On The Spot..

OK, now we're gonna see if I can write a song on the spot. You're going to witness the entire process, brainstorming and all. I have given this no prior thought (though if there are phrases already rattling around in my head, I will feel free to use them). So here goes!

My work is done (fun? run? I've rhymed done with sun too many times...)
TV spawn (gone)
fat America
Just 'cuz I'm right when I'm right don't mean I'm not wrong when I'm wrong
...when I'm gone
split-second decision (incision? division? collision? mission??)
My life is... (one-syllable adjective, has to be meaningful... is this where I should put "gone?" A little melodramatic... How about "one?" I like that! i.e. la vida es una)
Waking up...

OK, enough brainstorming. Let's see if we can make a song out of this crap!

My work is done
Why do I still feel like I'm under the gun?
I'll never change your mind, I've known it all along
Just 'cuz I'm right when I'm right don't mean I'm not wrong when I'm wrong

My life is one
I won't let you tell me that it can't be fun
But I'm from the (change to: We're the second) generation of the TV spawn
Will this voice upon the Internet still make a sound when I'm gone?

Fat America, I've washed my hands
You don't take advice, I don't take demands
Melodramatica, I'm not one of you
(yeah, Melodramatica... an unexpected result of the brainstorm!)
You're digging your own graves and that's nothing new
(hmm, maybe I can flip this around somehow. It might sound better as "fat America, I'm not one of you" but I'm afraid that could be disputed! ha ha! I'd have to wait until my diet takes more effect before I could ever sing it!! Just the same, let's try it this way...)

Fat America, I'm not one of you
You're digging your own graves and that's nothing new
Melodramatica, I've washed my hands
You don't take advice, I don't take demands

You wake up a split second from a head-on collision
No time to second guess a split-second decision
(Should I add another couplet to this bridge? I don't see any urgent need to... maybe I will, maybe I won't.)

OK, before I put this song in order, it's time to think about a title. There's plenty of good candidates: Melodramatica, Fat America, Split Second (not that great), TV Spawn... (???)
"Meh," I'll decide later.
Anyways, I think a more or less traditional order should work fine for this song (as usual!)




My work is done
Why do I still feel like I'm under the gun?
I'll never change your mind, I've known it all along
Just 'cuz I'm right when I'm right don't mean I'm not wrong when I'm wrong

Fat America, I'm not one of you
You're digging your own graves and that's nothing new
Melodramatica, I've washed my hands
You don't take advice, I don't take demands

My life is one
I won't let you tell me that it can't be fun
We're the second generation of the TV spawn
Will this voice upon the Internet still make a sound when I'm gone?

Fat America, I'm not one of you
You're digging your own graves and that's nothing new
Melodramatica, I've washed my hands
You don't take advice, I don't take demands

You wake up a split second from a head-on collision
No time to second guess a split-second decision




Well, I think that went well enough. It's good enough for now, anyway... not my best song, to be sure, but not the worst either, I think. At any rate, the above is what happens when I simply decide to write a song, without a real driving concept to start with. Honestly, I'm pleasantly surprised that I was able to produce a whole song just like that. What's it been, 15 minutes? Closer to 20 or 25, actually...