Songs in Creation

Hi readers,

I want to start this hub for my song ideas and I picked hubpages so I have a place to save the songs I need to get out of my head and have an international save point that I could share with people.

The first song I ever wrote that I was proud of is written below.  I've had this emotional connection with someone when she told me about her past and I couldn't stop crying every time I thought of how hard it was growing up for her.

I could think of a couple of girls actually that could think this song is about them.

Snack Bar Lounge by Evil Nine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhfGHm3e2fo

[Melody: Listening to Sleepy Seven by Bonobo Album: Animal Magic]

As she walked through the empty streets of a life born slightly past sleep.
She passes through faces sneaking and trying not to make a peep.

Wondering when the time comes, when am I free, when should I go?
Should I sleep until it snows?

The madness in her heart to let out
Can only a burst of tears instead of a shout

A hard life that what’s she lived,
Never knew love from a mother to a kid.

As she walked that lonely road,
Tears in her eyes from all the past guys
she been through.
Walking a material life through warn shoes,
Getting tissues as her tears blew.

For her the road only got longer,
She didn’t think she make it as it got colder,

To her faith her thoughts lead to forsake it.
What could she do to continue to make it?

As she cuddling up in a blanket
of mixed feelings.
Multiple problems of a great dealing.

With thinking of things that couldn’t get her far.
Tired of blaming herself she took the keys to open her heart,
She met another guy and we go back to the start.

Listening to: At the End of the Day by Amon Tobin

The end of the winter comes, still no hope for her,
She drinks a muck till her pains are a blur.

Still possessing the passion she once knew,
on top of wings that never flew.
What's a girl going to do?

She walks out the door and into the street,
Clearing her mind while working with her feet.

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Listening to: With Rainy Eyes by Emancipator

The rain clears again, by it's still not the end.
She waits for winter to come agian.

Days go by trying not to cry,
making it through the spring as she rolls the die.
Asking which is it do I see in this guy?

Do I like him because he's shy?
Or do I like him because my last boyfriend lied?

I remind this lonely city girl to do what she do,
If happiness was easy she would have already knew.

Within herself she didn't look,
with her head she start to shook.
[Then came peter pan and Captain hook
hehe jk that's not part of it]

She took a breath and made it through the spring,
with this guy for her he even began to sing.

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An unfinished song idea...

An empty house filled with material things,
an attempt to fill one's being with material blessings.

No one else to fill a house with,
No one to share a house blessed.

A door left open in order to invite anyone in,
A heart filled with anger at all the time spent.

A slow walk through the empty hallway filled with empty picture frames of the memories you put away.

Alone is how you feel, a feeling not washed away.
The tears come at the hallway you passed
[Luggage left]

You leave this empty house with your keys still there.

[The house as an analogy of how empty you feel]