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SpinTunes 20 R1 "Opportunity Knocks'
Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2023 2:26 pm
by BoffoYux
Thread for round 1 lyrics - BYD ran out of time, but might make a shadow on the idea we had that was one long, bad pun.
Re: SpinTunes 20 R1 "Opportunity Knocks'
Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2023 9:13 am
by crumpart
Op Shop
Hot Pink Halo
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Stuck in the past
Living in a cyclorama
Stand still and watch
As your world spins around
You might find
What you’ve lost
Turns into something
Ready to be found
What’s the opportunity cost?
It turns out, not a lot
When you’re out op shop shopping
When you’re out op shopping
Op shopping at the shops
Op shop
It moves quickly now
Living in the fashion fast lane
Searching for that
Sweet hit of dopamine
You might lose
What you need and
Never notice as you
Come apart at the seams
What’s the opportunity cost?
It turns out, not a lot
When you’re out op shop shopping
When you’re out op shopping
Op shopping at the shops
Op shop
They say real beauty is
On the inside
That remains to be seen
Throw us a bone for some
New to you threads
We’ll take a look on our
Brand spanking
X-ray machine
X-ray machine
What’s the opportunity cost?
It turns out, not a lot
When you’re out op shop shopping
When you’re out op shopping
Op shopping at the shops
Op shop
Re: SpinTunes 20 R1 "Opportunity Knocks'
Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2023 9:53 am
by CynicalMonkey
I wrote something based on the prompt but lack the recording ability or chops to of signed up. Just quite like words.
The songs called ‘Bobo’
When chance was just a game we played
Before time upped and flew away
Tap dancing through wishing wells and fountains in the rain.
We slipped and fell a thousand times
Broke the rules crossed all the lines
Words were just the weapons used to camouflage the pain.
Regretful dreams now haunt my sleep
These broken eyes too dry to weep
Merging memories of times we fought with those we kissed
Laid down my lot upon the floor
You don’t come knocking any more
My once waving monkey paw’s now clenched into a fist.
Chorus
What cost to rewrite this end,
I’d pay to gladly start again
The choice’s made, could be undone
The wheels turned could be unspun
The clocks un struck, time to savour
Restock the deck into our favour
This somber sung soliloquy
unanswered opportunities
A faded jaded melody of wistful reminiscing
One last chance to make it right
When I lay down to sleep tonight
Turn back the clock, reset what’s locked, fill in the parts I’m missing
Chorus
One soul, sold to try once more
One chance, knocking at your door
One goal, retread the path I bore
One change, not taken once before
Chorus