Lesson 1:  Always back it up.  Write it out, take a snap shot.  I know they’re only lyrics, but I feel like I’ve lost a tiny part of me….losing bits of your ‘work’.  It’s kind of painful

VERSE 1

The track was gonna be gold

Yeah it was gonna be a hit

Felt it in my blood

Yeah it was gonna make us rich

And with cash all that rainin down

We could’ve bought Manhattan

And done something good for the world

But I heard it through a purple-twisted grapevine

There’d been some kinda glitch

Someone pulled the plug

Yeah gravity gave it a tug

Now that track it’s lost to cyberspace

A big n empty starless place

Words lost n floatin about

Spinnin around like bits of a broken tardis

CHORUS

All of them kings horses & men gonna need a magic pen

To put this back together again

Cause somehow, like you

I think it’s gone forever

Anyhow, it went a little somethin like…

Up Yours Systematic drop the track to diplomatic

Up Yours Systematic flip the flop to charismatic

Up Yours Systematic trip the hop to doggy matic

Up Yours Systematic rip it up to cherry-matic

VERSE 2

 

 

 

First draft – Verse 1 and Chorus

30/03  –>> I really really need to learn to ‘rap’ – lots of my lyrics are very much rap and I hear it in my head, but just have to give it a go 🙂

Feel like i’m going to go mad sometimes – trapped here with the phones.

Verse 1

Guess who escaped while boxed in with seether

Zapped by a negative low-battery griever

Fetty-wrapped positive, red light cleaver

P-plater on the throne stale-mated in the corner

Queen bee striped bright snow white to midnight

Trapped down a hole, a hole-in-one believer

Hen in a pen chawking at that blackboard

Clawing down another brick-in-the-wall

Step-it-up three times with limousine n lithium

Boom towned away by the B-52s

Eight days a week still ain’t enough

Suck-it-up girlfriend now it’s four-to-the-floor

Verse 2

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X-rated to the bone jail-weighted in his armour

King gee stereotyped overnight to first light

Strapped by a rock, a rock n roll conceiver

Men in a den gawping at their scorecards

Watchin the girls throwin them curve-balls

Flumes drown

Dumped by the waves

Rip-it-up surfer boy now it’s jaw-to-the-floor

 

Give it up boyfriend

 

Kissin castles in the sky,

Buckle up ? now roar

X-rater bone mail

Killin bills pelican

half past home o’clock

make it to the other side

Chorus

Incoming what’s up

Girl you’re Breakin Up

Never clear, barely hear

Always Breakin Up

Yeah trust is like that

When you’re always Breakin Up

It’s like man down line down

Always Breakin Up

It’s like hands up give it up

Girl you’re Breakin Up