During band interviews, I used to ask whether the song came first or the music. I was surprised to hear most say that the music came first but it is a bit like the chicken and the egg scenario.
I cannot write music and I doubt I am the greatest song writer that ever there lived, but this morning I was inspired to write a song albeit a very brief folksy (I imagine) song. I would love to be able to have some music to go with this and if you are a musician who has accidentally stumbled onto this page and thinks you have a tune for it then I would love to hear it (hoping for miracles). EDIT: Someone recorded it for me!!! See video below!
It was written in response to the Write4Ten prompt: On a fishing boat [Setting] (please note: I have changed the image as this is more appropriate to the theme of my song/ditty)
I cannot write music and I doubt I am the greatest song writer that ever there lived, but this morning I was inspired to write a song albeit a very brief folksy (I imagine) song. I would love to be able to have some music to go with this and if you are a musician who has accidentally stumbled onto this page and thinks you have a tune for it then I would love to hear it (hoping for miracles). EDIT: Someone recorded it for me!!! See video below!
It was written in response to the Write4Ten prompt: On a fishing boat [Setting] (please note: I have changed the image as this is more appropriate to the theme of my song/ditty)
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As I sail to you
Early in the morning, through the wind and the rain
My body is beaten by nature, without any refrain
I battle the seas, with my sails and my net
Just to get close to you at the place that we met
With rhythm and sway
On the cool of the blue
She creaks and she croaks
As I sail to you
With your long golden hair and a tail of green
Seashells can’t hide what I’ve already seen
You sing like an angel from heavens above
As the wind carries it to me, my heart fills with love
With rhythm and sway
On the cool of the blue
She creaks and she croaks
As I sail to you
As the night draws to a close and a chill fills the air
I wonder aloud, if you really were there
With my boat laden with fish after a day out at sea
I remember the song that you once sang to me.
