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2015: Lyrics & Poems


Copyright 2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

Published by Andrew Robert Chapman at Smashwords

Edition 2019.2.5


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Table of Contents

Prologue

Preface

Preamble

Proem

Aftermath

All That I Got

Animal Farm

At The Gates

Black Swans

Genocide

Glide

Gold Is Ours

I Like Chicks

Land Of The Free

More Or Less

Only Girl

Painkiller

Promiscuous

Quicksilver

Scarlet Women

Screamin' Silence

Sweetspot

Tanya Welch

Two's Company

We Came; We Saw; He Died

We're Going To War

Writing On The Wall

Writing On The Wall (3 Verse for WildScreW)

Writing On The Wall (original)

Zombie State

Song background information

Aftermath

All That I Got

Black Swans

Glide

I Like Chicks

Painkiller

Quicksilver

Scarlet Women

Screamin’ Silence

Sweetspot

Tanya Welch

Two’s Company

We’re Going To War

Writing On The Wall

Song breakdown/explanation

Painkiller

Writing On The Wall

Epilogue

About the author

Other books by the author

Contacts and Links



Prologue

When I starting compiling this book’s content I was asked for whom I was writing it for. I replied “For myself.”

Contrary to all advice concerning writing eBOOKs, my motivation is not to appeal to a wide audience, achieve international fame nor make a fortune, large or small. The song lyrics in this book were written with the hope and intention that they one day achieve immortality on a professionally produced studio CD. But, since I started writing poems in 2012, the amount of rhymes, ditties and lyrics has swollen to the extent that any plan to record them all is hopelessly unrealistic.

Thus, instead of them languishing unrevealed, unread and unheard of, a plan formed to make them accessible to the world via a self-published eBOOK. Should just a single word, line, stanza or refrain from the book’s lyrics raise a smile, give pause for thought or even manage to inspire a single person, then my time and effort have been more than worthwhile and rewarded.



Preface

In 2012 I was asked to write lyrics for several band projects, one of which was to lead to the formation of the rock band WildScreW and culminate with the production of a studio CD, “Writing On The Wall”*, at the end of 2016 with myself as vocalist.

The CD’s title song was to become a finalist in the 19th Great American Song Contest.


*Paperback readers must navigate themselves manually to the hyperlinks embedded directly in the eBOOK by referring to the “Contacts and Links” section, where all relevant hyperlinks can be found, including the location of any audio files.



Preamble

Before I joined eleven of my lyrics to musical melodies and sang them with a rock band in a professional recording studio, I used to take an inordinate amount of time fettling my rhymes so that, at least to my mind, the metre, the rhythm, the pace, the meaning, everything I considered vital to the flow and comprehension, was as perfect as I could manage.

I was effectively writing poems.

I was to quickly learn, however, that as soon as a poem is put to music, the strict rules which apply to prose become extremely lax or are completely thrown out of the window. The words which now wrap themselves around a musical melody can be shortened or lengthened by the articulation of the singer in a way which can not be donated or conveyed in a poem’s written form (although I sometimes attempt this by breaking words with hyphens or compressing them to phonetics). Furthermore music producers and studio adaptations and necessities place further demands on a songwriter and a song’s structure, which cause last minute lyrical rewrites and polishing in the studio.

And thus it was I decided, after my experience with WildScreW, that I would purposely leave all my future poetic efforts in a much rawer and less-polished state. Should the occasion arise that such a poem is put to music, then that would be the time to spend the extra effort refining, polishing and honing the rhymes.

Over the years I have also discovered that it is best to literally dump to (digital) paper what ever words and ideas are coursing through one’s mind: Effectively not applying a filter. When I started writing poetry I too often thought “This idea is too puerile!” or “This isn’t my style!” or some other reason not to progress with whatever idea had pushed its way to the front of my mind. And, in my case at least, that usually led to writer’s block, as my work on a different idea would be hindered by the interference from recurring themes from the original, blocked poem. By starting (though not necessarily finishing) any ideas which come into my head, my mind finds closure with that thought concept and is free and uncluttered to move unencumbered onto the next idea, although it is also the reason why there will be a certain tally of poems which are in dire need of polish, fettling and which even contain unfinished lines or rhymes.

Poetry, in all its forms, is an art. You either like a painter’s realism phase or their abstract work. Rarely both. But I hope you stumble across a couple of rhymes which make the time you’ve taken to read them more than worth your while.

2015 turned out to be a satisfying year for lyrics, with twenty six songs in total for the whole of the year. The WildScrew songs “Painkiller” and “Writing On The Wall”, which were based on the melodies from Erich May’s previous band’s (DEFENDER) records, “Painkiller” and “Shot In The Night”, were penned. “Promiscuous” was one of the last WildScreW ALPHAs before the band’s efforts were concentrated on the eleven songs in the set for the recording studio and “Scarlet Woman” was also written, although it wasn’t until two years later that I married it to a bass melody and presented it to the WildScreW splinter band, FATE, as an ALPHA. I am also fond of “Tanya Welch” and “I Like Chicks” which are very tongue in cheek poems.


The songs are presented chronologically in the order they were written and copyrighted.



Proem

The eBOOK links to my WORDPRESS site SONGANDVERSE reveal that I write my lyrics using a colour code to optically highlight the various song parts. Thus the simply typed PRE-CHORUS and CHORUS serve to reflect the text contained in their equally colour coded counterparts at the start of the song. BRIDGE and PARLANDO parts of a song are also uniquely coloured, in order to visually separate them from the other song parts.

