Tag: ballad

‘Screen Time’ — #Lyrics To A Pop Ballad

I thought maybe these lyrics could go to a dance pop song like “One Kiss,” but it seems like these lyrics might go better with something slower and more melodic. But what do I know, I’m just some rando writing lyrics that will never be produced.

Screen Time
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

it’s the middle of the night
got my phone in my hand
the dark surrounds me like a glove
all I wanna do is give you
screen time

restless as can be
don’t know what I’m going to do

my screen shines in the dark
what I wouldn’t do for a vision of you
filling up the screen in front of me
screen time
screen time
screen time

I get up out of bed
scratch my head fix myself a drink
look down at my phone hoping to see you
when are you going to call I ask myself
a little screen time would be great

you need to filter to make me happy
all I need is your grin shining back at me
would make everything alright in my heart
the darkness would subside with a little
screen time

restless as can be
don’t know what I’m going to do

my screen shines in the dark
what I wouldn’t do for a vision of you
filling up the screen in front of me
screen time
screen time
screen time

[bridge]
my batteries running low
but I’m all charged up
one call from you and I’m on my way
spend rest of the night with you

shouldn’t be this difficult
for a little screen time
what do I have to do
to hear from you

restless as can be
don’t know what I’m going to do

my screen shines in the dark
what I wouldn’t do for a vision of you
filling up the screen in front of me
screen time
screen time
screen time

‘My Little Wood Nymph’ — #Lyrics To A Pop Ballad

No one listens to me. I like this one, though. I have no beat. It’s just a rough draft and I’d need a co-writer and a producer to make it an actual song.

My Little Wood Nymph
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

it was long ago and far away
we lay in bed kissing now and then
I wondered aloud if you were real
you seemed like a figment of my imagination

you were my little wood nymph
you were my little wood nymph
your magic temps me still
you were my little wood nymph

we held hands under the summer sun
it was just we two on the run
nothing could separate us
your smile was enough to make me die
but in the end it was all just a lie

you were my little wood nymph
you were my little wood nymph
your magic temps me still
you were my little wood nymph

[bridge]
you flew away way too young
never got my chance to hear your voice
one last time before all was done
now you’re just a memory of when I was young

you were my little wood nymph
you were my little wood nymph
your magic temps me still
you were my little wood nymph

‘This Is Fine’ — #Lyrics To A Pop Ballad

This is based on the “This is fine” meme. No beat. Just a concept.

This Is Fine
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

we went so well together
but it was all a bunch of lies
leather and lace was our thing
but in the end there was still a sting
the flames of desire are gone
but
this is fine

thought you were the one
finally had sadness on the run

yet now all I do is fret
as fire rages around me
stare out into space and reflect
this is fine
this is fine
this is fine

now all I’ve got is my ire
the wish you may never have another kiss
feel a rush in my face
whenever someone mentions your name
who’s to blame it’s all a shame

wonder where you are now
what woman you’re fooling
if she’s happy as I once was
the truth will come crashing down on her
she’ll find herself in my place
thinking
this is fine

thought you were the one
finally had sadness on the run

yet now all I do is fret
as fire rages around me
stare out into space and reflect
this is fine
this is fine
this is fine

[bridge]
you were mine
we ruled the world together
I felt light as a feather
where do that go
I wanna know

love is as powerful they come
when it’s gone there’s no going back
as the burning house comes crashing down
I drink my coffee and reflect
this is fine, this is fine, this is fine
this is fine, this is fine, this is fine

‘Look My Way’ — Lyrics To A Pop Rock Ballad

I’m pining for a woman who I like but she doesn’t seem in the least bit interested. You know, the usual.

