Hey, I'm writing a new song, and the song is a song about parents missing their children, in this case maybe a mother missing her son/daughter. I want it to be in the mothers point of view
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I will try to think more on this later... but I remember sitting on my mom's hips when I was a little girl... she'd lie on her side, and I'd climb up and sit on the curvy part of her hips, or in the little pit created when you bend your knees, and your feet rest on the back of the couch... I hope that makes sense. Anyway, when I was 15 or so, she asked me to climb up there and sit with her and watch TV again, like I was little, b/c I was never around anymore, and that's what she missed.
That response makes me smile. It not only brings back some warm memories of my home and my rents and some of the great times I shared with my family, but it helped me get a start to this song. I'd love for you to share more. I'm gonna write a verse for that exact entry, let me know what you think of it.
BTW im so glad that i finally got to meet you. You have a very animate and youthful personality that just made that NYC trip all the more exciting and memorable. thanks for readin my journal, and for the slendid evening with my broski in NYC, not to mention the free brewski :)
Kat "psst...what's he doin..." Kat *nudge* "what's he doin?" Benno - "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THAT TREE?" Tree guy - "I'm checking for asian long-horn beetles" Benno - "Oh."
V1 When the world around you Every inch of you falls down When the weary are all that you know Come to me, come on home V2 Sit up on me, rest your feet Like you did when you were three Tell me all of your days alone Come to me, come on home C There are troubles to be found Fields of red and white around Know that my heart sings out in prayer In harms way, please keep safe V3 These walls are not the same Or the room in which you laid Alabaster and cobble stone Come to me, come on home V4 I’ll be here when you return In these walls a deep concern Remember the smile we used to share In your heart ill always be there Outtro Come to me, come on home Come to never longer roam Tell me of your days alone Come to me, come on home
im open to any comments, im just gonna write like mad. im hoping for something like 10 verses and to pick different ones everytime i perform it. you kinda know the theme and poetic idea. Feel free to post verses or comments, or memories. this is just a start
Re: it's a startbluefog03April 4 2005, 14:36:22 UTC
I really like it Ben. I never had a father figure growing up until my stepdad came around when I was 9, and even that started out a bit weird. My mother used to comfort me and read to me when I was younger, and she would even have me read to her sometimes (I was only like 4 at the time).
Just a thought for a verse.
Verse
Though it's hard to see you grow Deep inside I know the love and care I give to you Will find it's way through
you dont have to use it... I really enjoy the words you have now. Good luck with the final product.
Yo whats up bro! I remember the days when my dad and I boxed every night, and I mean every night and than he would tickle me till I cried. We would wrestle all over the house and make a huge mess... just good memories hope it helps... ~Zlatan~
one of my favorite memories is how i used to attach myself to my parent's legs, and then they'd walk around the house with me standing on thier feet.. i think you know what i'm talking about
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BTW im so glad that i finally got to meet you. You have a very animate and youthful personality that just made that NYC trip all the more exciting and memorable. thanks for readin my journal, and for the slendid evening with my broski in NYC, not to mention the free brewski :)
Kat "psst...what's he doin..."
Kat *nudge* "what's he doin?"
Benno - "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THAT TREE?"
Tree guy - "I'm checking for asian long-horn beetles"
Benno - "Oh."
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When the world around you
Every inch of you falls down
When the weary are all that you know
Come to me, come on home
V2
Sit up on me, rest your feet
Like you did when you were three
Tell me all of your days alone
Come to me, come on home
C
There are troubles to be found
Fields of red and white around
Know that my heart sings out in prayer
In harms way, please keep safe
V3
These walls are not the same
Or the room in which you laid
Alabaster and cobble stone
Come to me, come on home
V4
I’ll be here when you return
In these walls a deep concern
Remember the smile we used to share
In your heart ill always be there
Outtro
Come to me, come on home
Come to never longer roam
Tell me of your days alone
Come to me, come on home
im open to any comments, im just gonna write like mad. im hoping for something like 10 verses and to pick different ones everytime i perform it.
you kinda know the theme and poetic idea. Feel free to post verses or comments, or memories. this is just a start
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Just a thought for a verse.
Verse
Though it's hard to see you grow
Deep inside I know
the love and care I give to you
Will find it's way through
you dont have to use it... I really enjoy the words you have now. Good luck with the final product.
~Justin Glodich
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Searching for hidden easter eggs and unwrapping extravagantly packedged X-mas gifts.
T-Ball and little league and ice cream and hugs win or lose.
Roasting marshmallows with graham crackers around a campfire with lightening bugs in glass jars as our night-lights.
Learning about life from one another.
That one innevitable moment where the child realizes that their parents aren't perfect and don't know all the answers.
The moment when the child realizes that the above is okay.
Hope it helps. Respond if you need/want a name for this.
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