... and halfway through The Voice

Broken

Broken in two
The sky full of blue
Sun shining brightly
On the day I lost you
Heavy as a cloud in the sky
Light as the tears burning in my eye
I'm broken in two
Nothing left to do
But say goodbye

Broken in two
Thought you loved me too
Thought your heart yearned for me
The way I yearn for you
Every bird in its high high tree
Sings a dirge for the heart in me
Broken in two
Nothing left to do
But weep and cry

If my heart were an ocean
There'd be nothing you could do
Oceans can't be broken
They're not in love with you
And if I weren't so tangled
In all the pain you left behind
Perhaps I could forgive you
But you don't care either way, so...
Never mind

Broken in two
I'm broken, it's true
Tomorrow I'll forget you
Or in a year, maybe two
I could take some time to lick my wounds
Try to get my heart strings back in tune
But today I feel broken
With nothing left to do, but
Weep and cry

If my heart were an ocean
There'd be nothing you could do (to me)
Oceans can't be broken
They're not in love with you
And if I weren't so torn and tangled
In the pains you smugly left behind
Perhaps I could forgive you
But you won't care either way
So never mind

Tomorrow I'll forget you
Or in a year or maybe two
But today I'm still broken
Nothing more I can say but...
Goodbye
Goodbye
We were two
Now I'm one
Goodbye


ELAshley
062811.1048.6
Revisions
062911.090545.1

Halfway through the last performance episode of The Voice, I began writing. This song is the end result.

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I've been listening to The Flaming Lips lately; and this is important-- the album, I mean. It's the sound and feel. I began thinking about a story I'm writing and began to think about it in terms of musicality. So with Fight Test in my head, I quickly hammered out lyrics for my story-based, Flaming Lips inspired, song...

Where You’ve Gone

[1] What happens to the soul
As it moves through the door
Does it know where you’ve gone
Can it feel you anymore
‘Cause you’re here to stay
Until you find the way
Did you know where you were going
Before you stepped through the door

Can heaven find you should you die here?
Does it even know where you’ve gone?

[2] How does it feel to know
He can’t hear you where you are
You’re not merely lost in space
Nor circling a foreign star
If Universes were city blocks
Would you have considered their locks
Crossed the street without thought of a key
Would you have thought to bring a key
Before you stepped through the door

Can heaven find you should you die here?
Does it even know where you’ve gone?

[Bridge] How did it feel when the door closed
And you knew something important was gone
Did you ever think you could ever miss
What you casually took for granted

[3] If universes were city blocks
Would you have considered their locks
Crossed the street without thought of a key
Would you have thought to bring a key
Before you walked out the door

Can heaven find you should you die here?
Does it even know where you’ve gone?
Does it even know where you’ve gone?


ELAshley
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Revisions:
120610.041450.6

Listening to The Flaming Lips’ Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, and considering my own novel in the works, it’s said that emulation is the greatest of flatteries.

So what do my lyrics mean? They're derived from some of the philosophical questions asked in the story I’m writing. I don’t have a melody as of this writing, so here’s hoping the music also flatters my aforementioned muses.