Unfortunately, for eBOOK compatibility, all text has been coloured black/automatic.



More Or Less



Gimme more up, gimme more down.

Gimme more grind, gimme less frown.

Giveya more hard, gimme more soft.

Gimme more on, gimme less off.


Gimme what ya got.


More or less.


Gimme more ying, gimme more yang.

Gimme less buck, gimme more bang.

Gimme more rise, gimme more fall.

Gimme more glide, gimme less stall.


PRE-CHORUS


CHORUS


Gimme more free, gimme more easy.

Gimme less me, me, me.

Gimme more heart race, gimme less snail’s pace.

Gimme more full bore, gimme more hard core.


PRE-CHORUS


CHORUS


Copyright 10.12.2015 Andrew Robert Chapman



Tanya Welch



She didn’t waste her time on idle sweet nothings,

straight and direct – told it how it was.

She needs a married guy, who hasn’t had a good f@ck.

She’s a naughty bitch who needs accused in the a$$.


Look through my pics and f@ck me.

Don’t forget me.


Tanya Welch


A “Quick Affair Match” in your face eyecatcher,

a click-bait mail had avoided my spammer.

I wondered briefly, was Tanya bona fide?

She wrote special chrctrs and had terrible grammar.


PRE-CHORUS


CHORUS


But who was I to judge? Maybe she’s a lonely rich Russian?

And the @ and the $ got lost in translation.

So I decided to answer, thank her for her offer,

and what do you know! I accused her in the a$$!


PRE-CHORUS


CHORUS


Copyright 30.11.2015 Andrew Robert Chapman


A “Quick Affair Match” was the E-Mail’s title,


Original Mail

Tanya Welch


You’ve got a Quick Affair Match


I need a married guy who hasn’t had a good f@ck for a long time Naughty bitch needs to be accused in the a$$

Look through my pics and f@ck me


Don’t forget me



Screamin’ Silence


(Metre similar to Linkin’ Park’s “Hands Held High”)


The truth is out there, right in your face!

get your head out of your ass, check out the place

where informed dark-net web-blog pages debate.

Hell, even RT’s more balanced than the West’s Fourth estate.


I shout out loud, but I’m ignored.

I shout out loud, no one hears me warnin’.

I’m


screamin’ silence.


The end is nigh, writ on my sandwich board,

for mankind. They’re gonna start a new world order.

Whatever that means; we’re promised peace, love, and more.

But to reach this Utopia, there’s gonna be a third World War.


PRE-CHORUS


CHORUS


(Female nurse: Time for your medicine!)


My voice hoarse from shoutin’, but nobody listens.

Family and friends have long since distanced

themselves, from me, the rich, mad, mad uncle.

Who himself prays his rants are just crazy bunkum.


PRE-CHORUS


CHORUS


Copyright 27.11.2015 Andrew Robert Chapman



We’re Going To War



“We’re goin’ to war.” She smiled, as she read the evening news.

There’s no political mandate, but they know what’s best for you.

Napoleon’s bastard offspring asked for help from little Hitler.

An attack from Belgium’s ghettos, but we’re to bomb the shit out of Syria.


We’re marchin’ in, on sovereign terriTORY.

Battling the “terrifying” invisible enemy.


We’re going to war.


“We’re goin in too, chaps! We don’t want to miss the show!”

Lions led by donkeys, “… it’ll be over by Christmas you know.”

Fifty-grand per flight hour, a cool four billion per carrier.

And all the years before, not one penny off your tax-bill.


We’re marchin’ in, on sovereign territ’ry.

Fighting adjectives and acronyms.


CHORUS


The psychopathic puppet masters have finally lost the plot.

We’re supporting Al-Quaida against IS, ISIL Daesh or what-

ever the fuck they’re called today – those “scary, scary” crazies.

Gonna stop the terrorist threat with the lives of your babies.


PRE-CHORUS


CHORUS


Turn off the fuckin’ TV, don’t listen to their lies.

War’s a fuckin’ racket and consumes youth’s virgin lives.

When the war machine fires up, it’s gears turn and grind,

only the children of the chosen are guaranteed to stay behind.


CHORUS


Copyright 27.11.2015 Andrew Robert Chapman



Two’s Company



Yer pays yer money, yer takes yer chance:

One nights sin a criminal romance.

Cross my heart and count my blessin’s,

just like I’d died and gone to heaven.


Whispers ‘n’ fingers meltin’ bonds ‘n’ vows.

She’s workin’ to please ‘n’am gonna do myself proud:


Two’s company – but three’s allowed.


In for a penny, in for a pound,

ain’t only money that makes the world go ’round.

She knocked me out – I was fl-o-o-red,

seein’ more than double – it was wall-to-wall.


Gaspin’ for air, screamin’ out loud.

She’s workin’ to please, am playin’ to the crowd.


CHORUS


Nothin’ ventured, nothin gained, sweet-sweet-sweet nothings.

A lion’s lair, for those who dare, to rent you limb-from-limb.

Growlin’ hot, wild junk yard dogs, lickin’ atta bone.

Businessmen ‘n’ the original sin, before they go back home.


She’s on her back, she’s on her knees!

Two’s company, and three’s a squeeze!


Hanged for a sheep, hanged for a lamb,

I was born to be hanged, so catch me if you can.

‘cos I caught my third wind, three in a row!

I got my balls to the wall till the end of the show.


Gaspin’ for air, screamin’ out loud.

The dirty little tease’ll make her daddy proud.


CHORUS


Copyright 25.11.2015 Andrew Robert Chapman



Animal Farm


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