The ideas here are set down mainly to capture a rythmn than say very much, but the structure seems good so we'll work on it, songs tend not to arrive all in one piece, in good shape, ready to go. Allow us some blood, sweat and tears (and wine) this weekend to develop this. Try www.impossiblesongs.com anytime you like, even if you don't buy you can get nice 2min song segments. Also www.mp3tunes.com/impossiblesongs or www.mperia.com/artists/impossible_songs
Long cold winter
The weathergirl says it’s been a long hard winter
Seems no different to me
Music hall faded in my fog of memory
Never said I’d vote for you’re idea.
If your struggling to your feet, I’ve got friends you need to meet
Long cold winter. Long cold winter.
You could die of something along that line
Makes no difference to me
Your action’s consequences hard to find
Right foot down, push back the seat.
If your struggling with defeat, I’ve got friends you need to meet
Long cold winter. Long cold winter.
Long, Cold, Long, Cold,
Stretch your babysitter; come back from the winter,
Make the change to ginger, give us back our bitterness,
Take us to the edge of your success. (nOt qUItE fInIshEd lyrIcs!)
Here’s my Samsonite Kalashnikov
Here’s the remote from my TV
Here’s the rainbow you’ve been praying for
There’s the map to East of Zee.
If your struggling to your feet, I’ve got friends you need to meet
Long cold winter. Long cold winter.
A place to park those random thoughts, stolen images, hidden conversations and incoherent babble from beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down.
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