
Foxx
Pop/Rock-Gesang
Mein "Zweitling". 
Ich bin im Moment noch sehr unschlüssig, ob der Text so funktioniert, also nicht sprachlich, sondern inhaltlich. Ich bin mir zum einen nicht sicher, ob die gewählten Szenen zu flach wirken könnten und zum anderen ob klar ist, was ich überhaupt will.
Ein entsprechendes Feedback dazu würde mich freuen.
An zwei oder drei Stellen glaube ich übrigens, dass ich das progressive anwenden müsste statt des simple present - da habe ich allerdings im Zweifelsfall dem Rhythmus den Vorzug gegeben. Sollte das wirklich gar nicht gehen, muss ich mir wohl noch was anderes ausdenken.
Musikalisch stelle ich mir zur Zeit etwas Langsames, evtl. Balladesques vor, allerdings nicht zu poppig/ schnulzig; ich will eher auf was Melancholisches hinaus, ein wenig düster/ dreckig. So ganz sicher bin ich mir noch nicht.
Episodes
Verse 1:
There's a man walking home all alone
Where no one's waiting for him to come
He had all once, a wife and her love
But that bitch well deserved what she got
There's a girl sitting down in the streets
Begs for money to satisfy her needs
Stays all day, does what she's gotta do
Then goes home, back to Park Avenue
Chorus:
I'd like to tell the stories
Going through my mind
Until I will have told it
Please listen for a while
Verse 2:
There's this woman, she's lying in her bed
The TV's on, the screen lights the flat
She's not watching though, chemical sway
finally makes everything fade away
(Alt.:She's not watching, dazed by chemical sway
Finally everything's fading away)
There's a family, ready to leave
It's all done, nothing's left where they lived
it's the time but they dwell in the hall
Wondering how much they will miss it all
Chorus:
I'd like to tell the stories
Going through my mind
Until I will have told it
Please listen for a while
Bridge:
See, all these glimpses I can give
Are not complete, but say: what is?
Small episodes, I do not rate
Like them or not, now it's too late
(Solo)
Verse 3:
There's a boy, who's breeding at his desk
Staring down at his text, it's a mess
He so desperately yearns to do well
With the stories he would like to tell
Ich bin im Moment noch sehr unschlüssig, ob der Text so funktioniert, also nicht sprachlich, sondern inhaltlich. Ich bin mir zum einen nicht sicher, ob die gewählten Szenen zu flach wirken könnten und zum anderen ob klar ist, was ich überhaupt will.
Ein entsprechendes Feedback dazu würde mich freuen.

An zwei oder drei Stellen glaube ich übrigens, dass ich das progressive anwenden müsste statt des simple present - da habe ich allerdings im Zweifelsfall dem Rhythmus den Vorzug gegeben. Sollte das wirklich gar nicht gehen, muss ich mir wohl noch was anderes ausdenken.
Musikalisch stelle ich mir zur Zeit etwas Langsames, evtl. Balladesques vor, allerdings nicht zu poppig/ schnulzig; ich will eher auf was Melancholisches hinaus, ein wenig düster/ dreckig. So ganz sicher bin ich mir noch nicht.
Episodes
Verse 1:
There's a man walking home all alone
Where no one's waiting for him to come
He had all once, a wife and her love
But that bitch well deserved what she got
There's a girl sitting down in the streets
Begs for money to satisfy her needs
Stays all day, does what she's gotta do
Then goes home, back to Park Avenue
Chorus:
I'd like to tell the stories
Going through my mind
Until I will have told it
Please listen for a while
Verse 2:
There's this woman, she's lying in her bed
The TV's on, the screen lights the flat
She's not watching though, chemical sway
finally makes everything fade away
(Alt.:She's not watching, dazed by chemical sway
Finally everything's fading away)
There's a family, ready to leave
It's all done, nothing's left where they lived
it's the time but they dwell in the hall
Wondering how much they will miss it all
Chorus:
I'd like to tell the stories
Going through my mind
Until I will have told it
Please listen for a while
Bridge:
See, all these glimpses I can give
Are not complete, but say: what is?
Small episodes, I do not rate
Like them or not, now it's too late
(Solo)
Verse 3:
There's a boy, who's breeding at his desk
Staring down at his text, it's a mess
He so desperately yearns to do well
With the stories he would like to tell
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