How To Write A Song
Want to write a song to call your own? I imagine most would love the opportunity. All you really need is a little knowledge playing a guitar or piano, a voice that can sing relatively in key, and a touch of imagination spliced with creativity. Depending on someone’s personality, interests and experiences the type of song, how it is sung, what is sung, and how it is played can vary greatly. Writing the song can be easy enough if you have the skills and some patience.
To start your creation, sit down with your guitar or piano, a pen, a piece of paper, and an open mind.
Ask yourself questions before you begin. What do I want to sing about? I suppose you do not have to sing at all if an instrumental piece is what you are after; for the sake of argument, lets say you want to sing and play your own backing. Jon Huntress of Lyrical Line (2000) says, “You can write about ANYTHING! That’s the beauty of song writing-there are no rules”. Make some notes about the story you want to tell or message you plan to get across. Writing it down can help in case you might forget. Now think about how a song speaking of such a topic should be sung. Is it a serious subject? Perhaps a ballad. Funny? Perhaps punk or rock. If you’re angry, or have taste in music like myself, you may want heavy metal or hard rock. There are many other types, as well, such as reggae, blues, jazz, latin, and funk. Jimmy Brown (2000) says, “Keep your mind and ears open, and don’t be afraid to wade into unfamiliar musical waters”.
Now that you’ve decided on your song’s subject and have an idea how you want it to sound, write it! Play around; strum some simple chords and notes. Try to get a feel for the sounds you need to back up your voice. No one can tell you what to write, but it never hurts to ask others opinions. Once music is there, hum along. How you will sing to what you play is very important. Try to be unique in your sound, so the song is distinctly your own. At this point, get some lyrics in there. Jon Huntress (2001) adds, “Most of the stuff you put down won’t work, but you never know.
Throughout the song and the news go on you get cold and negative images of the events from around the world, he does not go into detail about each subject but by using negative language can out his point across through the language and tone. You could create a drama piece around the subjects brought up in the news, or to completely contrast the happy and peaceful things that happened in the 60’s. I have seen how to use 2 different songs together to represent different meanings and to show the battle between peace and war in the 60’s. I could use any topics talked about in the news, as they are all liked to the 1060’s.
Artists write about what they know; they pull feelings from their heart and their songs relay what the artists’ emotions, whether it be of their hometown, their high school crush, or their experiences. Many artists that came to fame during the twentieth century have a fair share of experiences they share with us in the form of their songs. The twentieth century is comprised of the institution of slavery and its effects, war, gender norms, discrimination based on nationality, sex, race, etc., and countless events that sparked protests and uproars in the United States. Music at this time was a phenomenon, and artists could use it to their advantage. Artists used their music to spread awareness about their cause, influence their listeners, and
The Story begins on a beach with three young children playing. Violet, 14, inventor; Klaus, 12, amateur researcher; and Sunny, baby, professional biter who has not totally developed speech. When they arrive to the beach it is a cloudy foggy overcast day. Violet is spending her time here skipping rocks, Klaus is studying tide pools and Sunny is just enjoying her time being at the beach with her older siblings. Even though it is not the greatest day in the world, the children are enjoying their time spent here at their favorite place. No other people are here on beach and this gives the children a place to be alone with their imagination. While playing a gentleman is approaching, but with the fog it scares the children because they cannot see who walks beneath the fog. As the figure gets closer they start to figure out who it is. The strange figure that lurked in the fog is Mr. Poe a friend of the family. Mr. Poe comes over to the children playing and explains to the children that their parents have perished in a fire that destroyed their home. Mr. Poe explains to the children that they will have to live with his family temporarily until he can figure out a plan as to where they will go.
The first step you need to establish is who the quilt is for. The quilt that I am making is for my grandma. The next thing you need to establish is how big you want to make your quilt. I was thinking about making my quilt a bedspread, but I do not have the time to make a quilt that big. I am looking for a lap size quilt. This is the perfect size quilt because she will get a lot of use out of it when she sits in her chair. The size that I decided on was a six-foot by eight-foot rectangle. The final step you need to think about before you start making it is, what do you want your quilt to look like.
The song I chose to do my project on is “Money” by Pink Floyd from their 1973 album The Dark Side of the Moon. I chose this song because I grew up listening to Pink Floyd on the old record player with my father and this song was one of his many favorites. He used to tell me about this song and how it was relevant in the 70’s and to this day the old cash register noise always brings back memories. The song itself was Pink Floyd’s first hit in the US. The song represents the American dream of getting more money and the thought of money solving all the problems. People spend a great amount of their life trying to gain more money, whether it is investing their money, purchasing lottery tickets, spending it in casinos, working for it, or even stealing it. This song is about the bad things money can bring. Overall, I picked this
If you are having trouble thinking of what to write, remember somebody wanted, but so and when, where, who, what , how.
