On Friday, the stars aligned or at least I was in a suitable frame of mind that enabled me to write the words to the song whose music I wrote at the beginning of February. As I wrote here the other day, the quote about living in a bubble (from book 5 of the Dublin Murder Squad) gave me the initial inspiration; this joined forces along with a similar idea that I had several months ago about someone looking for his tribe. I wouldn't say that the words flew out of me: they required some work, both in capturing the rhythm of the tune and in finding rhymes (there aren't many suitable rhymes for 'world' and 'companionship').
The lyrics start with a sort of non sequitur that sets up the
song:
She turned her head to hear his wordsHe spoke so softly next to herHe told her of his early lifeHe spent them looking for his tribeOnce found, they became all his worldFriends, brothers, they were his to holdLike a bubble from some fragrant soapThey gave him strength, they gave him hope
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Watching sports | Maccabi Tel Aviv, Milton family |
160 |
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Share with you (story of a complex arrangement) | MIDI, Reason |
339 |
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Coincidences | MBA, Peter Hammill, Marketing |
458 |
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Incremental search in a combo box | Programming, Delphi, Combo box |
1294 |
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Sending a report via email in English (Priority) | Priority tips |
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