W. Randy Hoffman (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mrgoodwraith) wrote,@ 2008-04-09 13:42:00 |
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New song: "They Can't Find You"
Put in a lot of thought about the songwriting contest and what kind of angle to take to get a song that would be a good fit. It occurred to me that very seldom have I ever had a nightmare that did not have a visual component to it; unlike the hapless victims in many horror films, I'm never pursued in the dark in my dreams by something I can't see.
"They Can't Find You"
Lyrics and music written 4/4-5/08, ©2008 W. Randy Hoffman
First place, "Nightmares in the Dark" Songwriting Contest at FKO 18
One night I had peculiar dreams intended to inspire screams
But it was as if someone had pulled the plugs
I could sense a lot of blundering but couldn't see a blessed thing
No brutal beasts, no bloodstains, and no bugs
Somewhere a vampire changed its form and launched into the air
But the shape it chose was not the norm and it didn't stay up there
See, fruit bats have no sonar -- it bounced off of pillared peaks
I heard muffled cursing Transylvanian squeaks
Chorus:
When nightmares have no light at all, they just don't work so well
It becomes a little harder to get scared
Plus nightmare monsters have bad taste -- and hearing, touch, and smell
Pitch black's not something for which they're prepared
They're supposed to hunt in dead of night, but that isn't strictly true
They need a glow, a glimmer, or a spark
Gotta be a hint of something dim besides just you
For nightmares to find you in the dark
In the midst of all that inky black, a werewolf set upon my track
But with no moon to guide could not get warm
With snap and crackle, howl and pop, it fell upon my tackle box
Which, as is its habit, bit him in the arm
A mummy needs no eyes, you'd think, for being tombed and dead
But it needs a golden prize's glint to know which way to head
It reached and grabbed a gilded clasp with a heavy vengeance wish
That the moths inside that locker found delish
Chorus
And so it went all through the night; 'twas not exactly full of fright
Though the creature in my closet burst the door
It tripped over the kitchen chairs and fell right down the basement stairs
The vet hospital had to mop it off the floor
Now the nightmare planet's toughest coots are humans at their tasks
I'm speaking of the ones in suits, not the ones in hockey masks
They couldn't read their speeches, push the buttons, fire at range
They had to listen to each other for a change
Final chorus:
When nightmares have no light at all, they just don't work so well
It becomes a little harder to get scared
Plus nightmare people have bad taste -- and hearing, touch, and smell
Pitch black's not something for which they're prepared
They're supposed to thrive in dead of night, on lands, in skies and seas
But they need heat to draw a target mark
Gotta be a hint of something dim besides ideas
For nightmares to hit you in the dark
THE END
Put in a lot of thought about the songwriting contest and what kind of angle to take to get a song that would be a good fit. It occurred to me that very seldom have I ever had a nightmare that did not have a visual component to it; unlike the hapless victims in many horror films, I'm never pursued in the dark in my dreams by something I can't see.
"They Can't Find You"
Lyrics and music written 4/4-5/08, ©2008 W. Randy Hoffman
First place, "Nightmares in the Dark" Songwriting Contest at FKO 18
One night I had peculiar dreams intended to inspire screams
But it was as if someone had pulled the plugs
I could sense a lot of blundering but couldn't see a blessed thing
No brutal beasts, no bloodstains, and no bugs
Somewhere a vampire changed its form and launched into the air
But the shape it chose was not the norm and it didn't stay up there
See, fruit bats have no sonar -- it bounced off of pillared peaks
I heard muffled cursing Transylvanian squeaks
Chorus:
When nightmares have no light at all, they just don't work so well
It becomes a little harder to get scared
Plus nightmare monsters have bad taste -- and hearing, touch, and smell
Pitch black's not something for which they're prepared
They're supposed to hunt in dead of night, but that isn't strictly true
They need a glow, a glimmer, or a spark
Gotta be a hint of something dim besides just you
For nightmares to find you in the dark
In the midst of all that inky black, a werewolf set upon my track
But with no moon to guide could not get warm
With snap and crackle, howl and pop, it fell upon my tackle box
Which, as is its habit, bit him in the arm
A mummy needs no eyes, you'd think, for being tombed and dead
But it needs a golden prize's glint to know which way to head
It reached and grabbed a gilded clasp with a heavy vengeance wish
That the moths inside that locker found delish
Chorus
And so it went all through the night; 'twas not exactly full of fright
Though the creature in my closet burst the door
It tripped over the kitchen chairs and fell right down the basement stairs
The vet hospital had to mop it off the floor
Now the nightmare planet's toughest coots are humans at their tasks
I'm speaking of the ones in suits, not the ones in hockey masks
They couldn't read their speeches, push the buttons, fire at range
They had to listen to each other for a change
Final chorus:
When nightmares have no light at all, they just don't work so well
It becomes a little harder to get scared
Plus nightmare people have bad taste -- and hearing, touch, and smell
Pitch black's not something for which they're prepared
They're supposed to thrive in dead of night, on lands, in skies and seas
But they need heat to draw a target mark
Gotta be a hint of something dim besides ideas
For nightmares to hit you in the dark
THE END
