Originally posted by drewhiggins:That's exactly how it's seeming to work. So far this has gone from what a week in hell (literally) might be like to buskers and lonely people surviving their days.
Nobody in sight and nary a bump in the night
Hardly any noise 'cept for a busker with no well-earned applause
The bricks were still and the movement was nil
Wind absent and the warmth heaven-sent
Friend and friend, uninterested in the night's end
Sounds of arriving feet, the few left to (not sure what I can put here)
One lonely soul singing to survive with his money bowl
Looking to sing another day, through another day
Sing for the moment, sing for the soul, sing to achieve his goal
Of that he just can't fathom just one more day of famine
A young child, lost on the street corner, miles away from her home
Lost and so alone, broken and aching, cold and shaken
This child weeps all the unaware city sleeps
In their own dreams.
Originally posted by drewhiggins:It's just a first lyric, so it's nothing amazing yet. I'll keep going back to it and coming up with ideas.
Originally posted by drewhiggins:
No covers would be going on it. What's your basic idea if you're cool with me asking?
Originally posted by Mr_Trek:[..]
The idea I want to write on?
Originally posted by LikeASong:The Wanderer has a very low Eb note (the I went wandering part) which is really hard if you haven't warmed up enough and/or if you don't breath correctly. The lowest I can do is the low D immediately below that Eb note - and only in some ocassions.