4,101

(10 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi peeps,

i guess it is a sad song, it's about a couple [young?] one feels their thing has run it's course [the chorus part...i'd like this part done by a female singer...too shy to ask] and the verses are the male part...or vice versa. the guy finds grass in the girls hair and naturally suspects the girl of cheating, which she may have been, but she wants out of the relationship any-way so there you go!

grass in your hair was the part that started the song off, i had been strumming a few chords, and the line came to me. the rest was a natural progression suggested by that line.

i have put it on my web page [myspace] so please have another look.

thanks for all your great comments

phill

4,102

(7 replies, posted in Poems)

lena!

just when i thought i understood what you were writing about, you changed tack mid poem!

what a terrific piece of writing though, bees, deck of cards...and flamenco dancers not forgetting the nature aspect...

baffling but brilliant

phill

4,103

(4 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi linusguitar.

it's truly funny, as i wrote a new song today that has the same chord progression [in part anyway].

you words are beautiful and well written, with a very emotive theme which seems to be an on-going theme lately. as lena has already said, i'd like to hear it recorded too.

well done

phill

4,104

(10 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Grass in Your Hair.Undefined


[Em] Grass in your [C] hair. [Em] Leaves in the [C] pocket of your [D] coat.


[Em] If I didn't [C] care; [Em] would I take the [C] time to [D] look?


[Em] Your mind's somewhere [C] else. [Em] Your here, but you [C] don't [D] want to be.


[Em] It's plain if you [C] look. [Em] You don't want to [C] spend [D] time with me.




(CHORUS)




[G] We fell [Em] apart. [G] Maybe we [Em] weren't ever [C] meant to be.


[G] We were drifting [Em] along. [G] But something [Em] changed between [C] you and me.


[Am] Maybe it's [D] broke...and it's best if we just throw it [Em] away.




Grass in your hair. A Freudian slip to break the news to me.


Did you meet someone else? Is he the one or the escape from me?


Is there nothing to save? No last gasp of what remains of it.


Has the love we once shared. Dissolved in the ashes of memory.




(REP CHORUS).





Grass in your hair. Would you tell me if I was the cause of it?


Or are you scared, scared of a life with just me in it?


I don't hold you down. Your free to come and go as you want to.


Are you hanging around, till someone better comes to go with you.




(REP CHORUS).




Grass in your hair. Do you need me to ask you what to do?


I know I'm no star. You once thought of me as the one.


Your a long way from here. Your mind's running through a field.


And there `neath the trees, your other lover appears.




(REP CHORUS X 2)




Grass in your hair. I guess I'm the one who lost out.


This is not fair. I'm counting the cost of a broken affair.




by Phill Williams 23rd November 2009.





4,105

(7 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi ark,

just had a listen [left you a message] excellent piece of music, it shows off your skills as a musician, a composer and a master of mood!
it reminds me of a turkish chill-out session, booze and belly dancers!!!! tongue

love it

phill

4,106

(4 replies, posted in Poems)

thanks lena, your a doll.

i enjoyed the poem and the pics. i suppose every town has it's characters and ollie seems to be one in a true sense.

thanks again


phill

4,107

(3 replies, posted in Poems)

hi stran,

i agree with lena, short sharp and to the point, fine work

phill

4,108

(7 replies, posted in Poems)

i would guess there's a story behind this; Ollie Bolger?

you have a great way with words, let's have more.


phill

4,109

(1 replies, posted in Poems)

I haven't written anything in a while, when this suddenly invaded my thoughts. read on

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I may pick-up my guitar.
I might write a little poem, or send my thoughts afar.
I could build a little room
Made of bricks or chewing gum.
I may go out for a walk.
Or maybe not.

Tomorrow is the day that will come next.
It's the day the chicks will up and leave the nest.
Eighteen years and twenty days.
To live with someone else, they say.
Someone that wont be so strict, and such a pest.

Tomorrow I may sit and watch TV.
All the programmes that I would like to see.
But the house will be so still.
Not a sound, or fly to kill.
I will miss my little progeny, I will.

Tomorrow is the day I might expire.
It's a frightening thought, though it's what some might desire.
It could happen any time.
In the middle of a rhyme.
In the bath, or maybe sitting by the fire.

Tomorrow is descending on me fast.
As quickly as a nucleonic blast.
If I live another day, and my rent I have to pay.
If I sell my soul, would the devil sell it back?

Oh dear, it's twelve o`clock..... yikes

Phill Williams. 6th November 2009.

It's not a personal statement, as all my kids left home some time ago, but they still visit every day! I also own my own house, SO NO FEAR OF THE RENT MAN! and I don't fear death striking me down,but it would be nice to be able to watch what I want on TV!

hi lena,

yes i got it right away. it's a shame that there are people out there like that! sorry to say though it's not just the male of the species! i've been accosted a time or two myself, at my gig on saturday for one, dont ask, wont tell. needless to say i came home as pure as i went out.

you poem, as always, tells a story yet you fill it with humour and irony, not as deep as some of your work, and i hope the low-life in question has ears that burn with a fine intensity.

power to the truthfull

phill

4,111

(9 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Hello Mr Ark,

Jobs a gonner, couldn't cut it I'm afraid. loads of work, tons of pressure and little or no rewards, so I told `em to stuff it. Not all bad news though, the new car comes tomorrow....Ourstage? I'm sure I joined up, I'll have to check it out again. Thanks for the thumbs-up, working on a new song with Russ at moment, I think it sounds good, let you know when it's ready.

