Hey everyone! I wanted to ask for some help with a title for a song (music/lyrics) I've written. I cannot think of anything remotely creative, so any and all suggestions are helpful.
As for some backgroud into the song, I was inspired by the current food shortage crisis going on in Haiti. For more info, go to the Misson Network News site
Here are the lyrics:
(Intro-instrumental)
(v.1)
Oh, the irony of peace is
That for it there is war
History repeats
And peace comes by the sword
Knights and kings have fought them
And soldiers armed in ranks
But who'll cry for the child
Left on the bloody banks
(chorus)
These repetitious words
Keep playing in my mind
That all we've left
Is wasted time
These repetitious words
Keep reeling in my head
That all we've got
Are hearts made of lead
(v.2)
Oh, the irony of hate is
That you can't comprehend
The amount of pain you feel
Oh, once you get revenge
Gangs and mobs have done it
And policemen armed in ranks
But who'll cry for the child
Buried on the banks
(Bridge-instrumental)
(Outro)
Stand up and FIGHT---
For the helpless child
Who can't fight for himself
Stand up and fight
Before the innocent
Are left beyond our help
....
These repetitious words
Keep playing in my mind
That all we've left
Is a little bit of time...
"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." - Robert Fulghum
"'Life is not a journey to the grave with the
intention of arriving safely in a pretty
and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in broadside,
thoroughly used up,
totally worn out,
and loudly proclaiming,
"WOW! What a ride!"'
As for some backgroud into the song, I was inspired by the current food shortage crisis going on in Haiti. For more info, go to the Misson Network News site
Here are the lyrics:
(Intro-instrumental)
(v.1)
Oh, the irony of peace is
That for it there is war
History repeats
And peace comes by the sword
Knights and kings have fought them
And soldiers armed in ranks
But who'll cry for the child
Left on the bloody banks
(chorus)
These repetitious words
Keep playing in my mind
That all we've left
Is wasted time
These repetitious words
Keep reeling in my head
That all we've got
Are hearts made of lead
(v.2)
Oh, the irony of hate is
That you can't comprehend
The amount of pain you feel
Oh, once you get revenge
Gangs and mobs have done it
And policemen armed in ranks
But who'll cry for the child
Buried on the banks
(Bridge-instrumental)
(Outro)
Stand up and FIGHT---
For the helpless child
Who can't fight for himself
Stand up and fight
Before the innocent
Are left beyond our help
....
These repetitious words
Keep playing in my mind
That all we've left
Is a little bit of time...