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11-30-2004, 05:10 PM
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Here's to a bored sister.
 This offering is more loud than good. Inspired somewhat by events.Heaven Sent Heaven sent and sent for him, And a broken heart is all the prize you’ll win You don’t know how young you are But you’re old enough to lose everything Heaven sent and sent for him, And a broken heart is all the prize you’ll win Until you touched me I didn’t know you had a form But he knows and he’s known too long Heaven sent and sent for him, And a broken heart is all the prize you’ll win He sent you a burning red rose bouquet It should have been white lilies; he’d show he knew what he was doing that way…
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11-30-2004, 05:11 PM
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ooh, I like that. Especially the last line. Is it finished?
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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11-30-2004, 05:17 PM
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Yes... there a lot of repetition and guitar playing. I have a nice kind riff in there. Oh! 11th December! So soon!
I think actually the last line may have been a bit over egged.
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11-30-2004, 05:21 PM
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It's a bit long, but good.
Also Quote:
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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11-30-2004, 05:29 PM
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*Doh*
Yes... the last lines of each verse kind of spill over into the guitar interlude. Find symbolism in that, Lady English. 
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11-30-2004, 05:34 PM
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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11-30-2004, 05:47 PM
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Well done. Funny how it's true, but is actually completely invalidated by the fact it wasn't intentional.
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11-30-2004, 05:50 PM
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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01-30-2005, 04:34 PM
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The drought ends...
And the harvest is... erm...
 Sarah Jane Blonde hair and a stripy scarf Blue jeans and a smile Such a pretty name - Sarah Jane And don’t you know how to be beautiful Wide eyed to your trouble Wide eyed to the truth You look back and sing ‘it brought me closer to Him’ And don’t you know that’s for the good And you’ll die Fighting in the corner of your noble cause I can see it now, Sarah Jane And why don’t you fly? What binds you to the earth? You try so hard, your place is in the stars And haven’t you earned it, Sarah Jane And you’ll die Fighting in the corner of your noble cause I can see it now, Sarah Jane ---------------------------------- New album's 'out' btw. 
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01-31-2005, 07:23 AM
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I'm imagining a very Dylanesque tune to this one... I like the religious theme. Are you deliberately trying not to write love songs?
Sarah Jane = real person? ('cos you do know that's your cousin's middle name too, right?) Quote:
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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01-31-2005, 04:39 PM
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You are my sister! :O
Yes, very Dylanesque. It is intentionally religious and there are a few other things in there - spot the corruption of a Latin motto. I forgot Sarah was Sarah Jane... but yes, it is a real NAGTY. I didn't want to know her too much before I wrote it. We had one of those 'get to know you' IM chats, but I didn't really want the idea clouded by a real person, so it's one a framework of facts.It has actually fulfilled my desire to write something honouring soldiers. I had found that difficult because everything seemed either pretentious or explpoitative.
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02-01-2005, 01:19 PM
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Per ardua ad astra...
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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02-01-2005, 04:44 PM
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Woo hoo hoo!
You are sharp Miss Letters.
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02-01-2005, 04:52 PM
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That I am.
Though I also thought of Oscar Wilde - "we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars".
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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02-08-2005, 06:16 PM
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No, no. That would be a literary thing...
 My tick list of song subjects is almost getting ticked off. Crikey. I'm inarticulate incarnate. Have I've given you the start of 'Satisfied Heart'? Somewhat unwritten. Tis about Alfie. Get that reference if you will. Out across the midnight floor Like a light stolen from the stars There's something in your whisper and your smile But something else steals my satisfied heart And I use a word like perfection for you And I know it can't be true But now walking on the frosty earth I think it fits best for you (Bridge.. somewhat cathartic - cruching Broken Angel-esq chords) And ohhh, you melt the snow Set the fire burning in the stars from bitter cold But ohhh, don't you know? Tomorrow I'll still have my pretty darling Out from the back of my mind You walk like guilt before my eyes... And here it goes... I'd like the last to emulate the first in form.
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02-09-2005, 05:10 AM
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I don't have a clue what it means, but I know who Alfie is
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And all the time the waves, the waves, the waves Chase, intersect and flatten on the sand As they have done for centuries, as they will For centuries to come, when not a soul Is left to picnic on the blazing rocks, When England is not England, when mankind Has blown himself to pieces. Still the sea, Consolingly disastrous, will return While the strange starfish, hugely magnified, Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. |
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03-02-2005, 06:26 PM
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Were we discussing this? (Not that I'm vaguely using this as a wordpad
)And I can hold you as the hurricane rolls in But you still think that summer breeze is cutting And I can hold you as the deluge falls But you don't think of me at all I hope I broke you heart You could have broken mine
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03-02-2005, 06:43 PM
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Janny, wow. I haven't read in here until now. These lyrics are great! I'll have to get a pair of headphones from somewhere and listen. If the music's as good as the words you must record!
p.s. Can I use a stanza in my sig??? Pweeeeeze? :really cute smiley:
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It's New Years Day, just like the day before; Same old skies of grey, same empty bottles on the floor. Another year's gone by, and I was thinking once again, How can I take this losing hand and somehow win? Just give me One Good Year To get my feet back on the ground. I've been chasing grace; Grace ain't so easily found One bad hand can devil a man, chase him and carry him down. I've got to get out of here, just give me One Good Year! Last edited by Rosie Gamgee : 03-02-2005 at 06:53 PM. |
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03-02-2005, 06:53 PM
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Thanks
My voice leaves somewhat to be desired, but I'v kinda learnt how to play the guitar now :P
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03-02-2005, 07:00 PM
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I really want to play the guitar, and I've tried... I got a bit uninspired, you might say. And my computer won't play your soundclips.
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It's New Years Day, just like the day before; Same old skies of grey, same empty bottles on the floor. Another year's gone by, and I was thinking once again, How can I take this losing hand and somehow win? Just give me One Good Year To get my feet back on the ground. I've been chasing grace; Grace ain't so easily found One bad hand can devil a man, chase him and carry him down. I've got to get out of here, just give me One Good Year! |
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