Mekidsmom,

and thank you for listening. I tend to get a bit rock'n'rolly at times, countryfied at others and sloppy quite a lot. hope to hear more from you on the poetry section.

Phill

4,112

(6 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Hey daddy,

first in with the Christmas songs eh? nice little mention for Rudolf too. I always thought Santa came from the North Pole?

Keep rocking

Phill

4,113

(9 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi guys,

Kenny, no I usually get the words first, but for some reason as I've been strumming lately, riffs and chord sequences have made themselves known and then I've had to struggle with words. I keep a file with crap songs that I've had for about 30 years [no joke] so I just look through until I find a good line from all the dross, then try and make something from it!

no probs daddy, can I help at all?

Russ, if you have an idea for a film, I'd like to be part of it in any way I can. cos if there's someone who can do it...it's you

may the peace of the angels be upon you

Phill

4,114

(9 replies, posted in Songwriting)

This is an example of fitting words to music rather than the other way round. There is sense to the words, which may not be at first apparent...
This song can be found on my web page, click web on the left...

Somethings Aint Easy.Undefined


[RIFF] Somethings, somethings aint easy.


I've told you [Am] before, if you were to [RIFF] go.


Living, living aint easy.


I've told you [Am] before, if you were to [RIFF] go.


I'm [G] tired of the [Gmaj7] night. I've [Am] tired of the [D] lies.


I've [G] held back the [Gmaj7] tears. They wont [Fmaj7] help me this [Am] night.




[RIFF] Sleeping, sleeping aint easy.


I've tried to [Am] before. When you had [RIFF] gone.


Pleading. Beging you baby.


When you came [Am] home. I know I was [RIFF] wrong.


I'm [G] tired of the [Gmaj7] night. I've [Am] tired of the [D] lies.


I've [G] held back the [Gmaj7] tears. They cant [Fmaj7] help me this [Am] night.


(CHORUS).


[C] How can you [G] stand there. [C] How can you [G] smile?


There's [C] pain all around [G] you, and my [Am] tears...





[RIFF] Playing. Playing with someone.


Don't play with my [Am] heart. Don't break my [RIFF] heart.


[RIFF] Sadness. Sadness is easy.


My worlds gone so [Am] dark. Since we've been [RIFF] apart.


I'm [G] tired of the [Gmaj7] night. I've [Am] tried all the [D] lies.


I've [G] let go the [Gmaj7] tears. They won't [Fmaj7] help me [Am] tonight.




(REPEAT CHORUS)


[RIFF]


Somethings aint easy.


Somethings aint easy.


Somethings aint easy.





Words and Music by Phill Williams. 25th October 2009



***[RIFF; D-Asus-Dsus-Asus]***

4,115

(7 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi buvvy,

sad story that's unfortunately fact. after doing their duty for their country their just tossed onto the scrap heap. well written, so when you gonna record it?

phill

4,116

(9 replies, posted in Songwriting)

thanks stransongs and trevor.

glad you liked the new tracks. started the new job today, seems ok so far. minimum wage, someones making a packet, but it aint me. story of my life!

4,117

(10 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi buvvy

i guess the fact that our fighting men are getting a the poopy end of the stick is a central theme here lately.
our soldiers, who risk their lives daily, for our security and safety, deserve all our thanks and all the support that we and our governments can give them.

so from me; THANKS TO ALL OUR ARMED FORCES, PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE.

great song buvvy, keep them coming

phill

4,118

(9 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi ark,

thanks i try and get the vocals done in one go, two at the most, as i seem to lose interest the more i have to repeat. that's the worst part of working on your own; no one to kick you up the jacksie if you start flagging!

bernard cornwell is costing me a fortune...well worth it though, no haven't had the new car yet, but i'm told those nice french people have started making it and it should be with me [hopefully] by the end of the month!

phill

ps. i start a new job tomorrow, so it might be a bit intense for a while, i might be a little absent.

4,119

(5 replies, posted in Poems)

this is a very entertaining piece lena. at first i thought you were talking about ants, but i dont think they come out at night?
then i thought it might be slugs or snails?
i'm confused, but very entertained. how a good poem should leave you...thinking

phill

4,120

(4 replies, posted in Poems)

thanks lena and buvvy,

global warming is a big worry, not so much for this generation, but certainly for the ones that will follow.

the point i'm trying to put across is that; even though this problem is not of our making, we lower classes are just consumers for the products made with little regard for the health and future of this planet or the life forms that infest it! but we are expected to lay down and accept the blame for buying and using said products, regardless of the pollutants and poisons they pump into the air during production.

and all in the cause of "growth" it seems that the businessmen and bankers can get away with murder as long as they keep the "dollars, yen, pounds, euros etc... rolling in. and what do they get out of it? while the rest of the world suffers with recession, no jobs and where there are jobs they pay minimum wage= less food on the table...they continue to cash their bonus cheques.

