I wrote this song over the summer while driving around Memphis delivering pizzas. I had the melody for a few weeks before I had any actual lyrics. Sometimes when I'm trying to come up with lyrics I just start saying strange phrases in my head to myself. I look for flow of presentation. It doesn't always have to mean something specific. Usually if it does mean something it just means that I got lucky.
There were three lines that really made this song come together. "But this is my last show of colors, goodbye lovers now, wicked has her ways". I knew I had something cool once I had those three lines, but the next line "and even sinners pray for something" - that was the nail in the coffin for me. Just something about that line ripped me up. Once that I had the entire chorus I found myself singing it to myself often. I still do. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. That doesn't happen a whole lot. There's a song I just wrote this last week that I haven't finished the lyrics on yet that is always in my head like this song.
As for the meaning of this song - I don't know. It's strange to go back and read the lyrics sometimes after writing a song because I don't always remember exactly why I wrote something. I do know that part of the meaning is that its okay if life is not always sweet. In fact, it's expected to be bitter at times - which makes everything else seem sweeter when it does happen, hence the line "love won't always sing". Sometimes bad happens. Sometimes it happens a lot. Sometimes it doesn't seem as though it will go away... The jury is still out on that one for me.
There were three lines that really made this song come together. "But this is my last show of colors, goodbye lovers now, wicked has her ways". I knew I had something cool once I had those three lines, but the next line "and even sinners pray for something" - that was the nail in the coffin for me. Just something about that line ripped me up. Once that I had the entire chorus I found myself singing it to myself often. I still do. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. That doesn't happen a whole lot. There's a song I just wrote this last week that I haven't finished the lyrics on yet that is always in my head like this song.
As for the meaning of this song - I don't know. It's strange to go back and read the lyrics sometimes after writing a song because I don't always remember exactly why I wrote something. I do know that part of the meaning is that its okay if life is not always sweet. In fact, it's expected to be bitter at times - which makes everything else seem sweeter when it does happen, hence the line "love won't always sing". Sometimes bad happens. Sometimes it happens a lot. Sometimes it doesn't seem as though it will go away... The jury is still out on that one for me.
Torn asunder by my hate
Broken twice in two
More than once I’ve twisted fate
I’m nobody’s fool
Acid falls against my skin
Demons pull me low
I can taste the ash of sin
I feel trapped in this freak show
I don’t claim to know
But this is my last show of colors
Goodbye lovers now
Wicked has her ways
And even sinners pray for something
Love won’t always sing
Spiraling out of control
Fatalism wins
Falling down the rabbit hole
The mystery begins
I could fall into the sun
Death could be my friend
Angel wings have come undone
I’ve stopped trying to pretend
I don’t claim to know
But this is my last show of colors
Goodbye lovers now
Wicked has her ways
And even sinners pray for something
Love won’t always sing
1 comment:
My favorite line...."Falling down the rabbit hole, The mystery begins".... I like the flow of this one! And I promise things always get better, even if it takes a while to see it. love you.
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