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2013: Lyrics & Poems

Copyright 2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

Published by Andrew Robert Chapman at Smashwords

Edition 2019.3.7

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Table of Contents




(Rock 'n' Roll) Revolution


Ali The Taliban

Born To Be A Number


Fool Forever

Gold Digger

Howl At The Moon


Love Nor Money


The 51st State (Of The U.S.A.)

The Beginning Of The End

Wild's Crew

Song background information

Ali The Taliban


Love Nor Money

The 51st State (Of The U.S.A.)

The Beginning Of The End

Song breakdown/explanation

The 51st State (Of The U.S.A.)

The Beginning Of The End

Great American Song Contest Evaluation

The Beginning Of The End

The 51st State (Of The U.S.A.)

About the author

Other books by the author

Contacts and Links




My late, great-aunty Jean was an avid fan of literature, language and especially poetry. Nevertheless, despite her persistence, cajoling and seemingly endless off-by-heart recitals from her many favourite and famous bard’s literary masterpieces, and although I did possess an unhealthy interest and certain talent for English language and literature in school, I always considered my sister the more gifted poet and artist and myself more adroit in the (especially then new computer) sciences.

Sure, in my late school years and youth I’d occasionally pen a poem, compose a clerihew or write a rhyme, but always for specific purposes: love letters in the main but also a couple of songs for a “my” schooldays band “Guillotine”. But, as demands from career and life’s many other interests and distractions gained the upper hand, my literary efforts were restricted to computer program documentation. But there was always a book burning away in the back of my head and, after several aborted attempts at fiction, I decided around 1998 that I’d be best writing about something I know, which resulted in two self-published technical books in 2003 and 2008.

These tomes combined with (too) many years of unsuccessfully trying to master the German language, resulted in me falling heavily back in love with my native tongue. As essays are not my forte and technical reference books a labour of four or five years, I began writing poems and rhymes for my own pleasure and therapy.

My jottings and ideas were randomly scattered about various electronic devices, books and scrap pieces of paper and, in 2010, I stumbled across the term blogging and specifically WORDPRESS and decided the free application was also a perfect, practical and localized way to store and work on all my poems and lyrics.

In 2012, and quite coincidentally to my personal rhyming efforts on WORDPRESS, I was asked, solely because of my native English skills, if I was capable of writing lyrics to original songs melodies. Luckily for me I decided to blow my own trumpet and confidently replied that I could. I thus found myself writing lyrics for several band projects, one of which was to lead to the formation of the rock band WildScreW and culminate with the production of a studio CD, “Writing On The Wall”*, at the end of 2016 with myself as vocalist.

Furthermore, the CD’s title song was to become a finalist in the 19th Great American Song Contest in 2018.

*Paperback readers must navigate themselves manually to the hyperlinks embedded directly in the eBOOK by referring to the “Contacts and Links” section, or use the QR codes, where all relevant hyperlinks can be found, including the location of any audio files.


Before I started to marry my lyrics to musical melodies I used to take an inordinate amount of time fettling my rhymes so that, at least to my mind, the metre, the rhythm, the pace, the meaning, everything which I considered vital to the flow and comprehension, was as close to perfection as I could engineer.

I was effectively writing poems.

I was quickly to learn, however, that as soon as a poem is put to music, the strict rules which applied to it can be relaxed or even completely ignored. The poem’s words, which now wrap themselves around a musical melody, can, indeed sometimes must, be shortened or lengthened by the articulation of the vocalist in such a way which can only be conveyed to a reader by linking the words to sheet music. A poem’s written form alone is not enough to convey this, although I sometimes attempt to highlight such areas (to myself) by breaking up words with hyphens or compressing them to phonetics. Furthermore music producers and studio requirements place further demands on a song’s structure, which often force the songwriter to perform last minute lyrical rewrites and polishing.

Thus it was I decided, after my experience with WildScreW, that I would purposely leave all my poetic efforts in a much rawer and less-polished state. Should the occasion arise that such a poem be put to music, then that would be the time to go the extra mile and invest the final effort refining, polishing and honing the words.

Over the years I have also discovered that it is best to literally dump to (digital) paper what ever words and ideas are coursing through one’s mind: Effectively not applying a filter. When I started writing poetry I too often thought of reasons why I didn’t want to progress with whatever idea had pushed its way to the front of my mind. For myself that invariably led to a writer’s block, as my work on a different idea would be hindered with interfering thoughts about the themes of the poem I’d decided not to progress with. By starting (although not necessarily finishing) any ideas which come into my head, my mind appears to find closure and is free to move unencumbered onto the next idea.

