A song for the Elements of Popular Songwriting module at Uni set on the challenge; write a song with the title 'I Want You'.

Lyrics 

I've got the sanity in my head but you took the bone from my back
You're a boa restricting my breathing how can I survive like that
You expect me to pick up the slack but the slack's cut in two and my end doesn't lead to you
Tell me what am I supposed to do

I want you but needing you is way too hard
I want you but relying on you to do the things that I want you to 
Is becoming a pointless expectation

Gone and go yourself miles ahead and haven't taken one look back 
Does it feel like I'm making you slower a weight on your shoulder why don't you pull over 
You could dump me on the side of the road take hold of your freedom lighten your load

I want you but needing you is way too hard
I want you but relying on you to do the things that I want you to 
Is becoming a pointless expectation

I want you 
I want you 
I want you but I need that room to breathe, loosen your thighs, you're grip on me
Planet you is not big enough for two my ship is sailing but the sea you're somehow draining 
Need to get out this drought's surrounding sucking everything that's good if you could tell would you
Run across the plain under the sun just to find that gifted drain to which you sunk and
Funnel that life water back on top fullness and deity concealed in every drop

I want you but needing you is way too hard
I want you but needing you is way too hard
I want you but relying on you to do the things that I want you to 
Is becoming a pointless expectation
I want you but needing you is way too hard 
I want you 

I Want You - Alex Brien

A song for my song writing module at university.
Lyrics


White with black smudges that’s what I stare into,
As I lye there here my thoughts click it’s not that hard to do 

Plain yet charismatic a controversial idea,
But it’s clear in my schematic that’s what’s going on

I rattle my brain sometimes literally is that physically possible?
I’m trying to search every inch of me but it seems to be impossible?

Oh patiently waiting for thoughts to break through,
And that’s something you thought I wasn’t capable of doing

It goes on,
I find myself in strange predicaments where I’ve been in inspirational situations
None of which,
Find there way to the tip, the tip meets the sheet but the page is still blank

And I try,
Yet try as I may the deadline gets closer but seems further away 
Out of touch,
And out of time there’s no way I can think to get my thoughts to align

I rattle my brain sometimes literally is that physically possible?
I’m trying to search every inch of me but it seems to be impossible

Oh patiently waiting for thoughts to break through,
Why do my thoughts always end up of you?
I try to string one to another but when the string is made of rubber they drift apart

I rattle my brain sometimes literally is that physically possible?
I’m trying to search every inch of me but it seems to be impossible


Thoughts - Alex Brien

Time

Time

time or the lack of for that matter,
where does it go flying by so,
and i don't seem to know time any more,
it's like...it's like time sprouted legs and ran out the door,
probably gone with something or someone else,
stupid time
I would chase it but i'm lazy and would most likely get bored,
well unless you're it's lord it's untameable and they don't exist do they,

Do they, time
do they
do they, time
time

time

tttttime

time

but then again the tables can turn,
looking around i can see time's chasing me down,
i won't escape.......no,
because it's everywhere,
we've fixed it to clocks but it must be elsewhere, somewhere, anywhere,
even from sleep i wake and time, is there, staring me, in the face,
taking some form of alarm clock

time

time

ticking away like a metronome, 
the drone that forms from the clicks of all those clocks,
what timing is life in,
what timing is life in!
i don't think, i know,
that trying to assign such a thing to such a thing as time, 
is a pretty pointless exercise,
and simply a waste of....you know.......time

time has got everything in the palm of it's hand,
it's hard to understand, but it's useful,
always in demand, it's the pinnacle,
of what, i don't know but nothing on this world is above it,

time.......time........time

tatatatata....tata.....time

time

so the inevitable, undeniable truth is,
as long as we're on the earth, 
we belong to time, we're all children of time,
we're stuck inside,
waiting to be birthed into the freedom of eternity,
question is, what are you going to do with the time you've got?

time........time.  

Time

Here's a rhythm arrangement of Rakim's 'I Know You Got Soul' I did for a songwriting task at uni. Weaponess' 'Stroganov' samples.

Rhythm Arrangement 1 - Rakim 'I Know You Got Soul'

Here's the second rhythm arrangement of Rakim's 'I Know You Got Soul' I did for songwriting. Can't believe I actually did one of the tasks early!!

Rhythm Arrangement 2 - Rakim 'I Know You Got Soul'

Here's a short interlude song I wrote for a songwriting challenge at uni. Using the poem The Subway Piranhas from which I took the last word from each sentence and the amount of syllables in each sentence to create a new set of lyrics. 

Lyrics

Didn't mean to scare you
as I leapt for the train
grab my usual seat
Who knew somebody it
had seemed had taken the seat
her eyes stalking mine like a fish
that had to be fed
and at this time.
I can see her get agitated
a little frustrated, train
movements jerk her skeletons
bones she stalks the passengers 
who can spare a penny 
as here comes the executive
passing by eyes wide
fixed on girls from schools. 

Subway Scandal

Song 1 - People (guide)

Song 2- Weakness (guide)

Song 3 demo (guide)

Avant-Garde assignment to create a pastiche manifesto with a composition. Here's the composition.

Alex-Brien