pardonmepete
07-14-2005, 10:17 PM
Alright, this is the first keyboard song I've written. I'm just starting to play keyboard, matter of fact, I don't even own one. I borrowed the one I used here off my g/f, played for two days and wrote this song on the second night. Then practice the 3rd and recorded on the 4th. Let me know what you think.
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/9/jamesnorman_music.htm
Lyrics:
Wicked You
You can hold a torch to the tip of your tongue, wicked you
and you can wave a stick and avoid a plague,
wicked you
and now we know that things just aren't the same
lets just sit around and wait for a day
when our hearts won't beat but our pulse is in a race
the final lap is up, we'll finish in last place
and you...don't know what it's like
to shake the hand of a devil and stare him in the eyes
but you... can run about
on a little playground where children live to play
if it's sunday......then you don't have to say
anything
the days inch by but they don't leave a trace,
wicked you
the candles burn your toes, a primitive pain
wicked you
the lights go out and it always feels the same
my bodies always numb and my minds about the same
and now we know mornings gonna come
like every day before, and everyday to come
and you...don't know what it's like
to shake the hand of a devil and stare him in the eyes
but you... can run about
on a little playground where children live to play
if it's sunday......then you don't have to say
anything
Sorry I haven't replied to any posts yet, I have to get in bed cause I have to work in the morning...but I will for sure crit some after work tomorrow evening....thanks for understanding....
James Norman
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/9/jamesnorman_music.htm
Lyrics:
Wicked You
You can hold a torch to the tip of your tongue, wicked you
and you can wave a stick and avoid a plague,
wicked you
and now we know that things just aren't the same
lets just sit around and wait for a day
when our hearts won't beat but our pulse is in a race
the final lap is up, we'll finish in last place
and you...don't know what it's like
to shake the hand of a devil and stare him in the eyes
but you... can run about
on a little playground where children live to play
if it's sunday......then you don't have to say
anything
the days inch by but they don't leave a trace,
wicked you
the candles burn your toes, a primitive pain
wicked you
the lights go out and it always feels the same
my bodies always numb and my minds about the same
and now we know mornings gonna come
like every day before, and everyday to come
and you...don't know what it's like
to shake the hand of a devil and stare him in the eyes
but you... can run about
on a little playground where children live to play
if it's sunday......then you don't have to say
anything
Sorry I haven't replied to any posts yet, I have to get in bed cause I have to work in the morning...but I will for sure crit some after work tomorrow evening....thanks for understanding....
James Norman