The downside of my method is there will be a certain tally of my poems which are in (sometimes dire) need of polish, fettling and some which even contain unfinished words, lines or rhymes.

Why this book?

When I starting compiling this book’s content I was asked for whom I was writing it.

I replied “Myself.”

Contrary to all advice concerning writing eBOOKs, my motivation is not to appeal to a wide audience, achieve international fame nor make a fortune, large or small. The song lyrics in this book were written with the hope and intention that they one day achieve immortality on a professionally produced studio CD, but their number has swollen to the extent that any such plan is hopelessly unrealistic.

Thus, instead of them languishing hidden, unread and unheard of, I formulated a plan to make them accessible to the world via a self-published eBOOK. Should just a single word, line, stanza or refrain from the book’s lyrics move you to tears or raise a smile, give you pause for thought or even manage to inspire, then my time and effort have been more than worthwhile and rewarded.


2013 was a year in which around half the total lyrical work was married to WildScreW musical melodies, effectively turning the poems into songs.

The WildScrew song “The Beginning Of The End”, which was developed from one of Thomas Wild’s guitar melodies, a so called ALPHA, was penned and professionally recorded on the studio CD which was released at the start of 2017. The guitar melody has haunted Thomas, so he claims, since he started to learn to play the guitar, aged 17.

The WildScreW ALPHAs “(Rock ‘n’ Roll) Revolution”, “Adulterous”, “Gold Digger” and “The 51st State (Of The U.S.A.) are, in my opinion, all useable ALPHAs and hopefully will one day also be recorded as part of a professional CD album. “Irreplaceable” and “Love Nor Money” were based on guitar melodies to which the order Thomas supplied the verse, refrain and bridge was altered. The guitar melodies to these ALPHAs made it to the recording studio and were produced as “Misery” and “Free Fall” respectively.


Until the day arrives when the songs are recorded in a professional music studio and cast in the digital stone which is a music CD, my work on polishing the lyrics is ongoing.

The eBOOK song titles are all hyperlinked to the current internet version of the lyrics on my WORDPRESS site SONGANDVERSE. The internet versions of my lyrics use a colour code to optically highlight the various song parts. Thus the simply typed PRE-CHORUS and CHORUS serve to reflect the text contained in their equally colour coded counterparts at the start of the song. BRIDGE and PARLANDO parts of a song are also uniquely coloured, in order to visually separate them from the other song parts.

For eBOOK compatibility, all text has been coloured black/automatic.

The songs are presented chronologically in the order they were written and copyrighted.

The Beginning Of The End

The prettiest eyes have cried the seven seas of the world.

The loudest laughter hides the darkest secrets and hurt.

The kindest of hearts must endure the cruelest taunts and pain. Mmmm.

The truest/purest of soul’s innocence faithlessly betrayed.

Their wounded hearts: Bleed.

While saddened eyes: Cry.

Their tortured souls: Crucified.

But they won’t stop the beginning of the end.

Memories from my past long drowned by the tears I’ve cried.

The truth buried deep under the weight of crushing lies.

First I lost my rhyme, last I lost all reason ‘n’ found pain.

‘cos this one man’s loved and lost is another man’s gain.

My lonely heart: Bleeds.

My harrowed eyes: Cry.

My tortured soul: Crucified.

But I couldn’t stop the beginning of the end.

There are always winners and losers, in the games of life and love.

Poor beggars can’t be choosers, while the wealthy can’t get enough.

Many just don’t see it coming, the rest hoping that they’re wrong.

Left alone soothing their heartache, lose themselves in a sad love song.


Spare me a minute of your time, stranger lend me your ears.

Take a step back from yourself and look into my face full of fears.

The troubles of the world weighing heavy compounding dejection. Mmmm.

But are you sure when you stare in my eyes it’s not a reflection? You feel

your injured heart: Bleed.

Your pretty eyes: Cry.

Our tortured souls: Crucified.

But we can’t stop the beginning of the end.

Copyright 16.2.2013 Andrew Robert Chapman

Ali The Taliban

To the West/England/From the East two terrorists Islam’s came.

They sneaked past Intelligence Agencies and Ali was their name.

One dark night, whilst plotting plans of pain,

one accidentally dropped a bomb and was never seen again.


Ali the terrorist dropped his bomb

and said hello to his maker.

Up he went in a cloud of smoke

Tick. Tick. BOOM!

Ali the terrorist asked his God,

“Where the hell are my virgins?”

But all his bits had been blown away.

Tick. Tick. BOOM!

Night after night Ali two prayed for a Jihad.

When he was leading the violent mob,

he felt so fierce and bad.

No more arrests, Abu Hamza cost too much,

so Ali ran riot till, with sudden disquiet, his underpants blew off his crotch.

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