A mix of songs I've written

I'm gonna gradually post songs I've written here. It'll be a mix of things, sad songs, funny ones, old and new, etc.

Feedback is of course welcome.

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This one has a really weird story behind it:
When going to school in 9th grade every day, I passed this house that was being slowly torn down. It somehow made me feel sad, wondering about the kinds of people who lived in it. By next school year it was rebuilt into a new fancyful house with a new family living there. I'd written a song because of that torn down house, one about the fallout of a broken family. And it wasn't until this past year where I learned that my lyrics were amazingly accurate. A family did live in that house before it was destroyed, and there were marriage issues which led to them having to leave. The other thing I learned, and perhaps the most important point: It was my girlfriend's family and former home. I wrote a song based on their hardship before I even met her.


"Broken Dreams"

This broken life is over, think of what I need
To do and then get on with it, you see...
This broken love is over, there's nothing I can do,
And I'm still here...

You always get just what you want,
And I get nothing... at all.
These broken dreams are fading, into the dying sun.
I get nothing... at all.
This broken home's not standing, how could you be the one.
I get nothing at all.

This is what I've gotta do, before it finally comes.
But you're the one still standing there, waiting for the end.
This broken hope is failing, inside my dying soul
I get nothing at all...

You always get just what you want,
And I get nothing... at all.
These broken dreams are fading, into the dying sun.
I get nothing... at all.
This broken home's not standing, how could you be the one.
I get nothing at all.

B:
Oh, the world is finally over
But I'm still here.
(x2)

Time is of the essence, and now it's time to go,
I say just before you go, goodbye to you.
These broken lights still glisten, in this dark and lonely world.
And I'm still here...


You always get just what you want,
And I get nothing... at all.
These broken dreams are fading, into the dying sun.
I get nothing... at all.
This broken home's not standing, how could you be the one.
I get nothing at all.


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These are really good, your ability to get inspiration is amazing.

thank you : o

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Reposting this so I dont have 2 topics floating around:


"Let Me Take You Home"

A pretty smile, a pretty face
A hug so warm I melt away.
I look to you when I'm alone
You are a star to guide my way.

Doesn't matter what you wear
You knock me out you turn me on.
If people see us let 'em stare
I won't care if you don't mind.


CH:
Can't tell you how much you mean to me
When I'm with you I'm in ecstacy
Really mean it when I say you are my light
C'mon baby let me take you home tonight.

(C'mon baby let me take you home tonight.)

When I meet you at your door
Sparks my heart and starts a fire.
A glance at you and I can find
Always something new to like.

If I'm hungry, feed me stories
Moments with you are never dull.
And later when we say good night
Always sad you leave my side.

(CH)

B:
When you're not strong
I will hold you up.
If you need a hand
You can have both of mine.

Remember, I'll be there
I'd do anything for you
Remember, I'll be there
Because I love you...

I can put up with your brother
ADD won't get to me.
It's no problem because you're worth it
As long you love me I'll be fine.

(CH)

end

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@ the first post...that's a pretty hardcore coincidence, right there.

And these are some interesting writings. Songs in general aren't really my thing, but I can tell that a fair amount of work went into these.
I like how you were able to use "ADD" in a song

Her brother has it ;___;
He goes up to her room to bother her about useless stuff like 6 times a night.


This next one is the first song I wrote. I challenged myself to use metaphors and similes in every line, and then I made it about a dude who feels really inferior to the girl he likes.


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"Living Metaphor"

You say I'm a wet match, in a dark cave,
because I shot the breze with the cave.
I'm a children's story book,
Without a beginning, middle or end.

I've got a screw loose, or maybe two,
I'm a staircase missing several stairs,
A private detective without a clue,
Or a president who actually cares.

CH 1:
Call me anything you want, but please dont call me dim,
its not like i cant help myself from caving in to your every whim.

I can walk the walk but can't dance the dance,
because i have two left feet.
The dimmest bulb in a closet of lights,
I'm a lock that never had a key.

(CH 1)

CH 2:
You say I'm a living metaphor, but your like a living simile,
Your like an angel missing both her wings, her robe and anything in between.

B:
There's a voice in my head that says I dont belong here (x4)

You say I'm not right in the head,
but im also not left in my head.
A walking disaster who forgot its legs,
or a pencil missing all of its lead.

(CH1+2) x2
her robe and anything in between...

(fin)

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The somber stuff is just better than the funny stuff. Here's one of those. It's about someone who betrays the people close to them in order to gain popularity.

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"Cherry Lane"

You left, me out in the rain.
It's my right to consider you insane.
It's wet, its cold, my knuckles bleed in pain.
I'm stuck outside without a ride right out on Cherry Lane.

CH:
I'm no doctor but I can tell,
Your not acting like yourself.
You've got problems, I've got mine.
If you'd just share them we'd be fine.

You cut, me right out your love.
Where is that message from above.
What did, I do, to deserve this shove.
I'm left out here, without a cheer, right on this Cherry grove.

(CH)

Bridge:
You had your chance, you wasted it.
Quit trying to pose, for all the others.
I thought that maybe you're the one.
Now I'm left the foolish one.
When did you become so cold.
And yet you glitter, just like gold.

I'm over you, I'm over all your jive.
At half past five I took a dive, and never have i felt so alive.
I pity you, cause I'm the one who'll thrive.
Alone and cold, don't know a soul in this Cherry drive.

(CH)