I havent written lyrics in a while, and ill get around to putting them on this electronic stuff ive been making, but im not there yet, im still figuring out what im doing lol.
But I loved writing lyrics for my mostly instrumental witchcraft doom band, because the vibe was so clear and strong that there were positive limits on the kinds of lyrics that would work. So it wasn’t like having to pick from infinite options, I knew they’d be bleak and occulty. That really helps narrow it down.
I’ve always really appreciated audacity in art - writing, music, everything. Often my way in to lyrics starts with an idea that feels so dumb it would be ridiculous to write a song about it, like omg lol that is such a compellingly stupid idea. I feel animated about it so I’m thinking about it a lot and finding actual substance under the audaciously stupid idea - why does this combination of things actually feel potent?
Once im thinking about it a lot, then I start writing down phrases and kicking around ways to make them alliterative and/or rhythmically compelling and/or rhyming. Eventually ive got enough that I just connect the pieces.
Like when Sunbather by Deafheaven came out and I was obsessed with it, I was reading the book of the new sun by gene wolfe and I was like, what if I was just screaming like George from Deafheaven about what it’s like living in this dense, weird sci-fi. Thinking about it, came up with an opening line i still really like, “Someday soon, the sun will die.” The Alliteration in contrast to the hopelessness work together really well. My friend Emily sang it. The last five minutes (of a fifteen minute song) were the part with me screaming lol.
We did another song where the lyrics started with the dumb concept “herbal time travel.” I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was hanging out with witches, little bottles of herbs and sticks and berries and stuff everywhere, and I started thinking about them and why a woman would need to figure out how to use herbs to travel in time.
This is self-indulgent but im just gonna write out the whole song, because these are probably my favorite lyrics ive written, I think they came out great.
Cramp Bark, Oatstraw, Rose Hips, Blood
Little blue bottles pile up at the edges of the stairs
Calendula, lemonbalm, lavender tangled in her hair
She read somewhere that there’s a ratio of herbs that mixes with your blood and you become unstuck in time
A tincture and a rhyme
Sixteen years six months and seven days ago
She needs not have met you
I’m surprised at how vulnerable it feels to write this out! D: Idk Ive written a whole lot of prose in my life but despite an English degree and a lot of friends trying to explain it to me a lot of times, I just legit, like, dont get poetry, so I couldn’t really look there for inspiration. But somehow with lyrics I stumbled onto a thing that works for me. Anyway thanks for reading my stoned navel-gazing lol. Im kind of obsessed with this thread, I really appreciate everyone here writing this stuff up 