Just finished up on a first draft for a set of lyrics. I have been listening to a lot of the Cure and the Doors lately, and wrote something with that in mind. It tells a story of a man who is obsessed with a woman to the point of pretty much stalking her. He approaches her to speak about his obsession, and she just brushes it off and leaves. This sends him crazy and he plots to kill her. You can read the lyrics to find out the rest....
Friday evening, 12AM
The lonely man, kept up again
Living out his fantasies through a bottle of gin
Like every night, that soon will pass
No sleep will come, into his grasp
Just retelling stories over and over again
Lets his mind take control
Throws himself to his knees
Screams into his empty house
His devilish, empty pleas
That no one can satisfy
Except his little tease
So he's still alone
In his empty home
Yeah, he's still alone
Saturday morning, 10AM
The aches and pains, return again
Starts planning ways to meet her by accident
A crossing path, a point of view
No fine detail, he never knew
Sets it all in action, yeah, his perfect plan
He thinks he's fooled them all
Especially his little tease
Got a gut full of hooch
And his head full of his pleas
So he awaits the perfect time
To approach his little tease
She comes around the corner
Gives him a chance to speak
And he says:
"My lust, my life
Closest hint to my success
My struggle, my vice
Reason for my excess
Won't you free me from this torment?
Release me from this hell
Either take me home and love me
Or relieve me from this spell"
The tease is taken aback
She'd never faced such a tongue
Said that in all her life
She'd never met someone
Quite as pathetic as this lonely man
And his exaggerated ways
Turns her back and leaves
Seemingly un-phased
As he lays crazed
Saturday night, 10PM
He opens another, bottle of gin
Starts planning ways to make it seem like an accident
He's got it all, the perfect plan
"If I can't have her, no one can
No, she'll never toy with my mind, again"
She walks through the dark
Struggles to find her keys
As the knife punctures the heart
Of his little tease
And he says "this is what you have done to me
For the last twelve months
Now I'm finally free"
Sirens and Lghts
Echo through the streets
Before he can make a move
They've got him on his knees
Stuck in chains for his living days
He's locked away
Sunday morning, 9AM
A limp body, hangs in the pen
Couldn't find a way for it to seem like an accident
Cover the body, that did the crime
Guess he'll never, do his time
Through life and death, forever,
His little tease.
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Let me know what you think. Good? Shit? Opinions? Work that needs to be done?
Like I said, it's a rough draft and could well never be used, so any feedback is welcome.
