on being un-writerly and the ethics of metaphor

[louie_ludwig]

i'm not a "lyricist", i'm a songwriter. i have very, very rarely written an entire song's lyrics without thinking hook at the same time. i don't know how people do it, but i know that they do. how you can take a fully solidifed page of words that has no melodic intention and then try to "set it to music" blows my mind

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[jac_gorodetzky]

alone, and no moon.
wind shreds my heart like paper.
if only you'd come.

[jac_gorodetzky]

better me than you
feel this pain like tiger's teeth.
you should run from me.

[louie_ludwig]

i can't rival you at this. it is not possible for me to imitate those who despair in such a way. but. i can write bad riot grrrl songs that would rival it.

how's this:

run from me
cos i'm so scary
you want me not to be

but it's who i am
in my stained dress
virginglitterlightning

not for you
it's all mine
you can't have me
(never again)

[louie_ludwig]

really? alone, AND no moon? i can't think of anything sadder, jac.

i will come rescue you. where are you anyway? are you lost? would you rather give me directions by starlight?

i bet there are lots of 4s out there waiting to be rescued, but unable to provide suitable directions to their potential rescuers. just think of them, alone, and no moon, by the river. alone, and no moon, by the sea. alone, and no moon, in the park. it is so tragique.

[jac_gorodetzky]

i am where the swath
of purple catches my eye.
longing. breathing. here.

[louie_ludwig]

"swath of purple," pardon, i mean

"swath
of purple"

makes me want to BARF. see? see? this must be why it never worked for me with 4s. good thing i stopped being attracted to them after age 18.