women do carry in their purses or handbags......
Yeh, Pearl, or the next song is going to be about football
and you have to contribute the majority of the lyrics.
So what's in the purse?
And where is your verse?
Ewwww I rhymed that accidental like.
It's the rock that gives the stream its music . . . and the stream that gives the rock its roll.
Your my new hero Pearl ,
I want to become that lazy :):):)
Add a verse to what is going on ...
We know you want to :)
Here is to you as good as you are
And here is to me as bad as I am
As good as you are and as bad as I am
I'm as good as you are as bad as I am
verse coming right up.
well soon. it's 6:30 a.m. here right now and i'm getting ready for work.
Oops I left out Slipperman's verses
which is an excellent start for the song:
She kept her world inside a bag
Carried on her shoulder
A potpourri of items,
Small, larger; new and older
Some are dear and some forgotten
Memories beyond a cost
If ever she were to lose one
A page from her life is lost
The faded pictures in her purse
People she once knew
The old flame, she once thought
"I'll end up back with you."
Holding the mirror to her face
To add a bit of make-up,
To help cover the tears and scars
Of yet another break-up
Digging further into her purse (or Digging again into her bag)
As if it really mattered
Brushed aside a tissue
All too worn and tattered
It once held the tears she shed
From an affair gone bad
Now it served as a reminder
Of that love she once had
Past the key to her apartment
The one (that) he returned
When he told her it was over
As far as he's concerned
I think that is everybody's . . .
No, wait.
We forgot someone's contribution.
Now who could she be? (Hint: She rhymes with "I'll get right on that")
It's the rock that gives the stream its music . . . and the stream that gives the rock its roll.
Another late contribution - this came to me last night after a few beers (surprise, surprise!)
An empty miniature brandy,
That was despatched with urgency,
For medicinal reasons only,
During some past emergency......
:D :D :D
Vic
"Sometimes the beauty of music can help us all find strength to deal with all the curves life can throw us." (D. Hodge.)
When the afore non-mentioned girl posts her verse,
I'll pull it all together.
And then we can pick it apart and put it back together.
This thing is turning into a ballad.
It's the rock that gives the stream its music . . . and the stream that gives the rock its roll.
HERE IT IS!!!
Finding the phone that was ringing
The ring tone was their song
She noticed it was him calling
He hadn't called for so long
When the afore non-mentioned girl posts her verse,
I'll pull it all together.
And then we can pick it apart and put it back together.
This thing is turning into a ballad.
Nope - this thing is turning into a SAGA!
:D :D :D
Vic
"Sometimes the beauty of music can help us all find strength to deal with all the curves life can throw us." (D. Hodge.)
OK, I've got this so far:
In Her Purse
She kept her world inside a bag,
Carried on her shoulder
A potpourri of items,
Small, larger, new and older
Some are dear and some forgotten
Memories beyond a cost
If ever she were to lose one,
A page from her life is lost
The faded pictures in her purse,
People she once knew
The old flame, she once thought,
"I'll end up back with you."
Holding the mirror to her face,
To add a bit of make-up,
To (help) cover the tears and scars,
Of her recent break-up
Digging further into her purse, (or Digging again into her bag)
As if it really mattered,
Brushed aside a tissue
All too worn and tattered
It once held the tears she shed
From an affair gone bad
Now it served as a reminder
Of that love she once had
Past the key to her apartment
The one (that) he'd returned
When he told her it was over
As far as he's concerned
An empty miniature brandy,
Dispatched in urgency,
For medicinal reasons only,
That heartbreak emergency
Finding the phone that was ringing
The ring tone was their song
A tune that told her he's calling
He hadn't called for so long
Anymore?
It's the rock that gives the stream its music . . . and the stream that gives the rock its roll.
Played in Am with a Good ol English voice ...
Where can we find a English man to record this ?
Do you know any Vic ?
:)
Here is to you as good as you are
And here is to me as bad as I am
As good as you are and as bad as I am
I'm as good as you are as bad as I am
Played in Am with a Good ol English voice ...
Where can we find a English man to record this ?
Do you know any Vic ?
I think we should hand off the whole mess to the Sunday Composer's Workshop and let them deal with it.
It's the rock that gives the stream its music . . . and the stream that gives the rock its roll.
Well - I AM an Englishman, and I am a member of the SCW - never let it be said that I stood by and did nothing while there was music to be written.....
I've actually opened a new topic here..... http://forums.guitarnoise.com/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=39549 so I could get the MP3 in the title of the thread.....
:D :D :D
Vic
"Sometimes the beauty of music can help us all find strength to deal with all the curves life can throw us." (D. Hodge.)