Songs

Good Morning,

On this freezing cold day (where the snow is not quite cold to settle on the ground) in this freezing cold three-storey high house (where no one knows how to turn the heating on) with mittens, scarves, wooly socks and hats, I have nothing better to than post up some of my musical work from early January. I'm not singing them for you, so you'll just have to work out the tune for yourselves, I'm afraid.

Magic

This is a whole lot of pages,
For just one girl to have on her own,
So I will let you join me,
From Washington to Tokyo.
We’ll go to chocolate factories,
Italian pizza and good ol’ French art,
Ride camels in the desert,
Get to Spain if we make a good start.

‘Cause this world is made of magic,
You don’t have to hitch a ride to the moon,
It really would be tragic,
If you missed out ‘cause it all was to soon.

We may just live off crackers,
Salted peanuts that you buy on the train,
Gross expresso coffee,
But trust me we will not go insane.
There’s this person in this restaurant,
He’ll give you all your meals for free,
He lives somewhere in Canada,
But can’t survive without his English tea.

‘Cause this world is made of magic,
You don’t have to drive to Mars,
It really would be tragic,
If you missed out because it was too far.

Maybe someday,
We’ll do all this great stuff again,
If we have the money,
But it’ll just have to wait until then.

‘Cause this world is made of magic,
It doesn’t matter where you go,
It all depends on normal things,
Like imagination and the cool stuff you know.

Sing to the tune of Sugababes - Red Dress (just make it fit)

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Seagull On The Roof

I ask you where you’ve been for the past six months?
But you’ve nothing to say!
I ask you why you can never tell me the truth?
But you just walk away!

I was your friend,
But it’s time to end,
This absurd all-lie-and-no-truth,
I’m about to crack,
And I’m not coming back,
Just another seagull of your roof.

You follow me round,
I’m the fox; you’re the hound,
Can’t you see we’re through?
Showered with roses, bombarded with posies,
I wish there was something I could do…

I was your friend,
But it’s time to end,
This absurd all-lie-and-no-truth,
I’m about to crack,
And I’m not coming back,
Just another seagull of your roof.

Just go away, if you’ve something to say,
Please send it in the mail,
I hope that you weep, that you cry yourself to sleep,
‘Cause your heart’s carved out of pure hail.

I was your friend,
But it’s time to end,
This absurd all-lie-and-no-truth,
I’m about to crack,
And I’m not coming back,
Just another seagull of your roof.

Go to hell, I’m not very well,
You’ve been making me very sick,
It’s nice to know, that you’re full of woe,
But you’re just an irritating tick.


I was your friend,
But it’s time to end,
This absurd all-lie-and-no-truth,
I’m about to crack,
And I’m not coming back,
Just another seagull of your roof.

I start to scream, but it’s just a dream,
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye....

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This World

We’re alone in this world,
That’s what makes us strong,
We’ve got to think about our conscience,
Consider right and wrong.

We’ve got to pull ourselves together,
Pick up the pieces if we drop,
Hold on tight and enjoy the ride,
Make it to the top.

Putting trust in someone else,
Could be jumping off a cliff,
Or you may find your safe harbour,
If you stop to consider, ‘What If?’

I’ve not seen much of this world,
But I’ve seen enough to know:
Nobody cares for too long,
If you stay or if you go.

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Fearful Blind Lamb

You think I don’t notice but I do,
It’s written quite clear and the image says everything,
Ever looked in a mirror ‘cause you won’t like what you see,
You’re a monster by heart and plain evil by nature.
What I know I don’t like and the rest I don’t want to hear,
I thought you were different; oh boy I was right about that.
A flicker of your true self was all I needed,
Out of that door, I’m long gone and so are you.
If you go down in history I think I’ll know why,
You’re carved out of stone but you could walk a thousand miles.
I’m no angel but compared to you? I’m a saint.
All I can say is goodbye but you don’t deserve it really.
I say it because I don’t want you to hurt me.
You’re a nasty piece of work and you sure know it.I’m just the fearful blind lamb.

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Okay, none of these songs or poems are decent, but I've got better work in my song diary from further on.

Lady Solacia x