Creativity – Julian Wise

Just cut these lyrics from my first album. The friend I’m recording with prefers making music from sound (not from lyrics or structure), so these shan’t go on the album. Still, when I shared them lyrics with a friend, she said, “There are some absolutely stunning moments,” so I thought I’d put them out in the open. If you’re musically inclined and curious, would love to hear what you might do with them sonically. (And if you have suggestions of how you’d change elements, please let me know!)

Song #1: You’ll Never Be Home Again

Sittin’ out here

Drinkin’ a beer,

Sky’s become clear,

My fear nearing,

Endearing

That you’ll never be home again.

Rounding that bend

Ended a friend,

Sending us rended and tender, amended

By a problem we’ll never mend.

But I still miss you

Not to kiss you

Simply to list the missed Sisyphus trysts you

Caressed with your wrists.

Undressing the pissed misty mornings of horny,

The warnings I foreswore.

You get what you want.

And never a thought for what ought to be

Safe or unwavering labor.

Controlling your world.

Squeezing that girl

Into a picture

Perfect

hearseless

first verse

that cursed her.

This sunset on hills

Gives me the chills

Missin’ your thrills and your pills

That still make me ill.

But I still miss you.

In distance I list you

As one of the greatest

sadists

I hated.

But I still miss you.

And pissy, I kissed you

I was a weak and meek

seeker that needed

some closure you own.

So you made me moan

Not with delight but a fright of the bright lights

That’s all you’ve done.

Now that you’ve won.

You ruined the son of my father who bothered

To let his dad die.

I must ask why?

Why do you end those around you, add frowns to…

You unholy beast.

I miss you the least

that I could miss anyone I once loved and still do.

I can’t close doors.

I keep wanting more.

Song #2: Untitled Song for College Grads (still being written, 2 verses to go.)

Graduatin’ mainstreet, aimin’ at fame street.

Someone clue me into those celebrities I can’t meet.

I’m an artist, just got out of school.

Lookin’ for a way to make a splash in the pool.

Hey there kiddo, can I borrow your soul?

Cause I can get you into the city of gold.

You said you’re a painter? Musician? A writer?

Work with me a few years, your life’ll be brighter.

So I got a workin’, sixteen hours a day

For plenty of perks and boatloats of pay.

Bain, BCG, don’t remember the name.

Coulda been ‘banking.’ Whatever, it’s lame.

Don’t sell your soul to the devil, friends—

The trouble and the toil ain’t worth the ends

Do what you love and do it for pay,

You’ll be a better person at the end of the day.

Been livin’ in the city and don’t love the rent.

Might as well buy. That’s money well spent.

Started seein’ someone, they just moved in.

Now we’re startin’ talkin’ ‘bout poppin’ out kin.

I’ll match your retirement and give parental leave.

Send you trav’ling to hotels. There’s nothing up my sleeve.

Your friends all sip champagne, proudly showing comp’ny pride

Come day-drink on my yacht and I’ll take you for a ride.