Got a brand new song
FinsburyParkCarrots
Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
Born about an hour ago. It's called "The Nature of a Game".
I knew a man, who sang in whirling words, sat at the bar:
his topic was, "The nature of the game."
Were those miles of foot, or mind, he'd journeyed? Still, he'd travelled far:
enough to tell us, we were all the same.
"You might have different names, but as you come, and as you go,
your pettinesses lead you down one road,
where clouds of death will dull your little colours and your show.
My eyes have weighed you, and your shallow load."
Chorus: "It's the nature of the game":
It's just an empty man's refrain.
"It's just the nature of the game."
I remember the chorus, just the same.
"I've seen men who hallow faithfulness, whose eyes are first to stray.
I've seen men of freedom, keep a private slave.
I've seen turnarounds, signposted as a third and better way.
I've seen palace banquets, headed by a knave.
'I've seen gold, define the gleam that flashes in a preacher's eyes.
I've seen you think of it, as missionary zeal.
I've seen rebels, bribed and silenced, to preserve a norm of lies.
I've seen you wish away your right, to act and feel."
Chorus: "It's the nature of the game":
It's just an empty man's refrain.
"It's just the nature of the game."
I remember the chorus, just the same.
The man had skin so thin, it showed the hollow at the core:
His grim veneer of grey, a case of dust.
His fingers clasped an empty glass, he wanted filled no more.
His lips were dry and white, long done with lust.
I looked up to a mirror, which was hanging overhead.
I saw my glass was empty, quite the same.
Closing time was called. All, filed away. No more was said,
and night unlearned the nature of the game.
Chorus: "It's the nature of the game":
It's just an empty man's refrain.
"It's just the nature of the game."
I remember the chorus, just the same.
---
Copyright, you know who, 2006
I knew a man, who sang in whirling words, sat at the bar:
his topic was, "The nature of the game."
Were those miles of foot, or mind, he'd journeyed? Still, he'd travelled far:
enough to tell us, we were all the same.
"You might have different names, but as you come, and as you go,
your pettinesses lead you down one road,
where clouds of death will dull your little colours and your show.
My eyes have weighed you, and your shallow load."
Chorus: "It's the nature of the game":
It's just an empty man's refrain.
"It's just the nature of the game."
I remember the chorus, just the same.
"I've seen men who hallow faithfulness, whose eyes are first to stray.
I've seen men of freedom, keep a private slave.
I've seen turnarounds, signposted as a third and better way.
I've seen palace banquets, headed by a knave.
'I've seen gold, define the gleam that flashes in a preacher's eyes.
I've seen you think of it, as missionary zeal.
I've seen rebels, bribed and silenced, to preserve a norm of lies.
I've seen you wish away your right, to act and feel."
Chorus: "It's the nature of the game":
It's just an empty man's refrain.
"It's just the nature of the game."
I remember the chorus, just the same.
The man had skin so thin, it showed the hollow at the core:
His grim veneer of grey, a case of dust.
His fingers clasped an empty glass, he wanted filled no more.
His lips were dry and white, long done with lust.
I looked up to a mirror, which was hanging overhead.
I saw my glass was empty, quite the same.
Closing time was called. All, filed away. No more was said,
and night unlearned the nature of the game.
Chorus: "It's the nature of the game":
It's just an empty man's refrain.
"It's just the nature of the game."
I remember the chorus, just the same.
---
Copyright, you know who, 2006
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nice to meet you
I'm more
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
I wrote the song all in order. I was thinking that the man in bar would go into a reverie, and recount all he'd seen. Moreandmore mentioned Dylan: maybe the reverie is a little like the "I've seen..." list, in "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall", or the list in Ginsberg's "Howl". That wasn't the conscious intention at the time of writing, but I can certainly see the connection, on a second look.
Repetition of a phrase, at the beginning of successive lines, is a rhetoric device called anaphora. It works well in song, I feel!
I had my twelve string on my knee as I wrote that. It's fun, when words and music come together at once. And a bit of a relief, too. Saves a bit of work!
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
How about epistrophe? repetition at the end? I suppose sestinas use a sophisticated and subtle variant of this.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
COULD YOU PLEASE TELL TONY BLAIR WE STILL NEED HIM?:D
great writing as usual.
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
The man had skin so thin, it showed the hollow at the core:
His grim veneer of grey, a case of dust.
His fingers clasped an empty glass, he wanted filled no more.
His lips were dry and white, long done with lust.
I looked up to a mirror, which was hanging overhead.
I saw my glass was empty, quite the same.
Closing time was called. All, filed away. No more was said,
and night unlearned the nature of the game.
carry on fins.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
thanks, fins.
~it is shining it is shining~