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This is what happens when I listen to cheesy dance music all day at work:

It’s another attempt at a song! Woooooo.

 

Coming through the speakers

It floods my synapses,
a substitute for substances.
Busy traveling, traveling.
My blues unraveling, unraveling
A stimulant, the strings and beat.
And I can feel it.
I can feel it
Pumping those chemicals, chemicals
Pumping those chemicals through.

One by one you pluck those strings
It’s a salve for boredom, for pains.
Vibrations, my heart-beat fickle
Oh my legs, how they tremble, they tremble

And I can feel it
I can feel it
Pumping those chemicals, chemicals
Pumping those chemicals through.
Involuntarily tapping toes, shoulders sway,
leading hips to do what they may

Man-made, fully organic, fully orgasmic
Secreted into spaces
adding blushes to faces.
Bleeding into vessels, absorbing into cells.
It’s the feeling in your gut as the music swells.
It’s a drug, the strings and beat,
Complementary, adding to the heat.
And I feel it.
I can feel it
Pumping those chemicals, chemicals
Pumping those chemicals, chemicals
Pumping those chemicals, chemicals
Pumping those chemicals through.

 

A taste for the taste

This is one of many attempts to write some lyrics for a friend of mine.  For some reason it’s really been a bear.  This is the closest I’ve come to something I can work with.  It’s rather heavy for a song, so I’m currently working on paring it down.  Comments/ advice would be appreciated.  (I’ve really very little experience with lyric format.)
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A taste for the taste
I belong in these woods
Fog-ridden and wan,
Lost amidst the limbs of night come and gone.
So alone the trees sway, creaking
But not speaking, not speaking to me.
No, It’s the liquid that burns,
Turns heads and loosens tongues,
Cleaves skin to skin
Abhors the sun above.
A taste for the taste,
a desire the craving that won’t fade,
Walking with the dark side of me.
So often this situation commences
with unassuming innocent intents
but it takes a turn, slip-shod and fuzzy,
while busy saying no regrets.
My breath a plume of narcotic stale cigarettes
I’m watching the world dance drunken minuets.

I can’t remember what I ingested but
I find my mind infested
with half-formed conversations,
Cloying sweet temptations,
consummated with indolent gyrations.

Sometimes there’s blood,
or a fire, or a flood-
A deluge of drink to wallow in.
To drown, forget and flounder,
All those nights I can’t remember
Bordered by a stark wood and choppy sea,
Kept in company with the dark side of me

Dancing through the dusk, stumbling through the dawn
These woods I travel through and beyond
I leave you amidst the remnants of revelry
On lips a taste not so easy to forget
The breath on my cheek a burning caress.

In these woods I belong,
Fuzzy-headed, fog-ridden and wan
Lost amidst the limbs of night come and gone.
So alone these trees sway, creaking
But not speaking, not speaking to me.
No, It’s the liquid that burns,
Turns heads and loosens tongues,
Cleaves skin to skin
Abhors the sun above.
A taste for the taste,
a desire the craving that won’t fade.

I’m left walking with the dark side of me.

Good company

I don’t want to call you mine

I just want to spend a little time

With you,

Oh with you.

We can find something to amuse ourselves

If only for a spell.

‘Cause I’m not talking forever here,

(No strings waiting to ensnare)

Just a little attention to spare,

So darling don’t you fear.

I don’t want anything more than your company

On occasion to keep me from getting lonely.

A little warmth for the bones in winter,

A little thrill to keep me from growing too bitter

I don’t need you baby,

Nor you me,

But gee, you make such great company.

I don’t want to call you mine

I just want to spend a little time

With you,

Oh with you.

I don’t want anything more than to have you with me

On occasion to remind me how comfy living can be.

A little tenderness for us to conjure,

A little surrender to help me see clearer.

We can find a way to bemuse ourselves

If only for a spell.

Since I’m not talking forever here,

There are no strings waiting to ensnare.

I just want a little attention to spare,

So relax my darling, don’t you fear.

I don’t want to call you mine

I just want to spend a little time

With you,

Oh with you.

I don’t need you baby,

Nor you me,

But gee, you make such great company.