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  • Can you describe your first kiss in a single sentence?

    Parameters: One sentence max, though you may semicolon your heart out. And be honest with the details; I can’t be the only person who had a clumsy/awkward first kiss.

    Expected response time: By Monday morning.

    Here is a response to the question that went unanswered. I came up with the concept for this song after repeatedly reading the question. I started to wonder why I asked about the first kiss, rather than the last kiss. Then, I realized in some very unfortunate situations, the first and last kiss are one in the same. I penned some of the verses randomly for a few days. I sat down with the guitar at 4 pm yesterday and had this song recorded by 4:45.

         First/last kiss

    The good thing about whisky
    is you only remember the fun.
    The bad thing about whisky
    is you only remember the fun.
    And I don’t remember your name, darlin,
    or where you said you were from.
    And I wish I could get you out of my head
    cause I’ll never see you again.

    But that first kiss
    had everything a man could wish for.
    Your breath was sweet
    and warm in my mouth.
    I only wish I’d known
    that that first kiss would be our last.

    Now my friends say you are a ghost—
    that I left alone.
    But I know my imagination ain’t good enough
    to have made you up.
    And, darlin, I can’t remember your name
    or where you said you were from.
    And I wish I could forget you
    cause I’ll never see you again.

    But that first kiss
    had everything a man could wish for.
    Your breath was sweet
    and warm in my mouth.
    I only wish I’d known
    that that first kiss would be our last.

    Finally got this recorded. Again, no response, but I made up the rest. Time to move on. I really liked the way this turned out; it has so much room to grow. It sounded very different every time I tried recording it. I can imagine a muted trumpet crying in the background or some harmony with a female vocalist, especially on the final verse.

    Well, I could never love a woman as cruel as you. ( X 2 )
    You’re mean to my mother, and you’re worse with my friends.
    I could never love a woman as cruel as you.

    Well, you say such awful things to wilt my pride.
    You say such awful things to make me feel dead inside.
    I could never love a woman as cruel as you. ( X 2 )

    You got poison in those veins, and you beg me to drink;
    You got ice in that heart, and you want me to freeze.
    I could never love a woman as cruel as you. ( X 3 )

         Beautiful woman

    I won’t deny that you are the most
    beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
    But unlike all those other boys
    I won’t go wobbly at the knees.

    Just accept that I’m a man
    you can’t defeat.

    If you swallow some of that pride
    and stop looking down at me.
    I can promise you, darling,
    I’ll give you something you need.

    Chorus

    I ain’t a stallion you can break,
    but I can be ridden hard.
    Give me my due respect,
    and I’ll take you far!

    Chorus

    You hang the pelts of strong men
    on your mental walls.
    Well, that ain’t no skin off my back;
    I’ve tricked hunters like you before.

    Chorus

         Little fox

    Oh, I bet you think you are pretty
    sly, my little fox.
    Slinking out the den at night
    silent as a knife.

    Oh, where do you go my little fox?
    I’ll find that den and smoke you out.
    That other man is gonna pay with fire
    for breaking up my house.

    What am I supposed to think
    when the bed sheets are cold?
    Ever morning I wake up
    with no one to hold.

    Oh, where do you go my little fox?
    I’ll find that den and smoke you out.
    That other man is gonna pay with fire
    for breaking up my house.

    Oh, little fox,
    I was good to you.
    Oh, little fox,
    you cheat.
    You ain’t welcome back no more—
    see how sly you are without me!

        Spare some love

    I never thought I’d fall for someone like you,
    someone cold, but looking for some room
    to grow, and you can grow in my arms.
    But in return, I need you to spare me some of your love.
    Your love is all I need in my dreams.

    You forget how you bled on this floor,
    this killing floor, and how I mopped up your hurt.
    And you always laugh when I return,
    but I ain’t going anywhere until you spare me some of your love.
    Your love is all I need in my dreams.

    We’re riding down the river of give and take,
    and you’ve made sure the current only flows one way.
    Tear down your dams and all those bitter walls.
    Like a beggar, I’m begging for you to spare me your love.
    Your love is all I need in my dreams.

    Thanks to falling-anthem for a couple key words here: biology and manners.       

         Love you like a man

    I ain’t a boy looking for someone to mother me;
    I can stand on my own.
    Ours will not be a romance of needs;
    Trust me, what I want is all biology.

