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2012: Lyrics & Poems


Copyright 2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

Published by Andrew Robert Chapman at Smashwords

Edition 2019.2.15


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Table of Contents

Prologue

Preface

Preamble

Proem

(I'm Gonna) Break Some Hearts

Adulterous (Original)

All My Dreams Are Of You

Alternate (unfinished) Lyrics (Marchin' In)

Beast With Two Backs

Been Everywhere Except Reality

Better Than The Devil (You Know)

Big Bell

Cougar!

Cougar! (Original)

Dead Men Tell No Tales

Demon Eyes

Free Fall

Free Fall (pre-studio)

Harder Than The Devil

Hold You In My Arms

Hold You In My Arms - v1 - v7

Hotter Than Hell - Original

Jack Hammer

Just Shut Up!

Keep Your Distance

Keep Your Distance (Original)

Last Man Standing

Last Man Standing (Original)

Little Miss Dynamite

Marchin' In

Not That Kind Of Girl

Nothin's Gonna Change

On My Own

On My Own (Original)

Real Horny Devil

Real Horny Devil II

She’s Like

She's Worth A Jack

Stung!

Wildfire!

Without You - Original

Working Hard

Song background information

Adulterous

Alternate (unfinished) Lyrics (Marchin' In)

Beast With Two Backs

Cougar!

Demon Eyes

Free Fall

Nothin’s Gonna Change

On My Own

Stung!

Song breakdown/explanation

Beast With Two Backs

Cougar!

Keep Your Distance

Last Man Standing

Marchin’ In

Stung!

Epilogue

About the author

Other books by the author

Contacts and Links



Prologue

When I starting compiling this book’s content I was asked for whom I was writing it for. I replied “For 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, since I started writing poems in 2012, the amount of rhymes, ditties and lyrics has swollen to the extent that any plan to record them all is hopelessly unrealistic.

Thus, instead of them languishing unrevealed, unread and unheard of, a plan formed 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 raise a smile, give pause for thought or even manage to inspire a single person, then my time and effort have been more than worthwhile and rewarded.



Preface

In 2012 I was asked to write 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.

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


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



Preamble

Before I joined eleven of my lyrics to musical melodies and sang them with a rock band in a professional recording studio, 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 I considered vital to the flow and comprehension, was as perfect as I could manage.

I was effectively writing poems.

I was to quickly learn, however, that as soon as a poem is put to music, the strict rules which apply to prose become extremely lax or are completely thrown out of the window. The words which now wrap themselves around a musical melody can be shortened or lengthened by the articulation of the singer in a way which can not be donated or conveyed in a poem’s written form (although I sometimes attempt this by breaking words with hyphens or compressing them to phonetics). Furthermore music producers and studio adaptations and necessities place further demands on a songwriter and a song’s structure, which cause last minute lyrical rewrites and polishing in the studio.

And thus it was I decided, after my experience with WildScreW, that I would purposely leave all my future poetic efforts in a much rawer and less-polished state. Should the occasion arise that such a poem is put to music, then that would be the time to spend the extra effort refining, polishing and honing the rhymes.

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 “This idea is too puerile!” or “This isn’t my style!” or some other reason not to progress with whatever idea had pushed its way to the front of my mind. And, in my case at least, that usually led to writer’s block, as my work on a different idea would be hindered by the interference from recurring themes from the original, blocked poem. By starting (though not necessarily finishing) any ideas which come into my head, my mind finds closure with that thought concept and is free and uncluttered to move unencumbered onto the next idea, although it is also the reason why there will be a certain tally of poems which are in dire need of polish, fettling and which even contain unfinished lines or rhymes.

Poetry, in all its forms, is an art. You either like a painter’s realism phase or their abstract work. Rarely both. But I hope you stumble across a couple of rhymes which make the time you’ve taken to read them more than worth your while.

Looking at the rhymes I wrote in 2012 I am quite surprised at the number which were married to WildScreW musical melodies, effectively turning the poems into songs. “Free Fall”, “Beast With Two Backs”, “Stung!”, “Cougar!” and “On My Own” were all developed from an original Thomas Wild’s guitar melody, a so called ALPHA, and were professionally recorded on the studio CD which was released at the start of 2017. “On My Own” is a guitar melody which has haunted Thomas, so he claims, since he started to learn to play the guitar and was his personal favourite melody.

The WildScreW ALPHAs “Last Man Standing”, “Demon Eyes”, “Nothin’s Gonna Change” and “Adulterous” are, in my opinion, still, today, all useable and listenable ALPHAs and hopefully will one day also be recorded as part of a professional CD album.

“Hold You In My Arms” is the first poem/song I wrote for Thomas Wild to a guitar melody which wasn’t quite rounded enough and my vocals were also somewhat choppy so were mutually agreed to assign the ALPHA to the digital dustbin.

