The following are some clever little lines I occasionally think of and write at the back of my lyric book. Some are years old, others from a few days ago. Hopefully I’ll be able to find a pattern and write some songs out of them. At least, that was the idea…
- Better late than never
- Every shard of glass, in amongst every blade of grass
- Red spiders
- Fresh paint
- Open mouth: insert foot
- A welcome change
- Cities of refuge
- Undivided heart
- I’m afraid of your itch
- Blissfully unaware with you
- The way paint moves in water
- The way blood moves in water
- The way oil moves on water
- Counting your chickens instead of your blessings
- Start to scab over
- You’re tired but you don’t sleep, make promises you don’t keep
- People with stories
- False economy
- Point of inflection