As a child, I picked up on writing quickly. Although my handwriting today does not show it, I was fascinated by the act of writing, shaping delicate cursive script or scrawling jagged letters. As soon as I learned how to write, I was hooked. I wrote short stories to be shared with my classmates, I wrote journal entries, I wrote not quite properly rhymed poetry. I did not care if what I wrote was any good; I just wanted to experiment and have a little fun. I dreamed of one day writing and publishing my own books and collections of poetry.
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Robert Frost once said “A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” “It’s when an emotion has found its thought and the thought finds words. Poetry is a vital language of the heart. Poems rely on the writer’s deep and intensive feelings toward a subject. Poems can help a person find their inner feelings that one could not express directly to someone, but only could explain with pen and paper. Poetry draws on the senses and the senses give deep access to the poet’s inside feelings. It allows a person to be free and clear, that’s why poems are so interesting and fun to write.
Maybe you need to learn to read music, maybe you don't. Maybe you need to know many chord inversions and scales, maybe you don't. It depends on what you want to say with your music. And what you want to say depends on how you feel. How do you feel?
The song that I chose for for my Essay is “Neil Diamond-America”. This song is all positivity on American ethics and American culture. All it talks about it America's great accomplishments. It talks about how great that is that people from other countries are coming from land and by sea just to see how amazing it is to live in America. It talks also made me realize that most Americans don't see America in the same way, that we don't realize the places we have and how truly great our country is. This song analyzes what a foreigner looks in in finding a safe haven or just a new place to live.
"Ok, now let's see what you can do with this pistol alright" I gave her five shells to load and told her, "always leave the hammer on an empty chamber for your safety" I stood behind her and watched as she took aim not expecting her to hit any of the targets. Boy was I wrong, with every shot a target flew through the air with a hole dead center. After she unloaded the pistol she motioned for me to give her more ammo. I gave her five more shells, she loaded the gun, aimed and fired with the same results. After this round was over I motioned for her to sit down a minute. Brenda was smiling and said, "how did I do" "You were great and where did you learn to shoot that way" I use to target pratice, remember I told you that" "yes I remember, but did not expect you to be so good" "Big things come in small packages she laughed. I laughed with her and said, "let's see how you do with a rifle now" I walked out about two-hundred feet and set up four targets for her and said, "all your's" Brenda steadied herself and aimed, missed the first one, raised the rifle again, and took a shot. The target went flying through the air flipping over and over. "Not bad, now and let's see if you can keep it going" I told her. She hit the other two and raised the rifle again, and I stopped her and said, "what are you shooting at" "The one I missed of course" The other target she hit knocked the down she missed so I let her have her way. She cocked the rifle, brought it up to aim and fired. Sure enough that target went down. "You are amazing and is there anything else I do not know about you smiling" "Oh there is a lot but that would take the mystery of of it wouldn't it", grinning. "I suppose and we have plenty of time to find out those things my dear" As we walked back to the cabin we held hands like two lovers that were sneaking around behind their parents back. The rest of the day we just sat on the porch and made small talk with one another. Every-now-and-then she would look at me and smile. Brenda started humming a little tune and I watched her rocking back and forth keeping time to it.
It’s 8:19 pm and I’m lying in my bed in the dark. For some reason it’s cold like winter in my room. I’m under a set of heavy blankets, but the harsh air is penetrating right through my covers. My teeth are jittering like a wind-up toy moving. I closed my eyes and started listening to my surroundings. I can hear the heating furnace across the room snoring or that’s what it sounds like to me. A bus passed by the window making a loud scream. Then I thought to myself, “Those tires or brakes on that bus needs to be desperately drenched in oil.” I can hear music that isn’t in my room, but sounds like it’s blaring from next door with a mix of voices. As I listened closely I figured out the genre of music is rap. “Boy, am I tired of hearing rap music,
“I guess you’re right…” Logan muttered, finally permitting himself to succumb to the sweet, warm embrace of sleep. Remy smiled when he felt Logan’s breathing even out and saw his head hang. “There we go.” He whispered to himself, releasing his hold on the logical side and turning his chair around. He hooked an arm under his legs, the other held onto his back, and he carefully lifted him from his seat. Sleep carried the snoozing side over to his bed, pulled back the covers and gently placed him on said bed. He tugged the soft blankets over Logan’s body, and tucked him in all snuggly and tight. Remy observed Logan for a minute, smiling softly at the look on his face. Logan always looked so peaceful when he was asleep, it was a wonder why he didn’t
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