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Requesting Constructive Criticism
I have some lyrics I wrote earlier today for song about my hatred for my exgirlfriend (I won't go into the details.) Any ideas for revision I will appreciate.
First Draft: Get out of my life, Or take it with you. Raise the knife, And cut me in two. I want to bleed you out, Out of my heart. I scream and shout, As you rip me apart! I hate your laugh, I hate your smile, Calling my death, While, You haunt me every day, Killing my soul. Why can't i get away, Why can't i be whole? Hell is heaven, Compared to, Being with you! |
I don't like it, just seemed you wrote it right after the business.
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Go make an intro or no soup for you!
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Oh... then you're just not that good at writing lyrics. Don't worry, I'm not much better.
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Then you should stick with writing the guitar riffs, just maybe. In all due respect this sounds like a Weird-Al Yankovic parody of some My Chem or Three Days Grace song.
And yeah, do an intro. EDIT: *rereads* You know what, I gotta cancel out the 'All Due Respect' part out. Goodbye. |
Well, since this one seems to be worthless I'll try to dig out one of my old ones, give me a little while to find it.
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Okay, this one is called Rivers Of Fire. It was written as a sonnett, then epanded. Some of it may be good and some, not so good. I will more than likely trim it down to streamline it a bit. I think that at the momment it's longer than stairway to heaven.
Rivers Of Fire: I set out to cross the rivers of fire, Just another soul for the powers that be. Bridges of sin call with wanton desire, And all the while salvation laughs at me. I feel the burning heat upon my face, As shifting orange flames leap for my head. Once more I turn to the dark's cold embrace. When will I take my place among the dead? The fire doth bend me; the fire doth shape me, In the long struggle to eternity. I feel it's much too late to turn back now, I've jumped through too many high hoops to fail. To the greater powers I will not bow, I will carry on down my fiery trail. One day I will rise, one day I will fall, Through pain and suffering, my soul stands tall. Blood runs down over the ashen black hills. The sacrifice of old, it haunts me still. I see the man paying for all his kills, Whipped by demons, he feeds the fires their fill. Why do I walk now deeper and deeper, In distant pursuit of my soul's keeper? From atop a mountain of skulls and flame, Judgment looks down upon me glaring hard. His iron gaze brings out my guilt soaked shame, This pressure is too great for me by far. The kiss of death hovers above my lips, Trying to lure me in with false passion. From its blackened lips, deadly poisons drip, Burning my soul in unholy fashion. What is human blood? The luster of life? Or holy fluid spilled in needless strife? Blood is the fire that beats within us all, Making us trust, desire, envy, and fall. That's it. |
These lyrics scream "mallcore" to me.
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Pretty crappy, dude. Try this for a writing excercise: write lyrics without a single familiar image. NOTHING you've ever seen anywhere before is allowed in. Images of blood, fire and hearts being cut in two are so redundant they border on plagiarism. It's hard when you first start out, but it's the only way to get good.
Best of luck with it. |
The second is better than the intro, but only because I like the way you worded certain things. I am too upfront to write poetry: I typically write things as they are, so I suck at symbolism and imagery.
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It always baffles me how few people know a poem or song is supposed to have meter. At least in the case of a poem you can claim it's free verse, but a song definitely needs at least a semblance of a steady rhythm.
So, colour me constructive. |
I know I'm new (only second post) but....
Not very good... sorry. |
You really need to work on your word choice and editing. The way that you write comes off as scattered and as though you haven't really thought about it. If you put a bit more though into word choice then it wont sound so much like angst.
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Yeah, I'm really well known for being a bitch to the new kids
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Well.... it seems I've already made a friend.
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First line, 14 syllables, constitutes a heptameter. Second line, 15 syllables, constitutes no meter. And don't even get me started on your atrocious spelling. |
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You can't tell me that's 14, I count ten. |
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I am kidding, but I think you are too soft on them :P |
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