I lose scraps of paper that I write notes
on. Writing on a table napkin while having lunch doesn't work for me
either. It's highly likely I'll forget about it and it ends up
forgotten in the laundry bin inside my jeans pocket. To eventually end
up as a wad of pulp.
Better to record works in progress in the cloud that is the internet.
You can't lose it once it's posted. Unless you intentionally delete it.
That or a terrorist nuclear attack annihilates the city block and the
data center where this site is hosted.
Laundry detergent is a very real creative inhibitor, believe me. More
real than a rogue can of plutonium inside a tourist's backpack. Sorry
Jack Bauer.
So here it is, posted as a blog entry -- tentative lyrics I've been
working on in my head. Yes, in my head. I rarely write lyrics with a
guitar. I don't know why. It seems to work better for me.
The Alarm
(working title)
STANZA
If you wanna tell me lies all night
Alarm bells ringing, oh no, oh no
You wanna be my girl, tonight
Alarm bells ringing, oh no, oh no
REFRAIN
This is what my mother warned me of when I was growing up
This is what my mother warned me of
I know, I know, I know, I kno-ow-ow
CHORUS
Don't be alarmed, girl
I know what I'm doing
Don't hesitate, girl
I know what I'm doing
Eyes on you
I got my eyes on you
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