Actual: Five years, my brain hurts a lot. Misheard: Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes Turn and face the strain. Misheard: Kill the urge to run the red lights. Actual: She blew the shoes right off your feet. How do you practice flow?
Actual: It's a crash course for the ravers. Misheard: Alley is destroyed. Misheard: Those storms keep pounding through my begging heart. Actual: The sun machine is coming down. Actual: It's in the white of my eyes. Misheard: Jung the foreman prayed at work, that neither hands nor limbs would work. And if you don't like it you can
Adrian Johnston music Stephen Poliakoff lyrics. Misheard: Alley is destroyed. Misheard: Her name is Brittany, she always eats her meat. Misheard: Has my kind of rolling, gone wrong? That's what the act of creating a word bank does for you. Misheard: Mars happy nation, sit on my car, dying medication, take me away. Your moments of flow will likely yield something entirely different.
When I've been on a tight deadline and not gotten the track to topline over until 3 PM and the singer is coming at 7 PM and I need to have lyrics and melody done by then [while also making supper because I'm a mom], in those cases, my edit phase is very quick. Actual: And he wants so to belch. All I can do is take whatever idea pops into my head and very confidently… just go with it. Misheard: I'm an alley cager, I'm a mama-papa calling for you. Actual: Perhaps the strange ones in the dome. Start with a prompt [like an emotion or object or relationship or memory] and just keep writing and writing and writing without pausing at all. I get the song fully drafted out and then give it a quick once-over.