I signed up for a songwriting workshop with the wonderful Igloo Hearts at the end of the month. It will be a couple of hours writing in the morning and then play a song after lunch.
I thought I’d better think of a theme before I go, because I don’t trust my ‘creativity’ under pressure
I then decided to start writing out a couple of lines for verses… One thing led to another, and a couple of hours later, I was practicing the full song ![]()
I’m now going to have to come up with a whole new idea for the workshop. Sigh…
Music inspired by (lifted from?) Skyscraper Stan and Vaya con Dios, even if the YT algorithm doesn’t recognise it ![]()
(Not all characters/descriptions are factual
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Lyrics
Black Caps
My brother’s bane was biting his nails
Mum bribed him with money for pockets
She coaxed and cajoled, tried tricks of old
Shook his shoulders right out of their sockets
He developed a taste for nail polish paste, more bitter than agent orange
It tasted gross
No word rhymes with that in the English language
For each finger she fashioned a black leather cap to cover the sanguinous bed.
His incisors nibbled a neat little flap, and he chewed till he bled and bled
Now as a man, I regard my vices and contemplate redemption
I developed a plan to confront my crises
No cure- just prevention
(Chorus)
Black caps for my teeth and the crap that I eat
Black earplugs to block out my lies
Black lipstick applied to my mouthful of rot
A black blindfold for my evil eyes
Black condoms- well, for you know what
Black shoes for my path, not straight
I feel like a shadow- a goth insane
a moth in search of a flame
My mother’s not yet proud of me, but my Lord has promised salvation
A black cap on my brain- I’ve gone insane, incapable of conversation
And what brings me to tears, my greatest fear, that I have laid my own trap
When I close my eyes, it always appears- a tiny little flap
Chorus
