A song written for a songwriting friend in the US whose husband has sadly died. A few of us who know her have decided to write something.

Lyrics:

Happy Song

You’d been around 
For so long
Now you’re not here
It seems so wrong
But I keep singing
Singing our happy song

You should be here
Where you belong
So if I’m singing
You’ll singalong
In your own quiet way
Singing our happy song


But it seems we’ve sung the last line
Of our love’s happy song
Took a lifetime shared to get there
So for you I long
Though it seems we’ve sung the last line
Of our love’s happy song
It will play on still as memories
Memories so strong

Friends are down
Family too
All around us
All is blue
That’s because 
You were our happy song

But I thank you
For being you
For sharing your love
Love so true
Left me the gift
Of such a happy song

Happy Song

Smeared Red Lipstick

Songs usually portray the singer/writer as the ‘victim’ in a break up. The narrator here is definitely the villain of the piece. 😉

Scars of Love

A song with an attempted epic theme set against an ordinary story of somebody’s hope to have found love.

Lyrics

When Stars Aligned

I would walk the shoreline
Late each night
In the darkness
Wonder at starlight
While I felt oh so small
Against those skies
The Heavens brightly shone down
With their mischievous eyes

When stars aligned on that one single time
Got me believing
You would be mine
When stars aligned oh why could I not see
Heavens deceiving
Deceiving me?

We all search out
A grand design
Hope we might mean something
To the Sands of Time
Convince ourselves that love’s
Our destiny
Then might hear laughter up there
As we fall to our knees

RPT CHORUS 

Now I hope I’ll never
See your face again

See your face again
Star cursed love
Can’t see your face again

RPT CHORUS 

Now I hope I’ll never
See your face again

When Stars Aligned

A song written for a composition challenge on the songwriter forum I frequent now and again. The song title was prescribed to me as was the key of Db Major.

So if you are wondering why I would write about a cavorting naked man, there is your answer!

The Emperor’s New Clothes (lyrics)

Well the hotel manager told me politely
There had been a few complaints, something unsightly
Because the hotel pool had rules and quite rightly
Would I mind covering up, ever so slightly

Don’t say I won’t look good in those
The Emperor’s new clothes
They’ve told me about it
But why, oh why, oh why?

Don’t say I don’t look good in those
The Emperor’s new clothes
They’ve warned me about it
But why, oh why, oh why?

Well the restaurant manager, she told me firmly
There had been a few complaints, she said sternly
The hotel restaurant it had rules, even a dress code
Would I kindly cover up, or take the high road

RPT CHORUS 

Then on that very night
Looking dynamite
Underneath the lights
The hotel disco

That’s when I spotted you
The Emperor’s clothes on too
We danced to Agadoo 
Oh what a disco

Our perfect first date
My best dressed soulmate

Don’t say we won’t look good in those
The Emperor’s new clothes
They’ve told us about it
But why, oh why, oh why?

Don’t say we don’t look good in those
The Emperor’s new clothes
They’ve warned us about it
But why, oh why, oh why?

The Emperor's New Clothes

A song about an 'everyman' called Bob as he fruitlessly navigates the frustrations of modern consumer life. We've all been there with call centres and stonewalling customer service departments. And yes, our heads probably exploded too.

But not as badly as Bob's!

Bob’s Head Explodes

This Was Us

Cold Takeaway

A song about a dysfunctional relationship. So that’s every relationship, right? 😁

Our Lopsided Love

The perils of dance floor dating laid bare. We’ve all been sorry in the morning, right?

Sorry in the Morning

A song about trying to beat obsessive love, the power of forbidden attraction and the struggle to pull through.

Lovely As You Are

A song that playfully asks the philosophical question: do our pets go to Heaven. If so, is this all pets? Or is there a cuteness filtering process?

Pet Heaven

A near future technological dilemma that many of us could soon be facing! Please share to save the world.

AI Bunny Boiler

'Course I only signed up
Cos the trial was free
She was still in beta
Stupid me
Cannot now delete her
AI curse
My operating system
Is hers

I’ll never be alone
My life is not my own
Her voice is in my home
My laptop and my phone

Complained to the vendors
They did Jack
Re-installed my hard drive
She came back
AI bunny boiler
Virtually
Seems her one obsession
Is me

AI Bunny Boiler

A song about a blood drinking werewolf - well why let vampires have all the fun? Yes werewolves do drink blood, I'm married to one, so I should know!

Featuring Rob Shepley on violin and Elaine, a work mate, on backing vocals.

