In Continuum.

Samantha in Demand

I was watching VHI's specials on Goo Goo Dolls on the net just now,and they had a dozen of interviews done with Johnny Rzeznik and the rest of the band.He talked about him being a songwriter,and a performer on stage,how they started out as this garage trash metal band,and how they evolved to where they are now.

A certain part of the interview interested me,how Johnny spoke about writer's block,and i think it made sense.He mentioned that there is a common misconception with the term "Writer's Block".He said that it's not that you cant write anything within that period of time,but rather everything that you do write,seems to suck.

As mentioned,i hate writing tunes to songs and stuff.I have a lot of materials written in the past,begging for me to add some tunes to them,later recorded to become full songs.But i never got over that part of the songwriting process,always stuck after the tune is written or the point before i am about to record it.They always sound shallow,or unoriginal in so many ways.Despite putting effort in crafting the lyrics,i always find the beauty of them destroyed by the tunes i conjure.I've always appreciated the raw beauty of the lyrics,but dreamed of a great melody that goes along with them.

This is when Samantha comes in.So if you are terribly bored,or having trouble coming up with lyrics to suit that beautiful tune running around in your head,please try to fit those to the materials i've written below.Feel free to add or remove stuff from them,and if you do me that favour you get a free treat to the Beans.;)

(Something i edited from Corinna's poem last night.She wrote a poem,and i attempted to change it to suit a song.But as usual,the tune sucked and the song's kinda hanging in the middle of nowhere now)

Wasnt it easy
To cancel me out
Write me off the stage of your life
In fluid blue strokes upon white

Wasnt it simple
To strike out our lines
Coming clean,falsities and lies
Remains the bloody deeds,lonelily lies

So perform your final swan song to the crowd
When the curtain calls and the audience shouts
We'll prance and sing
And act and blink
To the blinding lights and music
That covers up my heart crushed in bits

(Below is a song i attempted just this afternoon.Similarly i hated the tune to it,but i thought the lyrics worked as a poem instead.But feel free to transform this into a song)

It is never gonna to be the same thing with her
You're not boxes you write off on calendars
As you start to disappear with each passing day
The pain only deeper with fading shades

Are you ever gonna pick me up where i fell
Are you ever gonna come back to me at all
No you wont,no you wont,and baby dont
Pretend that we still talk on the phone

It is never gonna be the same thing with her
You're not dolls forgotten,for other prefered
I remember the time when i looked around in the lost and found
Memories like ropes,down on the chair i'm bound

Am i ever gonna be able to let this go
Stop that bloody song going on on radio
No i cant,no i cant,baby i'm bent
Around the heart,remembering the princess the angels sent