Oh boy! Had to look up Phygian mode. Now I'm listening and comparing your song to the theory

Yeah! Got it and played along on my keyboard!

"(I wanna) Steal Yo Dogs" - (Psych/Pop) - [Themed] 

r/songaweek submissions - week 10 - Phrygian Mode

Em Phrygian - a song about my destiny as a dog thief. 

progression: 

(F, G) 
C, Am, Dm 
F, C, G 

C
Em, G, Am
Dm, F, C, G 

(repeat) 

I want to steal your dogs.

Human Words: 

I wanna steal your dogs 
I wanna take em to Bangladesh 
I want to capture your animals 
Take em to the far far east 
And hang around 
With criminals 

Stealing your dogs 
I'm gonna take em to the 
Ay-Em-See (AMC)
movie theater 
And watch, watch some flicks 
In Saudi, Saudi Arabia
Oh yeah

I'm gonna steal your dogs 
I wanna take em to Tinseltown 
get better deals on my concessions,
my confession to make;
I want to steal yo dogs 
oh yeah 

I wanna steal yo dogs 
I wanna take em down to 
car-nee-vall (Carnival)
in Rio De Jinero 
fetching mucho dinero
for some stolen dogs 
oh yeah 

(musical funtimez
*pant, pant*)

I wanna steal yo dogs 
I wanna take em on escapades 
drive around in my Escalade 
take em for a long long drive 
with the windows down 
to Tinseltown 

stealing your dogs
I wanna take em to the
Bee-Bee-See (BBC)
radio station
just imagine their elation with me
I want to steal yo dogs
oh yeah

(warm wordsong soup)

(soulful outro):
I'm gonna steal your dogs 
I'm gonna give em a loving home
gonna give em a new milkbone
make em feel so comfortable 
oh yeah 




(I Wanna) Steal Yo Dogs

Lyrics 

verse
If you gave me your attention
Would you hear me
If you  took the time to listen
Would you stop and come near me
 
Prechorus
I’ll say it once
say it twice
sing it till I get it right
Get ready cuz 
I’ll say it again tonight

Chorus
I have a voice
This is what it sounds like
Shut out all the background noise
From the sidelines
I am my own
I’m not anybody else
No apologies
For being myself
Being myself 
Being myself 


prechorus

Don’t shut me out just let me in 
Time has come to finish waiting
Tell me am I captivating 

Bridge
Dont let them take your voice
But make it ring out
As a choir or cacophony 

I’m not stepping down 
I’m not falling in line
Sing defiant symphonies

I have a Voice

Song A Week 2025 #10 Theme: Phrygian

I sang love songs,
they were all so wrong.
What they promised,
never came along.

I sang melodies of love and truth,
waiting for the day that I'll meet you.

But love is a game,
that I can't seem to win.

I wait and have faith
and I try and I smile
and start again.

I'm quiet and I fight
and I lie and I cry
and fail again.

If love's all we need,
then I'm incomplete.

I chased longings,
they all led me wrong.
What I yearned for,
never came along.

I made wishes full of love and truth,
waiting for the day that I'll meet you.

But love is a game,
that I can't seem to win.

I wait and have faith
and I try and I smile
and start again.

I'm quiet and I fight
and I lie and I cry
and fail again.

If love's all we need,
then I'm incomplete.

I'm still wishing for a chance
to try someday again.
It's fairly hard to cope,
but I'm naive enough to hope.

I wait and have faith
and I try and I smile
and start again.

I'm quiet and I fight
and I lie and I cry
and fail again.

If love's all we need,
then I’m incomplete.

If love's all we need,
then let us repeat.

If Love Is All We Need

Verse 1:
I walk the Downs I thought I knew
With chalk dust soft beneath my boots,
That crumbles loose, the path undone, no steps to see it through.
The lane still bends where we once ran,
These paths we knew, now overgrown—
This fleeting ground can’t take me home—this land is now unknown.
Chorus:
Oh fleeting ground, you fade away
Oh fleeting ground, the years won’t wait
I’ll walk these hills while time remains
This fleeting ground shall know my name.
Verse 2:
The church lay wrapped in dust and sleep
Its altar bare, its roof grown weak
And the name I sought lay waiting on a headstone at my feet.
I never came to mourn her loss
I left her here and paid no cost
And fleeting ground won’t grieve for me, as if it ever could.
Verse 3:
I came back home, but home's not here
For no one sings the old songs here,
Just wind that hums forgotten tunes and carries them nowhere.
I cast my tune into the wind
My fingers dance across these strings
But fleeting ground betrays me now, alone - no voice joins in.

