Thursday, May 10, 2018

My Attempt At Lyric Writing

I write. I sing. But writing words to music is a whole different kind of writing than ....uh....just regular ol' writing they say

Well, here goes..
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Prisoner In My Skin
Maria Scott Herndon

Verse 1
I chose the paisley blouse for our rendezvous
the pattern matched the sheets we had when we were new
We politely talk as we nod in all the right places
But more is said within the empty spaces


Verse 2
A tarnished frame traces us from long ago
It was taken the night we saw that Vegas show
Beside it is a picture of a younger me
With shining eyes beside a Christmas tree.


Chorus
I'm a prisoner in my skin, unseen, unheard within
But I try to be the me I'm supposed to be
I play the part so well, you could never even tell
That the woman lying next to you isn't me.


Verse 3
An old married couple walked down the road ahead of me
Their hands were joined together like a tangled tree
I would love to feel that kind of authentic connection
Instead my yearning comes from every direction


Chorus
I'm a prisoner in my skin, unseen, unheard within
But I try to be the me I'm supposed to be
I play the part so well, you could never even tell
That the woman lying next to you isn't me.


Bridge
Can I find the me I used to be
Brimming over with intensity
Or will I remain paralyzed; heart sterilized

Chorus

I'm a prisoner in my skin, unseen, unheard within
But I try to be the me I'm supposed to be
I play the part so well, you could never even tell
That the woman lying next to you isn't me.

Well? whaddyathink?

Now how do I find music for it?

Citizen

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