Songwriters?

[Billy]

Are there any songwriters on here? I like to do a bit but I'm not really that grand at it, was just wondering if anyone else likes to? This could be a thread for you to share your work..

[Chuck]

Share your work with us Billy. :)

[Billy]

alot of my stuff is quite pop though, it's mainly for a rpg game that i play online :) this was one of the first songs I ever wrote though, and I was pretty proud of it :)

Ghostwriter

Please forgive me if I'm being rude
I'm on a search to find myself
I'm not ignoring you intentionally
I just need to find myself

Welcome to the story of my life.
Run through life knowing nothing
Things happen, time and time again
Yet I can't stop myself making mistakes
The same mistakes I made before
I cannot rewrite or erase this page
This must be someone elses life
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.

I'd like to know who,
Please tell me who I'm writing for
I'd like to advise the patient on what they're doing
I wanna help them to right their wrongs

Welcome to the story of my life.
Run through life knowing nothing
Things happen, time and time again
Yet I can't stop myself making mistakes
The same mistakes I made before
I cannot rewrite or erase this page
This must be someone elses life
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.

I've confused myself immensely
Is this me or someone else?
Am I changing, or am I roleplaying?
These questions need some answers.

Welcome to the story of my life.
Run through life knowing nothing
Things happen, time and time again
Yet I can't stop myself making mistakes
The same mistakes I made before
I cannot rewrite or erase this page
This must be someone elses life
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.


What I'd give to show them the lies
But I'll stick to crossing the t's and
Dotting the i's.

Welcome to the story of my life.
Run through life knowing nothing
Things happen, time and time again
Yet I can't stop myself making mistakes
The same mistakes I made before
I cannot rewrite or erase this page
This must be someone elses life
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.

Welcome to the story of my life.
Run through life knowing nothing
Things happen, time and time again
Yet I can't stop myself making mistakes
The same mistakes I made before
I cannot rewrite or erase this page
This must be someone elses life
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.
I'm just the ghost writer.

[Stu]

I put one in the poetry thread for some reason even though they were intended to be put to music . I guess they are better off here. I have loads but they are writen and not typed and I hate transfering them because I'm lazy :

Unknown Girls

[I]Unknown girls to be found throughout
Their nectar sweet accents I could do without
When I'm trying to settle on what's really around
A barren plane, the worst kind of drought

Unknown girls they come through the screen
Causing all that's natural to rip at the seams
And I kick and I scream within of without
As a perverted mindset rises from doubt

Unknown girls to watch but not touch
No communication, not a word
No situation or any kind of relation
Just temporary relief from a world of hurt

Unknown to me, and me to them
Can't have or hold
Can't confide or be told
Anything but unknown girls I have to go without.


It's about wanking

I'll try and get up some more credible ones.

[Stu]

Here Without Time

Thinkin' you'll only come up sometimes
Thinkin' of worlds away from here
Thinkin' there's always something out there
The collected works of fear

And I never thought I'd see the side
Where shadows stop the time
Where the sound is formed
Piece by peace
In numeric crystalline

And I never thought I'd see godhead
As it was and always will be
The note that sang with white light
Sweet dread symphony
Here without time

Thinkin' in a loop all mine
So visceral that it shakes and grinds
Closing in, monochrome
Angular where it hurts and disturbs the mind

An oracle for every orifice
Closed fists for misanthrophists
Melatonin for the toil
Of sitting at home alone all the time

Here without time.



I'm thinking of offering it to the Sugababes.