what's the old saying?  print and be damned. their tenet is "rape the world and be knighted"

sorry for the rant

phill

4,121

(9 replies, posted in Songwriting)

hi y`all,

thanks for the nice comments.

russ,

i wasn't actually advocating revenge, i just put my-self in the position of a man whose wife had been gunned down thoughtlessly. i think in which case i'd want revenge. but i'm a bit of a coward so i might have just sent him a dirty letter, anonymous of course!
kaplah

hi kenny,

john lennon-esque huh? kudos indeed.

yep, myspace allows for 10 songs now, every little helps. by the way, i had 6 weeks of holidays, from work, from wales [and the rain] and from writing! bliss. these were written and recorded after i got back.

hi helena,

the melody and beat normally come at the same time as the words, so i have no physical control over how my songs turn out. in other words i dont know where they come from, maybe i'm a conduit for frustrated song-writer in the afterlife?

phill

4,122

(4 replies, posted in Poems)

This piece came to me today, it's about global warming and asks who is to blame for it. Is it the common people who buy cars, or turn on light bulbs? Or is it the people who make them but wont look for more environmentally friendly alternatives for fear of losing their profits.
The sooner the world comes to realise that the Earth comes before the rich "fat cats" getting richer, the safer the world will be for our children and our children's children.

The World To Life Again.                                   
by Phill Williams.

Sense the atmosphere take a burning change.
Feel my hair  stand on  end.
There is  something here, permeates  the air.
Will we  still be here when it  ends?
Can you  see the sun, can you  feel it's heat?
Is there  more to  life than just  death?
When the  morning comes bring the  world to life.. again.

The hands of time sweep across my face.
As they march through times of change.
The corn will rise and the forest dies.
As all things that man has made.
And the sun will fade as the reapers blade.
Takes the good as it takes the bad.
Will the morning come, bring the world to life....again.

We pride ourselves with our techno-life.
There's a chip for each road we take.
“Your killing the world�  our governments say.
Put us back to the medieval days.
While the sun revolves in it's endless track.
Though pollution has dimmed it's light.
Can the morning bring back the world to life....again?

So tell me this O industrialist.
Who is to blame for this threat?
When the poles all melt and and all that's left.
Are the mountains above the sea.
Make the poor people pay for the mess that you've made.
As you churn out more muck in the air.
And as we humans die, yes you, you and I.
When we're gone, can the world start again?
Can the morning bring back the world to life....again?

12th October 2009.

4,123

(9 replies, posted in Songwriting)

This is a new song I've been working on since I came home from holiday. It's all to do with revenge. I had the old westerns in mind as I wrote it, so it's all about a gun-slinger coming into town to kill the sheriff, but a stray bullet hits the guys wife, and so begins his search for revenge.

Vengeance Will Be Mine.Undefined


[E] If I should cross the road. And [B] find the path I came by.


Would I [A] find my way, would the [B] sun shine on my [E] face?


Cos I [E] guess I lost my way, on the [B] long road through my life time.


And the [A] bad things that I've done, to [B] get me to this [E] place.




CHORUS




And I [A] don't know where I'mgoing.


Got a [B] pistol in my hand.


[A] Look for the face of the [F#m] man I hate.


And when I [B] find him I'll be damned.




[E] If I could rearrange, all the [B] side steps that I made.


Then I could [A] come to terms with the curse I've earned.


And [B] maybe start my life again.


But when he [E] took my love away. It's like he [B] took heart and soul.


And I [A] need to kill just to [B] let me live [E] again.


CHORUS




BRIDGE





[F#m] Someones gotta die. Yes [A] someone's gotta die.


[F#m] If it's me or him, I don't [B] care if he takes my life.




[E] Sometimes on the road, from [B] childhood to the graveyard.


You [A] find the one that will [B] keep you home at [E] night.


Then a gunman comes to town. He's [B] out to kill the lawman.


When the [A] bullets fly and a [A] stray shot hits your [E] wife.


CHORUS






REP BRIDGE X2




[E] I 've been on the road a year. Still my [B] heart aches every night.


And I [A] know inside I will never smile [B] again.


But I've [E] heard he's in this town. And I will [B] try to shoot him down.


[A] Check my gun; God's [B] vengeance will be [E] mine....




REP CHORUS REP BRIDGE X2





Recording to follow.

Words and music by Phill Willimas.  1st October 2009.

4,124

(2 replies, posted in Poems)

thanks jason, just words my friend, just words

phill

4,125

(15 replies, posted in Poems)

hi mekidsmom, and welcome. even if your poetry was absolute rubbish [which it isnt] you would still be welcome here. the more the merrier, and the more you try the better you get!

this is a lovely piece, and yes i thought it was all about that mucky stuff were not allowed to talk about...you know going to the toilet lol

i'm sorry to hear about your little courtney jean, but as my mother used to say "they come for a reason, and they go back to the lord when he calls them" but it still doesnt make it OK to lose a child. so, sympathies and well done for translating your grief into a beautiful heartfelt poem or would it be an ode?

please continue to give us pleasure with your words.

phill