Songs That Help Me Out (When Stuck With Writers Block)

Song 11

Title - Shooting Star
Artist - Harry Chapin
Lyrics:
He was crazy of course
From the first she must have known it
But still she went on with him
And she never once had shown it
And she took him off the street
And she dried his tears of grieving
She listened to his visions
She believed in his believe-ins 2

Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy 3

He was dancing to some music
No one else had ever heard
He'd speak in unknown languages
She would translate every word
And then when the world was laughing
At his castles in the sky
She'd hold him in her body
Till he once again could fly 4

Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy 5

Well, she gave him a daughter
And she gave him a son
She was a mother, and a wife,
And a lover when the day was done
He was too far gone for giving love
What he offered in its stead
Was the knowledge she was the only thing
That was not in his head 6

He took off East one morning
Towards the rising sun's red glow
She knew he was going nowhere
But of course she let him go
And as she stood and watched him dwindle
Much too empty to be sad
He reappeared beside her saying,
"You're all I've ever had" 7

Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy
Holy8


Song 29

Title - Cassandra
Artist - Theatre Of Tragedy
Lyrics:
He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return -
She hath no life but the one he for her wrought;
Proffer'd to her his wauking heart - she turn'd it down,
Riposted with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn.10

Prophetess or fond?,
Tho' her parle of truth:
"I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!",
Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane -
Sëer of the future, not of twain,
"Sicker!", quoth Cassandra.11

Still, is she lief and quaint in his eyne, a sight divine? -
A mistress fuell'd by his prest haughtiness -
If he did grant, wherefore then did he not foresee,
Belike egal as it to him might be?!12

Prophetess or fond?,
Tho' her parle of truth:
"I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!",
Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane -
Sëer of the future, not of twain,
"Sicker!", quoth Cassandra.13

'Or was he an eried being,
'Or was he weening - alack nay mo;
Her naysay' raught his heart,
Her daffing was the grave of all hope -
She belied her own words,
He thought her life, save moreo'er scourge,
She held him august, yet wee;
He left her ne'er without his heart14


Song 315

Title - How Soon Is Now?
Artist - The Smiths
Lyrics:
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular16

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does17

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Oh, of nothing in particular18

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does19

There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die20

When you say it's gonna happen "now"
Well, when exactly do you mean ?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone21

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does22


Song 423

Title - The Thin Line Between Love And Hate
Artist - Iron Maiden
Lyrics:
When a person turns to wrong
Is it a want to be, belong?
Part of things at any cost
At what price a life is lost24

At what point do we begin
Figher spirit a will to win
But what makes a man decide
Take the wrong or righteous road25

There's a thin line between love and hate
Wider divide that you can see between good and bad
There's a grey place between black and white
But everyone does have the right to
choose the path that he takes26

We all like to put the blame
On society these things
But what kind of good or bad
a new generation brings27

Sometines takes just more than that
To survive be good at heart
There is evil in some of us
No matter what will never change28

I will hope
My soul will fly
So I will live forever
Heart will die
My soul will fly
I will live forever29

Just a few small tears between
Someone happy and one sad
Just a thin line drawn between
being a genius or insane30

At what age begin to learn
of which way out we will turn
There's a long and winding road
And the trail is there to burn31

There's a thin line between love and hate
Wider divide that you can see between good and bad
There's a grey place between black and white
But everyone does have the right to
choose the path that he takes32

I will hope
My soul will fly
So I will live forever
Heart will die
My soul will fly
I will live forever33

There's a thin line between love and hate34


Song 535

Title - I'm Looking Through You
Artist - The Beatles
Lyrics:
I’m looking through you, where did you go?
I thought I knew you, what did I know?
You don’t look different, but you have changed,
I’m looking through you, you’re not the same.
Your lips are moving, I cannot hear,
Your voice is soothing but the words aren’t clear.
You don’t sound different, I’ve learnt the game,
I’m looking through you, you’re not the same.
Why, tell me why did you not treat me right?
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight,
You’re thinking of me the same old way,
You were above me, but not today.
The only difference is you’re down there.
I’m looking through you and you’re nowhere.
Why tell me why did you not treat me right?
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight,
I’m looking through you, where did you go?
I thought I knew you, what did I know?
You don’t look different, but you have changed,
I’m looking through you, you’re not the same.
Yeh, I tell you you’ve changed.