“Marchin’ In” and “Keep Your Distance” were both written for a project band called PackEis and a detailed study of those lyrics is available in a separate eBOOK.


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



Proem

The eBOOK links to my WORDPRESS site SONGANDVERSE reveal that I write my lyrics using 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.

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



Without You – Original



It’s been quite a while now, all on my own.

Livin’ in a place, which I don’t call home.


Time to time I go out, to seek someone new;

who doesn’t pale to my memories of you.


Left alone here:

Got nothing to do.

Left alone here:

Down-hearted and blue.

Left alone here:

Can’t believe it’s true.

Left alone here:

Without. Without you.


I tell her all the things, which I want to hear myself.

Is this how it is, to be left on the shelf?


Laughing at nothing, ‘cos nothing’s being said.

Later, so alone, with joyless thoughts in my head.


Left alone here:

Got nothing but blues.

Left alone here:

Dejected it’s true.

Left alone here:

Don’t know what to do.

Left alone here:

Without. Without you.


©24.1.2011 Andrew Robert Chapman



She’s Like



She flew into my life,

like a bird of Paradise.

She blew me off my feet,

like a ton of T.N.T.


She stole from me my heart,

like a classic work of art.

She took my breath away,

like a cat a sleepin’ babe.


But now I’m on my own again

and it’s driving me insane!

How did I manage to lose my girl

THIS TIME?

What did I do?

What did I say?

And does it matter anyway?

‘cos my luck’s not gonna change

THIS LIFE.


She occupied my thoughts,

like a breakneck juggernaut.

She filled my heart with joy,

like a child with a new toy.


She gave soul to my life,

when she left she took my smile.

She’s the one I still miss,

like a face starved of a kiss.


And I’m still on my o-w-n

CHORUS


©2.2.2011 Andrew Robert Chapman



Little Miss Dynamite



Long smooth legs,

slimuous thighs!

Betty Boop,

smutty-smoky

smouldering eyes.

Gotta give this girl a try,

slip her one o’ma winnin’ lines,

sound bite to break and melt the black ice.


Flying blind,

headin’ cloud nine.

Need no bush,

bird in hand and

feelin’ Just fine.

Proportions curvin’ way out of sight.

Vital statistics bang-on right.

Ahead a promising an(‘) explosive night.


Thermalite

girl in my sights.

Aiming high,

nothin’ to lose.

Flirtin’-with green eyes.

Gonna hold on real tight and ignite.

Gonna have a blast, a fast rocket-ride.

She’s fired up and runnin’ on overdrive.


She’s a little Miss Dynamite.

A big packet of fun; her smile Pearces daylight.

She’s got ten-pin legs that bowl me over.

She’s got a lighted fuse, but I ain’t runnin’ for cover

I’m gonna see


a lotta little miss dynamite – knows how to set my fuse alight.

A lotta little miss dynamite – gonna blow(,) up in your face alright.

A lotta little miss dynamite – so hot she’ll fuse you like thermalite.

A lotta little miss dynamite – banging away all through the night.

A lotta little miss dynamite.

A lotta little miss dynamite – she’s got the whole scene under control.

A lotta little miss dynamite – knows how and when to let/make you explode.

A lotta little miss dynamite – going wild, lotta hot little lover.

A lotta little miss dynamite – She’s got her head down, well under cover.

A lotta little miss dynamite.

A lotta little miss dynamite – Keeps blowing hard, soft red lips guarantee,

A lotta little miss dynamite – to brew up a barrel load of T.N.T.

A lotta little miss dynamite.

A lotta little miss dynamite – Keeps blowing hard-on your burning fuse.

A lotta little miss dynamite.

A lotta little miss dynamite – Keeps blowing. Fire off your cannon(‘s) balls soon.

A lotta little miss dynamite.

A lotta little miss dynamite – Keeps blowing. Light up sky, stars planets and moon.

A lotta little miss dynamite.

A lotta little miss dynamite – Keeps blowing. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Boom.

A lotta little miss dynamite.


Copyright 3.1.2012 Andrew Robert Chapman



Hold You In My Arms – v1 – v7



Tears welled-up in your eyes are betraying: Your inner pain;

our last time here together, but you smile and don’t complain.

So let me. Hold you in my arms. Again.


Exhausted to your soul, but stay with me, don’t sleep,

or think about the future, just our memories we breathed.

Gently. Softly. Hold you in my arms. My sweet.


You’re leaving on a journey, but I can’t come along,

your world of hurt, pain and suffering will soon be all gone.

You’re leaving me alone and it all seems so wrong,

Both fighting back tears, trying to be strong.

Your wide and frightened eyes

seeking comfort I can’t provide.

I’m so: Paralysed. Traumatised. Wretched and distressed!

Helplessly just looking on but I’m not ready for this yet!


so let me

hold you in my arms.

Hold you in my arms.

:

Hold you in my arms.


