Hi All
Bit late on this one, but I found it quite difficult not to be cliché'd when writing a song about one of the most inspiration groups of our era...
So thought i'd write about them indirectly....
Still needs a heck of a lot of work, but I needed to get it down....
The Ghosts of Abbey Road
Lights dimmed in silence you may hear
Words and music playing softly in the ear
Freshly painted walls but the soul it still remains
Genius etched within the brickwork like a stain
The passing of the famous through its door
Four Liverpool lads made this a hallowed floor
Words sung perfection mixed an ageless melody
They'd make a better world to be for you and me
Singing strings of six, eight, twelve emerge from number three
Their brilliant minds together creating wondrous poetry
Skins tapped, cybal brushed some ivories may have yellowed
I listen to the voices of the ghosts of Abbey Road
Five Beatles on the cover one would never see
A masterpiece the last one or some say let it be
Simple it's in black and white a message so sublime
A final walk across a road the steps frozen in time
Fresh young faces slowly turning old
Foundations solid like the story that is told
Some here no more their ghosts laid to rest
In the silence of the studio the music sounds the best
Singing strings of six, eight, twelve emerge from number three
Their brilliant minds together creating wondrous poetry
Skins tapped, cybal brushed some ivories may have yellowed
I listen to the voices of the ghosts of Abbey Road
Thanks for reading.
Rock on!
D 8)
I'm nowhere near Chicago. I've got six string, 8 fingers, two thumbs, it's dark 'cos I'm wearing sunglasses - Hit it!
Hey Dylan
I see why it took you so long . . . some good stuff here.
Here's my 2 cents being thrown in . .
Freshly painted walls but the soul it still remains
Genius etched within the brickwork like a stain
was wondering if "history" (or essence) instead of soul could be used
Freshly painted walls but the history will remain
Genius embedded in the brickwork like a stain
And for this verse . . .
The passing of the famous through its door
Four Liverpool lads made this a hallowed floor
Words sung perfection mixed an ageless melody
They'd make a better world to be for you and me
. . . a little rewording for you to consider . . .
The passing of the famous through its doors
Four Liverpool lads (who) once walked these floors
Union of timeless words with an ageless melody
They'd make a better world to be for you and me
OK, well that's enough . . .
You know ya gotta make this one especially good . . . right? . . .
because we're talking something almost sacred . . .
KR2
It's the rock that gives the stream its music . . . and the stream that gives the rock its roll.
Hey Ken
Thanks for the comments. yeh, sacred indeed.
I like the changes. Move over Lennon and McCartney... :roll:
Rock on!
D 8)
I'm nowhere near Chicago. I've got six string, 8 fingers, two thumbs, it's dark 'cos I'm wearing sunglasses - Hit it!
Dylan,
yeh, sacred indeed.
I had the same feeling when I first approached the Beatles assignment.
You've kept the theme consistent and the mood as well.
I am not sure what kind of music you hear with this.....Gregorian chant? :lol: It reads in the lines of a doxology.
Suggestion:
Consider revising this....
Lights dimmed in silence you may hear
Words and music playing softly in the ear
......it's a bit redundant, because "you may hear" is clear it would be "in the ear"
I'll let you match the words and music to have a listen before nit picking through anymore of the lyrics. :wink:
Good start....worth the wait!
James