    CHORUS:
    Baby, I will love you like a man
    Baby, I will treat you the best I can
    Darlin’, why don’t you give me your hand?
    And I will love you like a man.

    I can be strong; I’ll build us a home,
    And you’ll be my cornerstone.
    When we’re safe and settled,
    I’ll love you like I’ve got nothing to lose (cause I don’t).

    CHORUS

    We can write the constitution to our love,
    Set up all the ground rules.
    I’ll give you manners and deep respect;
    Just take away my blues!

    BRIDGE:
    Baby, I know you don’t need me,
    But need, it ain’t what I want.
    Just grow old with me and be my best friend;
    I’ll pave us a road you’re proud to walk on.

    CHORUS

    I’ve committed reverse-inspiration. I answered the following question from ttimshel with a song:

    Hypothetically speaking,

    if you only had one opportunity to tell someone you loved them before they moved away, would you? if it meant jeopardizing your friendship, putting your real feelings out there, being exposed of the risks involved - they either accept or decline - would you do it? 

    i am not in this situation but if i were, let’s just say, i wouldn’t know what to do. what would you do

         Worth the risk

    I played out the scene
    a hundred times in my mind;
    I got up the courage to tell you
    I wish you were mine.
    But you left on that train,
    and I haven’t heard from you since.
    Now everyone asks,
    "Was it worth losing a friend?"

    I say I have no regrets,
    and if I could, I’d tell you again.
    Love is a reward that’s worth the risk,
    a gamble I’ll take again, and again, and again.

    When you didn’t say, “I’ll stay,”
    I felt the pain on my face,
    but my heart started healing
    the moment you stepped on that train.
    Better to put you to rest
    than never know.
    A life of “coulda been”
    will rot a soul.

    I say I have no regrets,
    and if I could, I’d tell you again.
    Love is a reward that’s worth the risk,
    a gamble I’ll take again, and again, and again.

    The only way we control
    the way our story unfolds
    is to be all in with our chips
    on love’s risk.

    I’ve done it again. Searched the tag “question” and found this post from sashdaley:

    SEX IS NOT THE ANSWER

    sex is the question. Yes is the answer

    Thanks for the inspiration.

         Q & A Blues

    Life is too short to walk around
    all confused and lonesome.
    There’s too much to learn
    to stay in the dark.

    Darlin’, your body’s got a question,
    and mine’s got an answer.
    Just go ahead and ask,
    and I’ll give you all my advice.

    In this instance,
    ignorance is not bliss.
    But I can promise you,
    soon enough you’ll know what bliss is.

    CHORUS

    In this you can be my pupil,
    and I’ll be your professor.
    Just put your sweet apple on my desk,
    and I’ll make sure you pass.

    CHORUS

    I read the metaphor in hrlaughed's following post my own way and wrote this short song. Thanks are due for the inspiration. For the record, if such a gun existed, I wouldn't mind being shot with it—assuming the right person was holding it.

    If someone said their idea of a great leader was someone who would, “Take out his gun of truth and shoot everybody in the head with it,”

    O.O

    …How would you respond?

         Loaded gun

    Darlin’, you got a loaded gun,
    and I want you to shoot me with your truth.
    Go ahead and aim your piece
    right between my eyes.

    You’ve got the power to lead,
    and I won’t put up a fight.
    Take me where you want, darlin’.
    I want to be your captive tonight.

    Steady your hand, baby,
    and blow me away.
    I know it will hurt so good
    when you fire upon on me.

     Answered lovelyquestions's post tonight:

    what is your greatest fear? 

    Thanks for the inspiration lovelyquestions—and for giving me a reason to think about something I usually am too afraid to think about.

         Maze

    We met so young,
    I don’t remember what it means to feel alone.
    We were both so lost
    when we found each other in this maze.
    Our friends always ask:
    aren’t you afraid you settled too soon?
    My only fear is that I might live
    longer than you.

    'Cause I am strong—
    there’s no doubt.
    But me has been we for so long,
    I don’t know who I’d be on my own.

    We’re still lost in that labyrinth,
    dazed and confused.
    Misery loves Company
    as much as I love you.
    As long as we’re together,
    I can be lost in here forever.
    My only fear is that I might live
    longer than you.

    'Cause I am strong—
    there’s no doubt.
    But me has been we for so long,
    I don’t know who I’d be on my own.

