V1) Fairytale, princess. Prince charming, a crown
Some mice and a pumpkin, Godmother a gown
A sprinkle of magic, a little pretend
But this make believe must come to an end
Chorus) With the stroke of midnight
A dose of reality
Then they will see
This is not like the movies
V2) Evil stepmother. A dragon, a curse
A forbidden love, what could be worse?
Does good win over evil? Or is it pretend?
What about 'Happily ever after, the end'?
But with the stroke of midnight
A dose of reality
Then they will see
This is not like the movies
Bridge) But whose to say you're not a princess?
Whose to say it can't be real?
You can write your real life fairytale
You can make it real
With that stroke of midnight
And a dose of your reality
Then the world will see
This is better then the movies
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
2/8/12 The Song Next Door
This one is a song based off of a story I kinda came up with while writing this song. I haven't actually written the story yet, but I'm going to :) Hope you like it! :D
V1) There is this house. The house next door
It looks so broken. It's been abandoned for sure
Shattered windows. There is glass all around
The place is a mess. Thorns spring up from the ground.
Chorus) But in the stillness of the night
A still small voice starts to soar
I know not where this beauty comes from
The beauty that is, the song next door
V2) That voice, by morning light, is gone
And takes with it that beautiful song
The people wonder, but they don't ask
Could that haunted house just be a mask?
In the stillness of the night
A still small voice starts to soar
I know not where this beauty comes from
The beauty that is, the song next door
V3) It was decided, by the town
That the house, should be torn down
The mysterious house covered with bramble
Was far to much for them to handle
Chorus 2) But in the stillness of that night
The still small voice ceased to soar
Instead faint whimpers could be heard
Replacing the beauty of the song next door
The house was flattened to the ground
And a helpless child there was found
She began to sing again, just as before
When we took in as family the child that was the voice
of the song next door.
V1) There is this house. The house next door
It looks so broken. It's been abandoned for sure
Shattered windows. There is glass all around
The place is a mess. Thorns spring up from the ground.
Chorus) But in the stillness of the night
A still small voice starts to soar
I know not where this beauty comes from
The beauty that is, the song next door
V2) That voice, by morning light, is gone
And takes with it that beautiful song
The people wonder, but they don't ask
Could that haunted house just be a mask?
In the stillness of the night
A still small voice starts to soar
I know not where this beauty comes from
The beauty that is, the song next door
V3) It was decided, by the town
That the house, should be torn down
The mysterious house covered with bramble
Was far to much for them to handle
Chorus 2) But in the stillness of that night
The still small voice ceased to soar
Instead faint whimpers could be heard
Replacing the beauty of the song next door
The house was flattened to the ground
And a helpless child there was found
She began to sing again, just as before
When we took in as family the child that was the voice
of the song next door.
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