Okay, I admit it. I write songs without fully expecting to ever hear them. They're mostly for dealing with stuff that I would never, ever be comfortable putting in a poem.
See, with a song you have delivery on your side. The most mawkish sentiment on the planet becomes stronger when it's sung beautifully (although your definition of beautiful singing may vary wildly). This way, you don't have to worry so much about being clever and can just be honest.
Irony is, I mostly write poems about girls. I've written songs about snow, spiders, places, paint, girls (yeah, okay ...), Klein-Levinson's Syndrome and two about things that I'm never gonna fully explain to anyone. Even when I talk about it with the other person involved, we use third person allegories. They're not mean songs, though. I'd like if people heard them one day.
I have ten good sets of lyrics in total, which is probably a good time to stop writing lyrics and start recruiting band members. Time to tour the Liverpool scene with some chloroform and a net.
On a completely unrelated note, I got my first piece of glasses-related driveby abuse today. Bunch of savages in this town.
Anyway, I've recieved a new blogger challenge- to blog about ass-puppets and what makes music good or bad. That'll be my next post then.
Laters,
Nick
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