Songwriting: Writing the Lyrics
Songwriting: Writing the Lyrics By far the best course on writing better lyrics. If you haven’t enrolled yet, it surely is worth giving it a go. Much of the tips that I provide is being inspired by adaptations of this course. Berklee has an outstanding reputation in music business and musicianship.
A heart is to love, what a sponge is to water
parchedly it suckles on the least drop of hope and love to a heart is but poisonous venombrings ecstasy first, then pins you down to the ground and hope is the worst, this disingenuous bratuntamedly rules over the course to our fate blood that was drawn, covering the polished marbleis telling a story so brutally […]
Snow Flakes
I counted till they danced soTheir slippers leaped the town –And then I took a pencilTo note the rebels down –And then they grew so jollyI did resign the prig –And ten of my once stately toesAre marshalled for a jig! Emily Dickinson
The Poets light but Lamps —
Themselves — go out —The Wicks they stimulateIf vital Light Inhere as do the Suns —Each Age a LensDisseminating theirCircumference — Emily Dickinson
Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ‘Tis the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur, — you’re straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain Emily Dickinson
A Bird, came down the Walk –
He did not know I saw –He bit an Angle Worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw, And then, he drank a DewFrom a convenient Grass –And then hopped sidewise to the Wall To let a Beetle pass – He glanced with rapid eyes,That hurried all abroad –They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,He […]
Wild nights – Wild nights!
Were I with theeWild nights should beOur luxury! Futile – the winds –Done with the Compass –Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden –Ah – the Sea!Might I but moor – tonight –In thee! Emily Dickinson
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –
In Corners – till a DayThe Owner passed – identified –And carried Me away – And now We roam in Sovreign Woods –And now We hunt the Doe –And every time I speak for HimThe Mountains straight reply – And do I smile, such cordial lightOpon the Valley glow –It is as a Vesuvian faceHad […]
I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –More numerous of Windows –Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –Impregnable of eye –And for an everlasting RoofThe Gambrels of the Sky – Of Visitors – the fairest –For Occupation – This –The spreading wide my narrow HandsTo gather Paradise – Emily Dickinson
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear! Emily Dickinson Hi everyone, I consider […]