#1
Two songs I wrote, the first one is the more simple type song, I was trying to write an Oasis/Libertines type song, haha. The second one I wrote as a song I see influenced by Interpol, but that's more in the vocal melody than the words. I wrote these both tonight (clearly I felt like rhyming tonight, haha).

God Save The Girl



She wears curlers in her hair/
She’s absorbed but self aware/
And she calls me love I swear/

She’s the effervescent sort/
And is quick with each retort/
So I love her in short/

God save my girl/
She’s so vain but she just knows it/
God save the girl/
She’s my muse and I’m her poet/

She admits she might pretend/
But to her I still defend/
And my mates can’t comprehend/

She claims she has no other guy/
If she’s caught she’d just deny/
Our well of love has not run dry/

God save this girl/
I call again and she won’t answer/
God save the girl/
And when I ask she acts all demure/


The rain falls again on my old wooden home/
Time passes us by but brings us back to the place/
Where I used to have her, she told me she’d love me/
God save my girl, from her own natural grace/


God save my girl/
She’s so vain but she just knows it/
God save the girl/
She’s my muse and I’m her poet/

God save my girl/
She’s so vain but she just knows it/
God save the girl/
She’s my muse and I’m her poet/

Highway

I feel trapped in this old bitter town/
All this tradition don’t make you profound/
In fact the sort’s tearing us down to the ground/
I can’t shake the feeling so I’m leaving now/

We drive through some places but we’ll never stop/
The others shuffle their feet and window shop/
We feel a force that pushes us forward/
Towards the unknown but hopefully closer/

We’re just gonna put you on the backburner love/
I’m looking for towering lights and shadows to match/
I’ll never find it here, never here/

We pulled the car into that dusty old garage/
High on the mountaintops above the diamond city/
The view was like nothing back home/
It’s those desires that force us to roam/

The buildings sucked up the stars, brought them home/
Into the earth where they shook building and stone/
Made the world tremble in a precarious way/
I live through movement, another vicarious day/

We’re just gonna put you on the backburner love/
I’m looking for towering lights and shadows to match/
I’ll never find it here, never here/

Saw ourselves as visionaries hampered by youth/
To depart was natural but still rather uncouth/
But sometimes the old haunts were even missed/
From the tops of sky scraping buildings we kissed/

We’re just gonna put you on the backburner love/
I’m looking for towering lights and shadows to match/
I’ll never find it here/I thought I used to now where did it go?
No no no never here/
#2

God Save The Girl



She wears curlers in her hair/
She’s absorbed but self aware/
And she calls me love I swear/
^I don't think the last line should be rhyming or the two last lines rhyming, like: A-BB or AA-B if you understand

She’s the effervescent sort/
And is quick with each retort/
So I love her in short/
^I love the last line! It's just so nice xD 5/5

God save my girl/
She’s so vain but she just knows it/
God save the girl/
She’s my muse and I’m her poet/
^The chorus is good.

She admits she might pretend/
But to her I still defend/
And my mates can’t comprehend/
^SHouldn't "depend" be a better word than "defend" and isn't it spelled "comperhend"? :P

She claims she has no other guy/
If she’s caught she’d just deny/
Our well of love has not run dry/
^This paragraph reminds me of my ex when she cheated on me. Good, good

God save this girl/
I call again and she won’t answer/
God save the girl/
And when I ask she acts all demure/


The rain falls again on my old wooden home/
Time passes us by but brings us back to the place/
Where I used to have her, she told me she’d love me/
God save my girl, from her own natural grace/


God save my girl/
She’s so vain but she just knows it/
God save the girl/
She’s my muse and I’m her poet/

God save my girl/
She’s so vain but she just knows it/
God save the girl/
She’s my muse and I’m her poet/


I didn't have the energy to read the other one :/ sorry. C4C would be very nice, lyrics in signature.


You can teach anyone to play fast, but you gotta have soul.
-Zakk Wylde


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Gibson SG Faded Cherry
Peavy Rage 158
Boss DS-1 Distortion