Look My Way
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

all I need all I want
is your time
a little bit of your time
and for you babe
to look my way, look my way
I don’t want to whine
I just want your time
I just want your time
I just want your time

you’re so kind
but I can’t figure you out
what is in your mind
why are you torn up inside
I wish you’d look my way
so I could sway to be my babe

I don’t want to whine
I just want your time
I just want your time
I just want your time

[bridge]
please be mine
let me hear you near me
give me a smile
and maybe let me
touch your thigh

but you’re going to walk away
leaving me only with fears that stay
’cause you won’t give me any of your time
just a moment of it
would be sublime
would be sublime
would be sublime

I just want your time
I just want your time
I just want your time

‘Americans’ — #Lyrics To A Woke Pop Power Ballad

Sting has a great song, “Russians” about the Cold War. These lyrics are about the current political Cold Civil War going on in the United States. Or something. Something like that. I don’t have any beats, so I am simply listening to Russians as I write these lyrics. As always, this is just me venting, relaxing by telling a story in verse.

Americans
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

fake news is spread by the president every day
we’re fighting over texts about secret societie
made in jest, made in jest
why are Americans so divided now I want roar
it all festers without a cure

I just hope that Americans will unite in the end
if we don’t then the dream is over
if we don’t then the dream is over

Americans have to figure out a cure to this fever
find some way for us to have a clue
but if we don’t then it’s the end of our state
we will no longer have God’s good grace
no boo, vote I’m told by my leaders
but the poor still can’t afford heaters

I just hope that Americans will unite in the end
if we don’t then the dream is over
if we don’t then the dream is over

[bridge]
we’re just going to have to wait
until Trump is no longer chief of state
it looks like we’re doomed but I believe
we’ll make it out alive
at least I pray

now take my hand and let us unite
take the good fight to the streets
maybe things will work out
but we’ll never know if we don’t engage
our birthright is at stake I tell you

‘The Wall Is The Wall’ — #Lyrics To A Pop-Rock Ballad

As usual, Trump tweeted something stupid this morning. The turned out dumber than I expect, but it’s just a very rough first draft. Made me feel better to write it.

The Wall Is The Wall
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

I’ve been a loon for years now
president now I spout off on stupid shit
the key to my success has to been my dumb wall
the idea hasn’t change at all
even though it has
the wall is the wall
the wall is the wall

people try to convince me we don’t need a wall
that they don’t make for good neighbors
and there is something that doesn’t like one
but I won’t listen because I never do
you can’t get me to change my mind I never will
the wall is the wall
the wall is the wall
the wall is the wall

when we’re dead from my pushing my big red button
it won’t matter at all
but I have the gaul to push for my damn wall
doesn’t matter if you have a dream
a dream of staying in this great nation
the wall is the wall
the wall is the wall
the wall is the wall

‘Muse’ — #Lyrics To A Pop-Rock Love Ballad

In my imagination, this would be a little bit faster than your typical love balled, but the lyrics would given you an indication of what was up. Or whatever. No one cares. No cares about any of these lyrics. I’m just letting off steam. It’s relaxing to tell stories in verse.

Muse
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

you inspire me it’s true
show me the way with your glow
don’t know what I’d do
without your beauty
you’re my muse
give me fusion power

you’re my muse
bring me to my needs
you’re my muse
the object of my desire
make me want to sing

always just out of grasp
my muse makes me want to gasp
she’s as beautiful as they come
just a glance my way makes me want to run

when I think things are done
and I have lost you for sure
a glimmer of hope sparks my flames
leaving me without anyone to blame

you’re my muse
bring me to my needs
you’re my muse
the object of my desire
make me want to sing

[bridge]
wish you’d come close
leave me with one last wish
you’re always out of reach
with me on your leash

you’re my love
the thing I most desire
love shouldn’t be
something you hire

you’re my muse
bring me to my needs
you’re my muse
the object of my desire
make me want to sing

‘The Lowest White Man’ — #Lyrics To A #Pop-#Rock #Ballad

This would have a Elton John vibe to it. At least, it’s supposed to be structured like a Bernie Taupin song. But I don’t take any lyrics I write too seriously. Just relaxing. Being creative. Better than sleeping.

