Start of a new song.  Feeling tired and trapped today, hence the lyrics  🙂

26/04/17 – Yippee!! Just thought of a really cool idea for this song.  A copier machine spitting out blank pages.  I’ll do this on my lunch break or get a tech to record it for me…then tweak it with an effect on my PC.  Really cool rhythm sound, which is going to work really well in this track!!!!

1/06/17 – Started writing Verse 2

Intro

(Konica Minolta copier machine sound, with effects)

* I have the copier sound recorded – yay *

Verse 1

Lookin glass wired through black n white barred

Doors jarred n slammed with that meet n greet

Bull dust n small talk breakin us down

Cause the walls are closing in and we’re losin the grin

Floors grey n squared sportin domino chairs

Balls chained n heavy not a succulent in sight

Pizza crust n coke gonna need a damn siesta

With cricket on the lunch screen and we’re rollin on 2pm

Lookin hot n cold through the breath of an igloo

Papers licked n flicked with the devil in her eye

Sharp heels slicin through the ice rinked blue

Cause we’re blinkin up to no sky copin with the ridicule

Cause the blink                                                        ice rink

With heels slicin sharp

Blinkin up to no sky ?? Sharp heels slicin through the cold floor

Mobile phone n fake gems stuck on the outside

Jammed drawers n horrid jewels Y toom to hello

Mobile phone n fake gems stuck on the outside

Like on the inside

keyboard

Big long and sharp

Hospital sounds

Outskirts of hell

Chorus

Thank f**k it’s Friday

Yeah bring it on 5 pm

(Yeah bring it on the weekend)

Thank f**k it’s Friday

Oh we want it 5pm

Thank f**k it’s Friday

Give it to us 5pm

Thank f**k it’s Friday

Yeah bring it on the weekend

New song lyrics…this one I’ll be donating to Sean @ Prestige Honda.  He is a pro drummer and would do something really cool with this 

Verse 1

Feelin the dread cause she’s runnin outta tread

With that back tyre bolted soon it’s gonna be deflated

Hamster style wheelin while the big boss 

Up the hill to fetch that pale of torture…

Radiator leakin yeah that overflow she’s bubblin

Caged cinematic crownin petals excavated

Electric Daisy carnal snatchin at her soft glow

Jazzed heart beaten by that jail time scorcher

Chorus

Cause I gotta gold coin 

And I’m chasin the dream

Yeah i’m headed for that…

Wishin’ Well

(Wishin’ Well)

Diamond in the snow

Let the rhythm flow

Avalanche my city night

Tossin out a chord

(Yeah tossin out a chord)

Six figure (triple that)

Bring it back (monopolize)

Three times (copy that)

Wishin’ Well

(Wishin’ Well)

Cause I gotta gold coin 

And I’m chasin the dream

Oh yeah i’m headed for that…

Verse 2

Squeakin like a lab rat reapin at the roundabout

Wailin out to Walt breakin at the stop sign

Temp started peakin beggin for a Kool breeze 

Mini mouse screamin out doused by that court ya…

Ghost to the side yeah her knock is real loud

Purple paintwork faded losin that spark-me-up

Lady trampled bumper style gonna feel that whiplash 

Bright sight dodgin while she cries out white neon light 

 Chorus (x2)

I hear upbeat happy, moving rock kinda track here – with old school keyboards.  Kinda B52’s style of singing!

V 1

There’s a shimmer in the sky

That can’t be denied

And it’s got them feelin mental

Cuts em down to residential

See the rooftops in those pines

A reminder of the times

Forgotten incidental

Breaking fast to continental

V 2

 There’s a glimmer in goodbye

In that scantly rawhide

And it’s ringin like a cowbell

Shoots em down to confidential

See the proof-dots in those lines

A re-sounder of the chimes

Begotten icecreamental

Quaking blast to ornamental

Chorus

Black black blanket points chameleon

To the way she wears her swoon

And when the day turns into night

Stars will lose their sight

Cause she’s running

Yeah she’s running

Yeah she’s running down the

Highway To Home

Cause she’s running

Yeah she’s running

Yeah she’s running down the

Highway To Home

Rhyme words:

swimmer

tide

verified

 New lyrics.  I have a chord structure happening too…

V 1

Her eyes are always darker after rain

Star dust trails on down that lane she sits alone

Melancholic laser beating

Leaving razor broke that glassy pane 

She guises storms insider after hail

Trust derailed n shuned at shame she makes it known

Telepathic blazer heating

Grieving hazy stroke that lazy vein 

Chorus

Church Bells on Sunday

Cry over yes-ter-day

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…)

Church Bells on Sunday

Fly away blue bou-quet 

V2

Her heart beats so much faster pink champagne

Tar lust gails to crown she takes the throne

Photographic phaser greeting

Breathing taser smoke that posy grain

She wises self subcriber inked a mane

Rusty jail bed of fun to fame she aches n moans

 daisy woke