Hi. New member here, and I thought the first thing I'd do is share some of the songs I have written. If anyone has heard of Nick Drake, you might spot his influences in these songs.
First one coming up; more to come soon.
Apple Tree
Oh, sweet green apple
What must it be like?
To hang from that branch
From your thin little stem
Without a care, with your skin
Glistening in the summer sun?
The leaves shield your frame
Shadows slowly whispering along
It must be the easiest thing
Just to hang from your branch
Safe under the gentle shelter
Of these fully grown leaves.
The moon on these summer nights
Give you the warmest glow of all
Happy and content, you must be
In the serenity of the field
Away from the concrete jungles
That blemish this land.
Here I sit, from my place
Underneath the apple tree
Summer days passing us by
Quietly, with unspoken thoughts
I really cannot help but wonder
If you ever feel sad too.
Safe deep within the earth
Sits the tree from which you bore
Here you hang, where nobody knows
Except for the rain and the sun
Open to the changing seasons
Many years away be your dying days.
Oh, sweet green apple
What must it be like?
To hang from that branch
From your thin little stem
Without a care, with your skin
Glistening in the summer moon?
Old Man On The River
That old man on the river
Riding in his treasured old boat.
Sitting, watching the town go by
He's seen it many times before.
That old man on the river
Riding in his worthy old boat.
You have to stop and wonder
If he ever sets foot on dry land.
That old man on the river
Riding in his trusty old boat.
Sitting in the cabin, looking
Looking at his long lost love.
That old man on the river
Riding in his little old boat.
Oh, how these times come and go
Memories of yesteryear aplenty.
That old man on the river
Riding in his lonely old boat.
All he lives for, looking sad
As he waits for this day to end.
Skies Of The North
I feel these winds blow
As I walk down the land.
I've not felt this before
As I sit and watch the skies
The skies of the north.
I slowly take the horizon
In the palm of my hand.
I stand and watch the moon
As it sails on the skies
The skies of the north.
I sit and listen to winds
Blowing across the landscape.
The leaves whistle their tune
As I stay to watch the skies
The skies of the north.
I wander through the land
Blissfully ignorant to all.
I look around me, all around
As the sun rises in the skies
The skies of the north.
Time Has No Answers
Time has no answers
To the questions we ask.
Time has no answers
To our daily dilemmas.
Time has no answers
To the quests we seek.
Time has no answers
To the words we speak.
Time has no answers
To the winds that blow.
Time has no answers
To the sun that shines.
Time has no answers
To things left unsaid.
Time has no answers
To which path we take.
Time has no answers
To hellos and goodbyes.
Time has no answers
As we stare and wonder.
Time has no answers
To the questions we ask.
Time has no answers
To our daily dilemmas.
Summer's Garden
Sitting in summer's garden
The sun hot and relentless.
Skies so clear and blue
Not a single cloud in sight.
Sitting in summer's garden
Leaves so bright and green.
Flowers and plants in bloom
Already had their rain.
Sitting in summer's garden
Evening horizons now red.
Floating thoughts in mind
Time to get another drink.
Sitting in summer's garden
Evening replaced by night.
Stars as far as eyes can see
Sit and worship the moon.
Sitting in summer's garden
Clouds laced with silver.
Race across the sky so clear
Spread their wings and fly.
Dawn Of A New Week
At the dawn of a new week
Things are fresh, start anew
The sun rises in the east
A lark sings its song again
At the dawn of a new week.
At the dawn of a new week
The night turns into day
Go all the way back to start
Take another roll of the dice
At the dawn of a new week.
At the dawn of a new week
What goes up comes back down
What was old is now brand new
Sleepy eyes slowly stir awake
At the dawn of a new week.
At the dawn of a new week
Things are fresh, start anew
The sun rises in the east
A lark sings its song again
At the dawn of a new week.
In The City Square
In the middle of the city square
Walking around, guitar in hand
Strangers don't even look twice
In the biting winter wind and rain
It feels like it'll freeze all over
In this old city square.
