Last summer, I was desperate. I wanted to put myself out there and win tons of cash. & I figured I could do that when trying to enter the this international song writing competition. So I locked myself up for days in my room trying to create a song. I came up with this:
"Melody of our Lives"
V1: Follow me,
there's nothing better than the sound of wind breathe,
sunlight welcomes me from up above,
I feel my heart chasing love.
Step-by-step,
days grow longer,
don't waste time,
let's create memories to remember
chorus: As we share our thoughts,
and evolve our minds,
let's create the melody of our lives
it won't be long for lyrics to gain our trust
it's time for music to listen to us.
V2: Talk to me,
say what's on your mind sincerely,
your heartbeat follows mine so freely,
let me discover your unspoken mysteries.
Side-by-side
night gets darker,
hold my hand,
let's sing this song together
chorus: As we share our thoughts,
and evolve our minds,
let's make the melody of our lives
it won't be long for lyrics to gain our trust
it's time for music to listen to us
bridge: Nothing can stop what we've started,
I can't finish this on my own,
our voices can make the whole world shine,
and let love realize
what our hearts hear beyond
even after we're done with singing this song
then another duet comes along....
chorus: As we share our thoughts,
and evolve our minds,
let's create the melody of our lives
it won't be long for music to gain our trust,
it's time for music to listen to us.
Follow me,
there's nothing better than the sound of wind breathe....
So here I was thinking I nailed it. I would send it in and expect to earn some money for college in no time. & then I tried to mail it the next day.....and I couldn't do it.
I have never been in love. Ever. I love. But in love? Never. Which makes me sounds like a total hypocrite. A fraud. A fake. A sore winner-in-the-making.
How could I tell people in the face that this is what love feels like? What would I say to people when they ask, "What's your inspiration?" DESPERATION for anything BUT love itself?
-sigh- I felt like a huge HI-KNEEE-HOLE.
I went back home and kept the envelope buried deep underneath my bed.
I want to write songs that actually relate to me. Songs that ARE me in a written, musical fashion.
I promised myself I would never do this again.
This isn't some willy-nilly thing that means nothing to me. I want to be a true somgwriter.
But it's harder than it looks.
(note: Although I feel ashamed of writing these lyrics, any OUNCE of copying my lyrics into whatever will lead to violating my musical property. I won't be happy and will notify federal law. )
