Write me a Lyric
is a personal journey in songwriting. Basically, I’m finally making progress on the guitar, and I’ve felt for a while that there is music locked up inside me. So I’m (slowly) learning to let it out by writing lyrics. At first it’s like pulling teeth to open up. Then it gets frustrating as I can’t make the pen channel my emotions. But gradually, with lots of red ink, I can distill a few pages of stream of consciousness to something that resembles a song.
This tumblog will be a combination of things that inspire me, works in progress, scribbled notebook pages, and eventually, my own songs. Maybe really, really eventually, I’ll even get up the nerve to record a couple.
Thanks for listening.
“
Come waste your time with me.
”
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‘Waste’, Phish
I’ll marry the man who convinces me to do this. :)
(via dearworld)
(via: Design Crush)
“
There will always be someone who loves you, you’re just ignoring them for the person you want.
”
- (via dearworld)
“
This next song is about when you get your heart broken, and you try your best to glue it back together and you wake up one morning and you’re so happy because you realize, ‘Oh my God, the tape’s holding’
”
- Sara Quin (via stilltime) (via leforettt) (via likearaindrop) (via lyndm) (via belowutopia) (via lovebot)
I always thought about her, until I met you. You make me forget her - no one has ever been able to do that.
(via randyhaddock)
Wanted
a knock on my door from a pretty girl sopping wet from the rain outside, so I can engulf you with towels and warming embraces. You smell of cigarettes and some cheap perfume, and maybe a hint of red wine. A giver of glimpses of tattoos on your body, for a curious mind to see. I’ll light candles and we can do whatever you want. I’ll run you a warm bath, or maybe this could wait. We could sit up and talk till the sun rises, where I’ll cook a big feast in the morning. Smoke cigarettes between indoors and outdoors. Talk about our dreams at night and plans for travel. Watch some absurd movie while making small talk. I’ll fix us drinks, or maybe even supper. And you’ll be in the next room just being you. Peaceful, yet curious. Beautiful, yet flawed. Simple, yet effective.
“
It’s only after you lost everything that you’re willing to try anything.
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- Fight Club (via littlemiss) (via kari-shma) (via snickerdoodle)
(via icanread)
My worst habit is my greatest pleasure.
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