Goal: write a song a month, with the resolve to not self-edit or worry if it’s crap. So far in songwriting, I've neglected to add a bridge to my songwriting capabilities, something I learned, listening to the Beatles Channel, that Paul and John were geniuses at. I'm still learning this craft, so I'm going to give it a try.
I have been taking pen to paper,
But mostly, finger to key.
To tell stories about life,
And sometimes about you and me.
It may seem a little trite,
It's new to me, that's all.
A simple line, an easy rhyme,
But creatively, I've hit the wall.
Now I'm at the chorus,
I just ran to the fridge.
I'll repeat the chorus,
Till I find the bridge.
Yes - I'll repeat the chorus,
Just take me to the bridge...
Those lads from Liverpool could do it, an easy middle eight,
Pop songs - three minutes of joy
Appears on acetate!
[Guitar solo!]
Oh I'm living in Mitty's world,
Where I'm a huge rock star.
Expensive clothes, fancy stones,
Big, fat shiny cars.
Arena shows and screaming fans,
Contract riders? The cookies Pepperidge.
And on the cover of Rolling Stone,
If only I find the bridge.
Yeah take me to the bridge.
I get you there, if only I find the bridge...
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