Punch Drunk

Since it's technically after midnight, I can post for the following day already (I know, any rules about frequency of posting are entirely arbitrary except at least one per day, hence the daily status report nature of this blog. Whatever, i'm being neurotic).

These are the lyrics to the third song I've worked on today. Both of the first two (including the one in the aforementioned post) feel a bit like cleaning out the creative plumbing. There might be hope for the first one still, but that's not where my head is tonight.

My frustration is mounting about my inability to record anything (especially since apparently all I want to write now are rock ballads and jazzy heartbreakers). But for now, my darlings, here are the lyrics. They are much better sung, I must say. Imagine low, jazzy, slightly menacing voice. Jazz piano for color and pulse.

Toodle-loo.
megs

my love would crush your very soul
my love would break you bone by bone
my love would leave you naked and cold
my love would crush your very soul

my love would rake you through the coals
my love would make you wail and moan
my love would leave you all alone
my love would crush your very soul

my love would draw you from your home
my love would lure you smooth and slow
but you'll get burned, this you know
my love would crush your very soul

verse of la, la, scat/vocalising

my love will crush your very soul
my love will break you bone by bone
my love, you want. - and that alone.
my love will crush your very soul.