In the middle of the city square
You sit on the cold ground
Roll and light the last cigarette
You get out your guitar and play
The strangers look and listen
In this old city square.
In the middle of the city square
The winter rains stay unrelenting
Evening comes in, the people go home
You look around for a place to stay
Hopefully someone can spare a penny
In this old city square.
In the middle of the city square
The lights of the night turn on
Aristocrats walk down the streets
Disgusted, looking down their noses
That man isn't fit enough to belong
In this old city square.
In the middle of the city square
Sitting on the ground, guitar laid down
It looks like these winter rains
Will continue to dampen this ground
A long night before a new day
In this old city square.
If anyone has heard of Nick Drake, you might spot his influences in these songs
Since Nick Drake was on the autistic spectrum himself, his songs appeal to many of us.
I first heard him on Israeli radio in 1984. I was only 14 at the time, but I remembered his songs ever since. I got his CDs in the early 90s and later visited his grave in Tanworth-in-Arden, Warwickshire in 1997 and later in Novembr 25, 2004 (exactly 30 years after his death).
As for the titles of your songs -
Apple Tree reminds me of Fruit Tree.
Old Man On The River reminds me of River Man.
Skys Of The North reminds me of Northern Sky.
Time Has No Answers reminds me of Time Has Told Me.
Dawn Of A New Week reminds me of Day Has Done.
In The City Square reminds me of At The Chime Of a City Clock.
Also, your nickname somehow reminds me of the song (and the album) "Bryter Layter" :smile:
Can I have your permission to use these lyrics for a video on Aut TV?
http://www.auttv.com
Sure, no problem.
If anyone has heard of Nick Drake, you might spot his influences in these songs
Since Nick Drake was on the autistic spectrum himself, his songs appeal to many of us.
I first heard him on Israeli radio in 1984. I was only 14 at the time, but I remembered his songs ever since. I got his CDs in the early 90s and later visited his grave in Tanworth-in-Arden, Warwickshire in 1997 and later in Novembr 25, 2004 (exactly 30 years after his death).
Yeah, he's a big influence on the way I write. I only heard of him since February this year to be honest, but that's long enough for me to absolutely love his stuff.
Playing his stuff on guitar, though, is a completely different matter. :wink:
As for the titles of your songs -
Apple Tree reminds me of Fruit Tree.
Old Man On The River reminds me of River Man.
Skys Of The North reminds me of Northern Sky.
Time Has No Answers reminds me of Time Has Told Me.
Dawn Of A New Week reminds me of Day Has Done.
In The City Square reminds me of At The Chime Of a City Clock.
Also, your nickname somehow reminds me of the song (and the album) "Bryter Layter" :smile:
The titles of my songs were, in a way, meant as a tribute to his works. :smile:
Another one.
Bird Of The Season
Bird of the season
Flies overhead.
Watching from above
Looking for a home.
Bird of the season
Flies overhead.
The people below
Paying little heed.
Bird of the season
Flies overhead.
Day turns to night
Better look fast.
Bird of the season
Flies overhead.
What's the point
Of flying anyway?
Bird of the season
Flies overhead.
The stars come out
And the moon full.
Bird of the season
Flies overhead.
Nowhere to stay yet
So look elsewhere.
Bird of the season
Flies overhead.
The night now gone
Good luck next time.
Whispers Of Spring
Whispers of spring
Skies so pale and blue.
Whispers of spring
Talking to leaves so few.
Winter lies there
Waiting to go to sleep.
Gentle shadow of spring
Covers you like a quilt.
Whispers of spring
Sun so bright and warm.
Whispers of spring
Gentle tones of the norm.
Winter lies there
Waiting to go to sleep.
Gentle shadow of spring
Covers you like a quilt.
Whispers of spring
Air so fresh and new.
Whispers of spring
Warming times for you.
Winter lies there
Waiting to go to sleep.
Gentle shadow of spring
Covers you like a quilt.
Whispers of spring
They just feel so right.
Whispers of spring
Calming in the night.
Winter lies there
Waiting to go to sleep.
Gentle shadow of spring
Covers you like a quilt.