Songwriting
I love writing songs. And bits of songs. Sometimes I record them in Logic at home.
Your boundary, My border, Your battery, My mortar. Your cavalry, My soldier, Your misery, My torture.
We’re locked, Locked in battle, Taking on shrapnel. We’re locked, Locked in battle, Waving our weapons of war.
Your resources, My treasures, You’re coercive, I’m clever. Your operatives, My informers, Your explosives, We just won’t give.
We’re locked, Locked in battle, Taking on shrapnel. We’d never thought, Thought that the other’d conceive such weapons of war.
We’re locked, Locked and loaded, Nothing unexploded. We never saw, Saw each other, As nothing but a weapon of war.
Your nuclear, My missile, You got the codes, I’ve got mine. Our fingers on, the trigger, And the stopping of time.
We’re locked, Locked in battle, Taking on shrapnel. We’d never thought, Thought that the other’d conceive such weapons of war.
We’re locked, Locked and loaded, Endlessly devoted, to being Locked, Locked in battle, Waving our weapons of war.
We’re locked, Locked in battle, Taking on shrapnel. We’re locked, Locked in battle, Waving our weapons of war.
Your resources, My treasures, You’re coercive, I’m clever. Your operatives, My informers, Your explosives, We just won’t give.
We’re locked, Locked in battle, Taking on shrapnel. We’d never thought, Thought that the other’d conceive such weapons of war.
We’re locked, Locked and loaded, Nothing unexploded. We never saw, Saw each other, As nothing but a weapon of war.
Your nuclear, My missile, You got the codes, I’ve got mine. Our fingers on, the trigger, And the stopping of time.
We’re locked, Locked in battle, Taking on shrapnel. We’d never thought, Thought that the other’d conceive such weapons of war.
We’re locked, Locked and loaded, Endlessly devoted, to being Locked, Locked in battle, Waving our weapons of war.
Cross your legs dear, Smile wide, Don’t laugh loudly, It’s not ladylike. And other wisdom told, That just won’t hold.
If you play with boys, girl, You better let them win, If he sees you’re brainy, It might anger him. And other wisdom told, That just won’t hold.
And if you follow all the rules, No harm will come to you, They say. Day lilies only come to bloom, In the month of June, When conditions loom, Only for a day, So pick them while you may, For your tomb.
Don’t get pregnant, But if you do, Don’t you end it, I’ll raise it for you. And other wisdom old, That just won’t hold.
But do get married, Give him sweet babies three, That’s your job now, Primarily. And other wisdom told, That just won’t, just won’t hold.
Don’t fight back when, They have their way, Why did you lead on men, Who would dig your grave? And other wisdom told, That just won’t let us go.
Won’t let us go, It just won’t hold. When waters rise, The dam is gonna blow. Spreading like a fire, Like our legs so wide and, If it angers men, We say better put the chains on them. And if it angers men, We say better put the chains on,
Day lilies only come to bloom, In the month of June, When conditions loom.
If you play with boys, girl, You better let them win, If he sees you’re brainy, It might anger him. And other wisdom told, That just won’t hold.
And if you follow all the rules, No harm will come to you, They say. Day lilies only come to bloom, In the month of June, When conditions loom, Only for a day, So pick them while you may, For your tomb.
Don’t get pregnant, But if you do, Don’t you end it, I’ll raise it for you. And other wisdom old, That just won’t hold.
But do get married, Give him sweet babies three, That’s your job now, Primarily. And other wisdom told, That just won’t, just won’t hold.
Don’t fight back when, They have their way, Why did you lead on men, Who would dig your grave? And other wisdom told, That just won’t let us go.
Won’t let us go, It just won’t hold. When waters rise, The dam is gonna blow. Spreading like a fire, Like our legs so wide and, If it angers men, We say better put the chains on them. And if it angers men, We say better put the chains on,
Day lilies only come to bloom, In the month of June, When conditions loom.