Fleeting Ground

A dreamy 80s-style song using Phrygian mode over lush sampled synthesizers.

The Bittering

Cutting Corners

Written for r/songaweek 2025

-Sketch in A Phrygian-

Sketch in A phrygian

Song a week 2025 #10

The prompt I used for this was Phrygian mode. I played with some weird chords and wrote a weird song, with few words and some exploratory vocals.
 

If the Aliens Came

[Verse 1]

Down where the pines trees claw the sky,

Rivers runs red and the hounds dogs cry,

They strung me up for a petty crime,

Said, "Boy, you’re payin’ with blood this time."

The judge wore black, his grin was mean,

Coldest damn heart I ever have seen,

Said, "This ain’t justice, it’s a devil’s play,"

He laughed at me and said, "Son, that’s the Arkansas way."

[Chorus]

Too cruel even for Arkansas,

Too cruel, they've lost their way

Too cruel, even for Arkansas

Someones going to have to pay

[Verse 2]

The jailhouse stinks of sweat and rust,

Don't turn your back no one to trust

They feed you grits with a side of shame,

Before long you forget your name.

The guards are corrupt as the day is long

They don't care whats right or wrong

But I stared ‘em down, spit in their face,

Hell has got no saving grace

[Chorus]

Too cruel even for Arkansas,

Too cruel, they've lost their way

Too cruel, even for Arkansas

Someones going to have to pay

[Bridge]

The Ozarks echo with the preacher’s lie,

Repent, you sinner, it’s time to fry

Too cruel for the land of the razorback,

I’m breakin’ free, and I ain’t turnin back

[Break]



[Chorus]

Too cruel even for Arkansas,

Too cruel, they've lost their way

Too cruel, even for Arkansas

Someones going to have to pay

To Cruel.wav

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

W B Yeats

When You Are Old

"Critical Theory" - (Psych-Funk) - [Themed]

r/SongAWeek submissions 2025 - Week 11 - "Too Cruel, Even For Arkansas"

(re-upload & re-mix)

indeed our times are too cruel. 

There is however an underlying geometry. It is only through the understanding of this geometric cycle that one can arrive at understanding.

The geometry is simple; it's a sphere being constantly filled and burst. A build that bubbles then crashes, a boom that bubbles then pops. 

you see? 

This is critical theory at its core; crueller even than  Arkansas. 

Cruel enough to rule it all. 

and so here we are. 

...enjoy?

LYRIçS:.

Build, build, bubble --
then: crash
Build, build, bubble --
then: crash
bubble --
then: crash
Boom, boom, bubble --
then: pop
Boom, boom, bubble --
then: pop
bubble --
then: pop

(repeat)

it's a critical theory
to the survival of the human race 
we come face to face
with the ruthless blokes
who control this place 
it's the only hope 
to restore our grace 

I'm feeling quite weary 
cuz solutions seem so out of reach 
yes for you and me 
but I know the beach 
is a place to see 
yes a place to see 
it's a place to see 

Build, build, bubble --
then: crash
Build, build, bubble --
then: crash
bubble --
then: crash
Boom, boom, bubble --
then: pop
Boom, boom, bubble --
then: pop
bubble --
then: pop

(repeat) 

I'm too cool even for Arkansas 
you're too cruel, just like the post I saw 

build build bubble then crash
pump the bubble with gas 
dump the rabble then dash
buy the rubble with cash 
make a mad dash; take a mad dash 
pity it's a trouble of class;
muddle up the masses
repeat until mastered; rehash
disaster at last
build build bubble then crash
bubble then crash 

(chorus reprise)

(verse reprise)

(outro reprise)





If the Aliens Came

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