Let me – hold you in my arms – my sweet.

I know you’re tired so. Close your eyes to. Go to sleep.

To the ticking of the clock. Softly. Fall asleep.

To my whispers – of our memories. Gently. Fall asleep.

I whisper – breathe our memories. But you don’t hear.

Gently paling memories, because you can’t hear.

Swiftly fading memories, because you’re not here.


Because you’re not here!

I can’t go! I can’t leave! Can’t believe that you’ve gone!

I’ve got to

hold you here.

Hold you now.

Hold you in my arms.

Hold you in my arms!

With tears streaming down my face,

whole of my heart and soul aches!

My sobbing body shakes.

But deep, deep down I know.

I’m gonna have to let you go, won’t ever

hold you in my arms, my love.


Copyright 5.1.2012 Andrew Robert Chapman



Big Bell



All Hell’s Belles – have pealed in time.

But can’t drown out – the big bell’s chime.

(The) end of all days – (yeah) the end is nigh.

(You’ll get) the big bell end( )in(‘) your life.


Harder than steel, and black as coal,

can’t help but feel, down to your soul,

body vibrations distort;

the stiff/thick clapper’s striking your chord (you’re caught)

for the


Big bell – end(‘)s today.

:

Big bell – end(‘)s today.


You’ve had to wait – all of this time.

Your life still flashing – before your eyes.

Religious zealots – always do and die

but won’t feel the big bell end(‘)s tonight!


PRE CHORUS


Big bell – end(‘)s tonight.

:

Big bell – end(‘)s tonight.


On the twelfth stroke – thine will be done.

Maidenhood lost – his kingdom come.

No need to fear – dread or dismay.

You’ll see the big bell end today.


PRE CHORUS


Big bell – end(‘)s tonight.

:

Big bell – end(‘)s tonight.


Vibrating chime! The sky’s alight.

You can feel / Feelin’ the big bell end tonight!


The Cocks seen his last crack of dawn.


Copyright 5.1.2012 Andrew Robert Chapman



On My Own (Original)



It’s been, quite a while now, all on my own.

Livin’ in a place which I don’t, I can’t, I won’t call home.

Time-to-time I get out to meet somebody new;

but they all pale to my cherished, fond memories of you.


On my own: Down-hearted and blue.

On my own: I’ve got nothing to do.

On my own: Why should I, why should I continue?

On my own: Without, without, without,

without you.


I Tell her all the things which, I wanna hear myself.

My smile’s not listening, I wonder why, I’m not my normal self.

We’re laughing at nothing ‘cos, nothing’s being said.

Mumbling our awkward goodbyes wishing we’d – never met.


On my own: Got nothing but blues.

On my own: A fool waiting to be rescued.

On my own: Why should I, why should I continue?

On my own: Without you.

I’m gonna:

Pick up the pieces of my shattered life, and make a brand new start.

Gonna find someone who can mend my bleedin’ broken heart.

Gonna: Make you a distant memory, a long forgotten part of me.

Gonna: Leave this lonely life; break your spell, set myself free.


SOLO 1


On my own: A phoenix reborn, rising with flaming might!

On my own: Spread my wi-ngs, gonna set the world on fire!

On my own: I’m not missing y-o-u, I know I’ll be alright.

On my own: Leaving the heartache in smokin’ ashes far behind.


SOLO 2


On my own: Head held high. Standing proud and tall.

On my own: The future’s bright. The past’s buried forevermore.

On my own: Forging my own fate, happiness, luck and nevermore

On my own: By myself but no longer on my own.


Copyright 13.1.2012 Andrew Robert Chapman



On My Own



It seems – like a lifetime, all on my own.

Livin’ in a place which I don’t, I can’t, I won’t call home.

Time-to-time I get out to meet somebody new;

but they all pale to my cherished, fond memories of you.


On my own: Why should I, why should I continue?

On my own: Without, without you.


Another first date hears things which, I wanna hear myself.

My smile’s not listening, I wonder when I’ll be my normal self.

We’re laughing at nothing ‘cos, nothing’s being said.

Mumbling our awkward goodbyes wishing we’d – never met.


On my own: Got nothing but blues.

On my own: A fool waiting to be rescued.

On my own: Why should I, why should I continue?

On my own: Without you.

I’m gonna:

Pick up the pieces of my shattered life, and make a brand new start.

Gonna find someone who can mend my bleedin’ broken heart.

Gonna: Make you a distant memory, a long forgotten part of me.

Gonna: Leave this lonely life; break your spell, set myself free.


SOLO


On my own: A phoenix reborn, rising with flaming might!

On my own: Spread my wi-ngs, gonna set the world on fire!

On my own: I’m not missing y-o-u, I know I’ll be alright.

On my own: Leaving the heartache in smokin’ ashes far behind.

On my own: Forge my own fate, happiness, luck and nevermore


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