I might cheat this week, and post some of the lyrics that surface during our time of songwriting. I’m really feeling the urge to write now. I’m feeling very Mused, here in the Old Post Office in Grange Over Sands.
I enjoy writing lyrics that can stand on their own two feet. That make sense without the music. But often that is not the case. The lyric below works best with the music attached, but you’ll get the gist I’m sure.
A. I.
Living in a world of synchronised faces
A.I. A.I
Dream our dreams in digital spaces
A.I. A.I
Get a grip
Take a trip
Back to the real world
Your touch
Too much
Back in the real world
History will leave no traces
A.I. A.I
Every thought now syndicated
A.I. A.I.
Get a grip
Take a trip
Back to the real world
Apathy
Empty
Back in the real world
I can recall every love letter
You ever sent me, darling
All I need now
Your breath on my skin
Keep up, Keeping up, All the time, Keep up
Baby, A.I.
Don’t ever fall behind, don’t let me see
You cry, A.I.
Get a grip
Take a trip
Your touch
Too much
Get a grip
Take a trip
Apathy, Empty
Back In The Real World
Keep up, Keeping up, All the time,
Keep up Baby
Don’t ever fall behind, don’t let me see
You cry
I can recall
Every love letter
You ever sent me, darling
All I need now
Your breath on my skin