Lyrics:
Wanda The Werewolf

When you love somebody true
You make an allowance or two
For their bad or nasty habits
Though you say you’re not best pleased
When your tolerance is squeezed
You kiss,  make up, do it like rabbits
But there’s an unbridgeable gap 
Between my wife Wanda the Werewolf and me

Well it’s just not etiquette
To drink the blood of family pets
Such primal pangs, hardly delightful
And when I tell her plain and frank
She cannot have her own blood bank
She bares her fangs, it’s all quite frightful
But there’s an unbridgeable gap 
Between my wife Wanda the Werewolf and me
Unhappy culinary gap
Between my wife Wanda the Werewolf and me

Wanda the Werewolf and me
On dietary matters disagree
Every full moon it’s the same
Blood served with supper
Oh Wanda this night
Your wine list must change

So when I pour the Beaujolais
She looks at me with pure dismay
Compromise is not her strong point
I leave the room to get the spuds
And then return to find there’s blood
Poured on my plate and on the roast joint
But there’s an unbridgeable gap 
Between my wife Wanda the Werewolf and me
Unhappy culinary gap
Between my wife Wanda the Werewolf and me

RPT CHORUS
(Werewolf howling)

Wanda the Werewolf’s Chablis
Is oddly full bodied and red like Blood Type B
Why won’t she give it a rest
Our neighbours all look so anaemically pale
And unimpressed
I’ve reasoned with her but it’s no good
Now I’m wondering if one day
Wanda will turn
And take my blood

Wanda The Werewolf

A tongue in cheek song about global warming.

2099

A celebration of the long suffering lower league footy fan. The song was written as part of a challenge a few of us decided to do on the forum songwriterforum.co.uk. We had to write a song and record it all in a day. The instrumentation had to be one instrument only, plus one vocal line. Simple!

My inspiration was Chesterfield FC, where my Grandad was a turnstile gatekeeper, and he used to take me there as a child. They became Champions of Division Four in 1985, shorty after his death. They have since been relegated out of the football league :(

At Home

All me life been coming down
To this same spot in this old ground
Behind the goals so I could see
This shower of shite in front of me

Cheered me team through thick and thin
But mostly thin, took it on the chin
I’ve stood here moaning, getting tense
We’ve no attack and no defence 

Today the match is haltedp
Pitch invasion by a cat
Our goalie tries to catch it
But our goalie is too fat

The away fans sing
Can we play you every week?
You’re supposed to be at home
Their team score three 
Then they scores four
And we’re not singing anymore
Til some daft prick of ours tries starting
You’ll Never Walk Alone
We naturally groan 
We’re supposed to be at home

Four nil down, here comes the rain 
The stand roof’s leaking once again
Oh blow for half time referee
I need a pie and a mug of tea

And with our pies, my mates and me
Recall our glorious history
It might be thirty years and more
But we were champs of Division Four

And on this spot on this terraced slope
Stood with me Dad and clung to hope
Though he passed on, I’m not alone
I bring my lad here to Home

At Home

About a mild obsession...but you can get tablets and everything, so nothing to worry about!

Waiting for ABBA

Fainting teenage boy 1974
Saw this Swedish girl 
Pick me up off the floor
Brighton, England
Eurovision wars

Super troupers singing ‘Waterloo’
Smashed it up that night
In your shimmering blue
On our goggle box
I watched only you

Struck by ABBA gold that night
The day before you came
Without you, nothing right

Here we all are
Waiting for ABBA
To return

Hanging around at the ABBA museum
After so many years 
Yet I still have a dream
Stockholm Sweden
Find my dancing queen

I’m talking to a wax sculpture of you
Did you get all my letters 
The odd thousand or two?
But you won’t reply
Knowing me, knowing you

All these random souls like me
Living empty lives
All wandering aimlessly

Here we all are
Waiting for ABBA 
To return

Feel free, call me Fernando
In your sequinned satin suit
The winner takes it all, that’s you
Can be no substitute

Agnetha I love you
Again won’t you sing?
Though I’ve never met you
You’ve meant everything 

Here we all are
Waiting for ABBA 
To return

Waiting For ABBA

I suppose every songwriter should have a break-up song in their locker. After a few years of delay and prevarication, here is mine! :)

Lyrics:

Broken Hearts Bar


From the rain and the cold
We take shelter inside
Find comfort with a beer

Swapping sides of our tale
Though they differ
Both stories hold no cheer

We had love
Couldn’t hold love
We’re left in a mess
Like love’s dispossessed 

At the Broken Hearts Bar
Give me one chance
To calm all the storms we created

At the Broken Hearts Bar
Give me one chance
To stop this love turning to hatred

Broken Hearts Bar

Say I want you to stay
Make a bar stool prayer
The drink goes down too well

And the bar tender laughs
As I mumble and sway
This could be Hell

Love thrilled us
Maybe killed us
Without you’s not right
 facing the night

RPT CHORUS 

See you wanting to leave
Surely you won’t go

As you stand up to leave
I’m still begging no

Let her go

RPT CHORUS

Broken Hearts Bar

Hi, thanks for stopping by my Soundcloud page.  I'm a songwriter and novelist from North West England, looking to reach a wider audience with these little treasures of mine.

My three novels, 'Gavin & The Bodysnatchers', 'Sixth Beatle' and ‘Peckersley’s Bird Cafe’ are available through my website - link below. Plus you can find out a lot more about me there.

For music fans on here, you’ll find that my ‘Sixth Beatle’ novel is about a young composer trying to come up with the most perfect piece ever written. What most of us creating on Soundcloud strive for, I guess - but not many come close to achieving! 😁 Why not check it out?

Michael A

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