lichenthroat wrote:Do we start at Glacier Point, Or where the river joins Up with the creek from Mirror Lake? Can we get all the way To Mount Clark in four days, Without having our feet ache?
Heh. I submitted "Glacier" as my title because my wife and son and I were just about to leave for nine days of hiking in GNP and I thought the word gave a writer a lot of different ways to go. Who would have thought there would be another song that perfectly fits my suggestion? When I click, it tells me the attachment doesn't exist any more - looking forward to hearing this!
Milo wrote:Heh. I submitted "Glacier" as my title because my wife and son and I were just about to leave for nine days of hiking in GNP and I thought the word gave a writer a lot of different ways to go. Who would have thought there would be another song that perfectly fits my suggestion?
And I submitted "Sweetest Trails"! The circle of life is complete.
Also I saw this news article about a glacier today that I would totally have used for inspiration if it wasn't several days too late.
Doot do doo, sorry I missed that folks were posting their entries here!
I received the title "Not Sorry," and two optional challenges which I promptly ignored. (Not) sorry!
https://songfight.net/forums/download/file.php?id=1050 NOT SORRY - MICAH SOMMERSMITH I’m not sorry for the times I interrupt To explain why your ideas are the worst I’m not sorry when I restate your opinions Pretending that I opined them first I’m not sorry for labeling you abrasive or shrill Just for trying to sound like me Or else dismissing you with gentle condescension, For that I’m also not sorry.
I’m not sorry for the toxic office culture Telling you you need to take a seat I’m not sorry for my fellow corporate vultures Who look at you like just a piece a meat I’m not sorry for the fact that being male Beats out a PhD For an environment in which you’re doomed to fail You best believe I’m not sorry.
But you say sorry in your email reminding me That my reports are a week behind The smallest request, you preface nonetheless With “Sorry, if you don’t mind.” And when the wheels of civilized conversation Just seem to need some grease You do what considerate people do: You go ahead and say sorry.
Now the journalists and bloggers and the corporate consultants Say you’re the one with whom the problem lies You see you can’t say “Sorry” and you can’t say “Just” And you’ve gotta fix that vocal fry But when you realize no matter what you do That you just can’t yourself free Well maybe the problem doesn’t lie with you Maybe the problem’s with me
But I’m not sorry for the ways I sabotage you And then tell you that you’re to blame I’m not sorry at all for whatever you’d call This sick, sadistic game See I made the rules, so I know that you’ll lose And that’s how it’ll always be While I sit alone atop my manly throne You’ll never hear me say sorry No, no, no I don’t have to be sorry, oh no So you’ll never hear me say sorry
lichenthroat wrote:I feel like I learned a lot with this song
LT, I've been AWOL from Songfight for a bit recently, so I'm sure I've missed some of your more recent songs, but this is far and away the best song of yours I've heard. Your delivery is confident, your rapid-fire verse lyrics are great, you've got a catchy chorus melody, and your arrangement is in fine form (I love the drums under the chorus, and the instrumental melody under the verses).
"you did a skillful job pulling off the sexy" - RangerDenni
Arrowroot was a knight banned from the round table Highly gluten intolerant, his body was not able To process his daily bread and his daily beer Deadly gasses passing out, thru his armored rear
The damsels called him Tootsalot, the butt of every joke The courtiers made farting sounds, every time he spoke The other knights said "You can't charge, always stay downwind" Even stinky beggar folk would laugh and point at him
Arrowroot felt sad and hurt, which sapped his will to fight Captured by some cannibals, they thought they'd roast the knight They built a roaring fire, and tied him to a spit His gasses were explosive, blew the cannibals to bits
Arrowroot's a mighty hero, so he's changed his meals He cut out wheat, drinks water, and he checks out how he feels He always eats a loaf of bread before entering cannibal lands What seems like weakness can be strength, Arrowroot understands