The Lowest White Man
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

Trump is the lowest of the low
gives lady liberty a body blow every morning
when he tweets his consciousness
he lives in the muck I’m afraid
trying to put fear into the hearts of his foes
but all he does his put them in repose

he’s the lowest white man
he’s in control of the world
has the codes in his small little hands
he’s the lowest white man

his toadies like on the TV screen
empty their spleens as hard as they can
telling us lies as obvious as can be
tell us the moon is made of cheese
and the emperor is fully clothed
but we know he’s the lowest white man
we know he’s the lowest white man

but one day all this will be over
I have to give myself the hope that this is true
otherwise what can I do
maybe one day one day soon
we won’t have the lowest white man in power
he’ll be removed from office by the people
the lowest white man will be gone
the lowest white man will be gone
the lowest white man will be gone

‘Covfefe Rhapsody’ — Lyrics To A Trump Era Power Pop-Rock Ballad

This one is done for no other reason than I think The Mooch is funny and like how is name is similar to a word in Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody. So, with that in mined, here’s a dumb attempt at something like that song.

Covfefe Rhapsody
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

[intro]
it started off as a joke
(we’re not laughing)
it started off as a joke
(we’re not laughing)
now we’re stuck with the Don
he’s set on robbing us all blind
Jimmy ruffed his hair
now we’ve got the silly tyrant with a dead stare
what can we do now
we’ve got a crazy clown with the nuclear codes
run away, run away, run away

[verse 1]
the Republic is being torn asunder
daily news is so frightening
people run and flee
it seems as though we live in anarchy
but there’s little we can do now
but hope Kelly will be regent
save us somehow
we’ve got to get the strength
to make it through this storm
this vortex that the Don has born

[verse 2]
election night was electric
the end had come by electorate
the red wave turned us blue
what to do
what to do
what to do
life will go one somehow
is what they say
but who know now
what to say
the Don didn’t really want victory
anyway

[verse 3]
Scaramucc, Scaramuccn Scaramucc,
can you save this administration from itself
are we doomed to nuclear obliteration
by the man with the little hands
will we awake to see the mushroom in the sky
after a tweet gone awry
while the dear leader was chasing a skirt
hoping to grab her by the cat
’cause he knows where it’s at
just you wait and see, baby
things are going to get worse before they get better
the Russian bear is out of his cave for spring
and winter is far away
Congress doesn’t care
won’t investigate the Don
even on a dare

[verse 4]
but I still have hope
in our great Republic
still think maybe we’re a city on the hill
what we hold dear will
survive, survive, survive
the Don won’t be around forever
we’re going to thrive again
after he’s gone
but the fight will be hard
difficult indeed
but in the end there will be victory

victory
victory
victory
victory

‘Brooklyn’ — Lyrics To A Woke Folk-Pop Ballad

I saw a picture of Eve Peyser of Vice Magazine in her new apartment on Twitter and she said she fits perfectly in a “strange small room” perfectly. Her obvious beauty and wit has inspired me yet again and given that I am _assuming_ that the apartment is in Brooklyn, I decided to write a poem-meant-to-be-sung about the picture. Given that I have Trumplandia on the brain, it’s “woke” as well. But this is meant to be a homage to Simon & Garfunkel’s “America.” Or that song “Budapest.” It’s supposed to tell a story about a place. That’s the goal, at least. This is, as always a first draft. Like “America,” there’s no traditional chorus. Your vocalist would have to figure out where the emphasis would be.

Brooklyn
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

she fits in a strange small room
in her new Brooklyn apartment
perfectly
her broad smile belies
the reign of the mad king
the one we all think about and wince
though for a moment she’s at peace

Brooklyn is the center of it all
her new apartment with its strange small room
the one she fits in so well
leaves us all to pause
to dwell on the meaning of it all

the streets of Brooklyn hum
with the busy people brooding on vice and sin
their voices can be heard to Montreal
maybe in French if they have the gaul

Eve with the raven hair
with her lovely countenance
makes Helen green with envy
it all happens in her new apartment
it all happens in her new apartment
it all happens in her new apartment
the one with the strange small room