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Songwriting: Assignment 4

Songwriting Week Three assignment Writing songs can be a chore when all your love is lost, forsaken; the rhyming spirit comes, then goes, then from your daydreams you awaken. You spend your time in vain trying to write some verse of substance: these songs won’t soothe your pain. The rhythm flows, a new creation distilled from timelessness and void presents itself and seeks relation to a world that’s paranoid. You spend your time in vain trying to write some verse of substance: these songs won’t soothe your pain. And so, you see, it is so useless, and all your time is spent in vain trying to write some verse of substance: these words you write won’t soothe your pain.

My Songwriting class week two assignment The full moon was setting over the Potomac River as I crossed Memorial Bridge into Virginia on my morning walk She said, "what'cha doing baby, walking across that bridge?" "Just chillin," I replied. She said, "Why don't cha come here baby, chill in my arms?" NPR was banging my eardrums a not so subtle attempt to drown out my own thoughts my denials turned into outrage my anger morphing into depression She said, "what'cha doing baby, walking across that bridge?" "just chillin," I responded. She said, "Why don't cha come here baby, chill in my arms?"

My love for you has set my soul on fire my love for you consumes my every thought my love for you has forced me to conspire against us just to put this fire out Chorus Remembering the good old times And bad new times And smiles and blues And rendezvous with you My love for you is burning me to ashes my love for you is tearing me apart my love for you is eating all my stashes and breaking up my busted broken heart Chorus Remembering the good old times And bad new times And smiles and blues And rendezvous with you My love for you is making me play hardball my love for you is making me unkind my love for you is making me play hardball I'm going for a homerun in my mind. Chorus Remembering the good old times And bad new times And smiles and blues And rendezvous with you Remembering the good old times And bad new times And smiles and blues And rendezvous with you

This is an experiment in a songwriting class, a composite of two previously written poems about the same topic, spring love. Note the repetition of pre-chorus and chorus, and the sudden appearance of a bridge towards the end.  This song is looking for a MELODY.  Any takers out there?  Spring love, you'll see, was never meant to last. But fate and chance have blessed us to taste its incandescence - Our paths may never cross again as in this random moment, our lips may never meet, complete, again, and spring for us, may never reappear - I tremble at the thought of touching you, I stumble, as we touch, as our lips meet, As our heartbeats synchronize. This word is all that I possess to share, and all is all my fragile soul can bear. Spring love, you see, was never meant to last: Its budding branches tempt us, with fruit that's bittersweet - I tremble at the thought of touching you: I fear your petals may unfold too soon, and, falling to the ground, disintegrate. This word is ...

“I knew too that through them I knew too that he was though, I knew too that he threw them.  I knew too that they were through, I knew too I knew too, I knew I knew them.”   “If you can see why she feel that she kneels if you can see why he knows that he shows what he bestows, if you can see why they share what they share, need we question that there is no doubt that by this time if they had intended to come they would have sent some note of such intention.” " Many others did go and there was a sacrifice, of what shall we, a sheep, a hen, a cock, a village, a ruin, and all that and then that having been blessed let us bless it.”     Gertrude Stein’s Idem the Same – Let Us Describe The Queen’s Henchmen request the pleasure of your company        at a Lynching – to be held  at 23rd and C Streets NW on Tuesday, December 18, 2012 - just past sunset.       Dress: Formal, Masks and Hoods - The four being lynch...