Want to listen to my horrible singing? Well, here ya go! (Well, assuming this embed code thing I'm about to try actually works.)
^If the above actually worked, you should be able to listen to my horrible, horrible vocaroo recording. Yes, that's my voice. Yes, I have absolutely no musicality. I'm sorry, it's the best I'm going to get. I messed up a couple of times (particularly the pause before the bridge) really, really badly and the song's impossible for someone as untalented as me to get right. You can't hear all the lyrics (particularly since I flubbed some of the lines), so have the written version below:
(Intro beats)
[v1]
Well you're afraid of life,
But you're afraid of death,
(You're) too scared to fight,
'Least 'til nothing's left.
Well you want to live,
But you don't know how,
You're a broken kid,
Wants to stand right now.
[prechorus]
You gather your strength once again...
And it falls apart as a wreck...
[chorus]
Cold feet, (when it) comes to tryin',
Cold feet, afraid of cryin',
Cold feet, better than fryin',
So ya admit defeat, resort to lyin'...
[v2]
You put up a show,
You pretend you're strong,
Yet you barely know
(How) things (have) been wrong.
Well you know you're hurt,
But you can't say why.
You can never be sure,
But you've set your sights.
[prechorus]
You gather your strength once again...
And it falls apart as a wreck...
[chorus]
Cold feet, (when it) comes to tryin',
Cold feet, afraid of cryin',
Cold feet, better than fryin',
So ya admit defeat, resort to lyin'...
[bridge]
Call yourself a coward...
Maybe just a fool...
Say you have power...
Hope life's yours to rule...
[chorus x2]
Cold feet, (when it) comes to tryin',
Cold feet, afraid of cryin',
Cold feet, better than fryin',
So ya admit defeat, resort to lyin'...
Cold feet, (when it) comes to tryin',
Cold feet, afraid of cryin',
Cold feet, better than fryin',
So ya admit defeat, resort to lyin'...
(Fade out)
(In hindsight, the third line of the bridge may need an extra word, 'some' before 'power', but oh, well.)
If I actually could sing and keep the tune consistent in my head, there'd be a nice song there. Since I'm not, since I'm a horrible singer, well, it will just remain good in my head and have flashes of that intention show to anyone who bothers to listen. There's a reason my band name is "Untalented Stupid Young Fool". Which this one would be a song from. (You can tell I'm a percussionist, obviously. Those beats throughout the song were claps, representing pieces of the tune. Sometimes the guitar, sometimes the drums, basically, whichever instrument would be most dominant at the time.)
Oh, well. At least it felt good.
(Intro beats)
[v1]
Well you're afraid of life,
But you're afraid of death,
(You're) too scared to fight,
'Least 'til nothing's left.
Well you want to live,
But you don't know how,
You're a broken kid,
Wants to stand right now.
[prechorus]
You gather your strength once again...
And it falls apart as a wreck...
[chorus]
Cold feet, (when it) comes to tryin',
Cold feet, afraid of cryin',
Cold feet, better than fryin',
So ya admit defeat, resort to lyin'...
[v2]
You put up a show,
You pretend you're strong,
Yet you barely know
(How) things (have) been wrong.
Well you know you're hurt,
But you can't say why.
You can never be sure,
But you've set your sights.
[prechorus]
You gather your strength once again...
And it falls apart as a wreck...
[chorus]
Cold feet, (when it) comes to tryin',
Cold feet, afraid of cryin',
Cold feet, better than fryin',
So ya admit defeat, resort to lyin'...
[bridge]
Call yourself a coward...
Maybe just a fool...
Say you have power...
Hope life's yours to rule...
[chorus x2]
Cold feet, (when it) comes to tryin',
Cold feet, afraid of cryin',
Cold feet, better than fryin',
So ya admit defeat, resort to lyin'...
Cold feet, (when it) comes to tryin',
Cold feet, afraid of cryin',
Cold feet, better than fryin',
So ya admit defeat, resort to lyin'...
(Fade out)
(In hindsight, the third line of the bridge may need an extra word, 'some' before 'power', but oh, well.)
If I actually could sing and keep the tune consistent in my head, there'd be a nice song there. Since I'm not, since I'm a horrible singer, well, it will just remain good in my head and have flashes of that intention show to anyone who bothers to listen. There's a reason my band name is "Untalented Stupid Young Fool". Which this one would be a song from. (You can tell I'm a percussionist, obviously. Those beats throughout the song were claps, representing pieces of the tune. Sometimes the guitar, sometimes the drums, basically, whichever instrument would be most dominant at the time.)
Oh, well. At least it felt good.
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