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BALLAD FOR AN OLD FLAMEOkay guys, I really need some serious criticism on this lyric, both structure and content. THANKS!: Last edited by devaamido 08-07-2010 at 12:48:56 PM |
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RE: BALLAD FOR AN OLD FLAMEI would suggest you PM Balladeer and ask for his thoughts on your song lyrics. He's really good at this type of poetry...hum, maybe that's why his name is Balladeer. He's a great teacher and a really nice guy. I'm sure he would be happy to help you. |
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RE: BALLAD FOR AN OLD FLAMEI am not a poem expert, but I know what I like. This poem has lots of good things about it. |
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RE: BALLAD FOR AN OLD FLAMEQuote: Originally Posted by devaamido Okay guys, I really need some serious criticism on this lyric, both structure and content. THANKS!: BALLAD FOR AN OLD FLAME I never knew you I thought I did, but I was wrong, I couldn’t hear you. Thought I would, I knew I could When I was near you, Insistent themes from my old songs Rang in my ears for much too long, First with joy and then with tears. I went away and it was clear, I never knew you. . It seems I looked But never saw. I looked right through you. Dancing ballet to my songs, You just followed me along When I sang those same old songs. They were songs I’d found to move you But those old songs we’d sung for years Became so tinny to my ears, The ones that you knew. The ones that I’d sung to you, Not to confuse you, . And yet a restless part of me Cried inside to be let free Of evenings wasted on TV Didn’t need another life. It’s true, you were my loving wife I had to leave, or I’d have died. We were both left high and dry But I could only say goodby. I never knew you. . You seemed to see in me Some heroic quality I myself could never see Asked if that quality were mine Or some kind of late-sent Valentine A dream you’d hoped that could be mine That just never did fit me, The dream we held together for a time When our pathways intertwined. I never knew you. . No more with closed And sleep-beclouded eyes The later chapters of my book, In mirrors of another’s eyes I find reflections more resigned To truth the “Mirror of My Mind” Tells me lovers all must find: “I never knew you”. . Copyright July 17th, 2010 CrazyGrampa %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Too banal on an over-ridden ,unendiing theme. Ms. Devaamido is far more capable of better than this, .....Trite!.............LOL. Does not conform to the Ballad genre. I would love to see Balladeer comment. Last edited by cousinsoren 09-29-2010 at 09:59:06 AM |
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.