[ Closed ] Songwriting Contest #2: go ahead do it again

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These paths that I walk upon
Remind me of the cobblestone roads
Of Church Street
That my feet have never touched

This glass of brandy I hold
In the midnight hour
Reminds me of another that I held beside a fire
That grew cold when I hurt you

(Refrain)
And now these maple leaves are fallin’
Outside my window
Deep reds, oranges, mauves, and ambers…
Fall from lonesome cypress trees
That exist in my memory
Where you and I once sat in your driveway
And witnessed our first autumn in February

These dreams that I dream
Remind me that I am still naïve
Still a child in many ways
Unaware that dreams seldom come true

This guitar that I’m singin’ on
Reminds me of the one you gave me
That had too much meaning for me
To play on

(Refrain)
Oh, these maple leaves are falling
Outside my window
Deep reds, oranges, mauves, and ambers…
Fall from lonesome cypress trees
That exist in my memory
Where you and I once sat in your driveway
And witnessed our last autumn in February

if I could see

If I could see, then I could see

If I could be, there's no need to see

where will I be?

If I could talk, then I could really talk

wouldnt have to walk, all I do is talk

where would I walk?

If I could see the stars

If I could see the rain

If I could find a purpose

there would be no pain

if I could see, then I would be

there's no need to see, If I could be

what would I see?

have no need to talk, no need to walk

cant find my tongue to talk, go on a walk

I want to talk

If I could see the moon

If i could see the sea

If I could find a reason

to be me

If I could run away and hide in a hole

there would be no warnings on a pole

I'd hide in there forver until i could see

the reasons i hide

if I could only see.

Its the one set of arms you wanted round you,

to hold you close, remove your fears.

Every time she gets too close now

you have to stifle back your tears.

Never felt like she was yours

Though she always held your cure

never thought thered come that day

that she'd up and walk away

you never told her that you love her

you never told her how you feel

and what she seems to have with him now,

is what you longed and ached to feel.

It's what you are, its where you're from

Please tell me, o innocent one

Where've ya been? Who're ya gonna see?

Were ya ever gonna tell me?

It's in your eyes, it's in your smile

you're nothing but an innocent child

from where you've been, from who you're gonna see

don't let them take you innocence away from me

this hawkish girl turned to innocent dove

makes me pray to the heavens above

never felt this faith before

removed my doubts as the white dove soared

Can't be your lover, I'm a decadent whore,

can't take away your innocent core

the beauty inside you, bright as can be

blots out the darkness, that's deep within me...

But its been too long and we've come too far

Reaching out and almost touching the stars

moonlight glistens over all I can see

you and your glistening is all that I need

its a mindf**k baby, its a mindf**k now

I hope to hell you see that somehow

I'm not everything you want nor everything you need

but if you cut me its you that I bleed

I'm hopeless scum, we've been here before

don't wanna make you a decadent whore

you need to get the hell away from me

get some perspective and see what I see..

i'm hard to forget, to get off your mind

try as as you like, you'll simply find

you can't block the memories of me

try your best but me, you'll still see.

spaminator:i edited some words

baz1860: i reedited it, so that although the offending words remain edited, they can be understood by anyone reading who knows the word already...

looks like a good song, but wheres the chorus?

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well heres mine:

the ballad of the lost

two hearts left to rome

alone in this cold cold world

it wont her she swears

but that wont what he was told

both set out for the horizon

on a cold dark night

youda thought the wind woulda froze em

but they kept on with all their might

no more secret lover visits

no more hiding in the dark

maybe its what they wanted

then again maybe its not

(instumental break- bluesy guitar with harsh rythem)

an old man visits

she goes out on the town

maybe destiny is calling

but she hears voices all around

he looks around ST. Marks

and finds a little girl

another lover for the man

who's honor cant be found

theyre caught again in the folds

of other bad relations

they mighta been right for each other

and just needed a vacation

(shorter guitar solo- use a major mode)

A small litte tranquil town

just out side just outside new orleans

a rope still hangs in the tree

where that devilish fiend was hung