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Someday

Marvellous musician and all round good guy Greg Lines is once again taking part in February Album Writing Month. A fun challenge to aspiring songsmiths everywhere to complete an album within the month of February.

As has become (almost) tradition, I’ve thrown words at Greg to see if any of them stick. These ones did, and you can hear the results, er, here.

Enjoy.

Original lyrics

Chance encounter on a speeding train
A smile reflected
and I mispronounced your name.

We took a chance along uncharted lines
Speeding headlong
No time to read the signs.

It used to be One Day,
Now it’s Someday.

Days rushed passed in a haze of lust
Catching a breath
taking stock of them and us.

It used to be One Day,
Now it’s Someday.

Taking every moment to slow down time
We consumed the days
like bottles of wine

We used to believe, we would live forever
Now you say “goodbye”
instead of “see you later.”

It used to be One Day,
Now it’s Someday.
It used to be One Day,
Now it’s Someday.

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Downsize

“The album’s on hold. I’ve downsized,” he would tell people. “You’ve been kicked out,” they would hear. “We grew apart, went our separate ways,” he would continue. “You cheated on your wife, she found out, took the kids and rinsed you for everything you had,” they would interpret.

Frank took a deep breath and moved to the kitchen.
“Vacuum the house, wash the sheets, pay the water bills.” His mind was a muddle of chores. “But first,” he thought aloud, “tea.”
As he stirred the brew he recited his list.
“Pay the sheets, water the spare room, tidy the oven.”


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This week I’ve attempted to rewrite an extract from a story I’ve been (trying) to write over the last year. The story of down and out, Frank – a failed musician, trying to get his life back on track. Whilst I have a synopsis, characters and a plan, I’ve not made much progress. I really ought to change that.

The photograph reminded me of the sort of space Frank had been left with.

So I hope you’ll indulge me a little – besides, it was fun (as well as a good exercise) trying to edit this paragraph or two down to 100 words.

This piece was submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 1 photograph. 100 words. Follow the link and give it a try yourself!

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Greg, Jimmy, John, Pete and I

It began like any other, civilised, night out.
A few beers, a glass or four of Pinot and several shots later, things took a turn.

Gregory started it. He’d just started randomly singing to himself.

That’s when Jimmy picked up the lute and began belting out this awesome riff.
Did you know Jimbob played the lute?

John started strumming a beautiful rosewood classical guitar and Pete and I tapped out percussion on anything with a surface.

It was truly epic, man. It was probably the best song in the world.

But no, we’re not allowed back to the Polo Lounge.

 

Nightout

 

Submitted for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. See if you can write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words.

 

 

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An elbow in my ear

The sun floods down my back whilst my shadow walks ahead.
The day has just begun with no sadness, fear or dread.

An Elbow in my ear and a goose upon my skin.
A song inside my heart and a mile wide Cheshire grin.

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Rock n’ Roll Sound

I’m ever so proud of this, so please excuse me if I gush a bit. Here is the second song that I have written for my good friend, Greg Lines who is taking part in FAWM.

To have a listen please click here!

This took 20 minutes to write and 3 hours to record. Record time for recording a record, surely?

Rock n’ Roll Sound

She just wants to be heard
Yet she has nothing to say.
Bleating and screeching on the phone all day.

Look in her eyes
There’s nothing to see.
A vacant expression and a bag of Gucci.

Headphones on,
bring it on down.
Drown it out with this rock n roll sound
Volume up
put you head down
Drown it out with this rock n roll sound

So much self importance
The mirror looks back
Boyfriend’s a waster, fucked up on crack

Headphones on,
bring it on down.
Drown it out with this rock n roll sound
Volume up
put you head down
Drown it out with this rock n roll sound

Keep your thoughts to yourself
And don’t keep on it’s all self worth
So shut up and let us breathe and
we’ll step back and let you leave.

When she’s had her fill
She will come for yours
Time to go, Don’t forget to lock the doors.

She just wants to be heard
Yet she has nothing to say.
She’ll rise to the top whilst we all fade away

Headphones on,
bring her on down.
Drown it out with this rock n roll sound
Headphones on,
bring her on down.
Drown it out with this rock n roll sound

 

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