.. And sit in the sun and weave pretty baskets all day hehe-haha..
..good song..
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#61059 by RhythmMan
Sun Mar 22, 2009 10:15 pm
Sun Mar 22, 2009 10:15 pm
When I write lyrics for a sing, I usually write enough lyrics for about 8 songs.
Then I discard 7/8 of it. What is left is the best stuff.
.
A writer's best friend is the garbage can.
Then I discard 7/8 of it. What is left is the best stuff.
.
A writer's best friend is the garbage can.
Now I've been writing just a few songs,
Just a few words about me!
A few simple chords is all you need,
E D C and G!
You find yourself a rhymin,
Be sure to keep your timin,
Now you've got a melody,
Your girlfriend, she just up n left you,
Momma she's up set too,
It,s really kinda easy
You'll see.
Well after you have been a writing,
You'll find yourself a sighing,
N things begin to get real hard.
The minutes turns to hours,
Your brain begins to sour,
So you head on down to the bar.
Once you start to drinking,
Your mind begins to thinking,
Bout your world thats fell apart.
But don't forget pen and paper
Or the words you'll forget them later
Just take these words to heart.
Now this rhyme is over
It's late and I'm much to sober,
And here comes the morning light.
It just takes alot of practice
And knowing what the facts is,
To do it for the rest of your life.
Just a few words about me!
A few simple chords is all you need,
E D C and G!
You find yourself a rhymin,
Be sure to keep your timin,
Now you've got a melody,
Your girlfriend, she just up n left you,
Momma she's up set too,
It,s really kinda easy
You'll see.
Well after you have been a writing,
You'll find yourself a sighing,
N things begin to get real hard.
The minutes turns to hours,
Your brain begins to sour,
So you head on down to the bar.
Once you start to drinking,
Your mind begins to thinking,
Bout your world thats fell apart.
But don't forget pen and paper
Or the words you'll forget them later
Just take these words to heart.
Now this rhyme is over
It's late and I'm much to sober,
And here comes the morning light.
It just takes alot of practice
And knowing what the facts is,
To do it for the rest of your life.
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