    My only fear is that I might live
    longer than you.

    Thanks to a-fiercesome-thing-to-behold for tonight’s inspiration. She asked the question:

    What do you do with old jewelry an exboyfriend gave you?

    Here’s an answer an ex-boyfriend might have, in the form of a song.

         Ring

    When you left me baby,
    I didn’t even cry.
    But I hope you keep that ring I gave you.
    So a part of me is always by your side.

    We didn’t split on the best of terms,
    but I bought that gold when we were ripe.
    Keep it as a sign of what love can be,
    when love’s done right.

    The pawn shop might give you
    a pretty penny for the loss.
    But a reminder of what good love is
    seems too rare to just toss.

    CHORUS

    Maybe we weren’t meant to be,
    but that ring could grow with you.
    It might make you smile
    when you’re old and lonely and blue.

    CHOURS X 2

    Baby, you do what you want with it—
    I wouldn’t Indian give.
    I just hope you choose to keep it
    'cause I'll never forget you
    and the good times we had.

    Tonight’s inspiration came from Te0uanJ's question:

    Would you trust the person you’re with, knowing that they cheated on their previous bf/gf?

    I took the question one step further; how could you trust the person if they cheated on the previous partner for you? The recording could be much better; it needs a second vocal track—but, alas, I have to work tomorrow and must sleep.

         If you could leave him

    Well I stole you at midnight,
    when you slipped out the door.
    When the car crossed the state line,
    you said “I don’t need that man no more.”
    And you looked to me and smiled,
    and I smiled in return;

    I was hiding the truth I knew:
    that if you could leave him, then you could leave me;
    that if you could leave him, then you could leave me.

    He wasn’t bad to you—
    you tell me your life was a bore.
    A bird in a cage you were,
    'til I asked you to soar.
    And I’d like to ask for loyalty,
    but I already know:

    Yeah, I know the truth:
    CHORUS

    Well, times are good right now;
    you’re here in my arms.
    But a man’s days are always numbered
    with a woman like you:
    A woman so free
    she loves so cruel.

    I know the truth:
    CHORUS

    Tonight’s inspiration comes via a direct question from holycrapacupcake:

    What happens when you feel trapped in all of your friendships? Like you would rather sit in the dark, alone, than be talking to someone or anyone for that matter, just because you can’t trust what they say - how does that make sense?

    This was the first time I wrote from a direct question. It’s inherently more difficult to respond to a single question than it is to read hundreds of posts and just respond to one that piques my interest. I could do it, though, because I understood the dilemma at the heart of the question. Song’s short and in the future will have more guitar/vocal tracks. I had to create a SoundCloud account because I write more than one song a day, and Tumblr tries to restrict my productivity! Enjoy!

         Better off alone

    People don’t have to be liars
    to never speak the truth.
    You and yours and all your noise
    is giving me the blues.
    Sometimes you got friends all around you,
    but nothing they say fills your soul.

    The blues is knowing
    you’re better off alone.

    We all say we care about each others’ pain,
    and all this pretending is good and fine.
    But sometimes you need a quiet place,
    somewhere dark to rest your mind.
    One of these days I’m going to lock my door
    and disconnect my phone.

    The blues is knowing
    you’re better off alone.

    Today’s inspiration comes from a very simple question asked by sally-okay:

    Knowledge or wealth?

    I’m not sure that I’ve answered “knowledge”, but I definitely said no to wealth…at least for the situation I imagined. I know that most girls in my life wish they were a Disney Princess. I’ve always thought that life didn’t seem as great as the movie’s make it out to be. My song shares my reasoning. Enjoy!

         A Princess problem

    Well, you were born
    with your nose in the air.
    Gifted pretty dresses
    and golden hair.
    But I know your secret,
    the one you’ve never told:
    You’d trade in all those dollars
    just to know:

    That you’re loved for being you,
    and not for your dowry;
    that you’re loved for being you,
    and not for your wealth.

    Suitors come to you,
    like moths to a flame.
    No, they come to you,
    like gamblers to a game.
    They want a taste
    from that silver spoon.
    The one that’s choked you
    and left you so blue.

    CHORUS

    Well, yours is a Princess problem,
    one of the First World.
    But privilege can’t dull the pains
    of a sad girl.
    You’ve had everything
    except for the one thing you want:
    a good man
    that you can trust…

    CHORUS

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