To kick things off, I've decided to post a few songs I wrote in my original blog (which I will abandon because it is in Hebrew and I want to try the English approach).
Thankfully enough, I usually do my literary writing in English, so no translation was necessary. I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labour as much as I did writing them... or more.
An interesting point, though: While a great part of the songs are my own fault, some of them actually wrote themselves in part, and as such I take no responsibility for them... Which is to say, I don't even remotely like some of the lines in my OWN songs... Go figure.
The first song is my "popiest" creation, I think, which is not a genre I usually dab in, but occasionally things can go wrong - for one, what the hell was I thinking naming the song as I did?
Love of Song \ Omer Hertz
Oh brother, the song remains the same,
Oh mother, I don't know how it came,
Oh father, the words keep spilling out,
Oh sister, no place in me for doubt.
The day it came, the day it brought,
A sunshine – and a lover's thought,
I'll drink to never-ending care like this.
But broken up and tilted down,
The way it seemed to go around,
No solace in the dreams I dream of you.
So singing clears my head anew,
No jumble, nor the noises too,
The song remains the same,
But I am different.
And what I felt, and what I knew,
The seem to bind themselves anew,
But that's okay, my love,
I will not hold back.
Love me like a wind in storm,
A power from the great beyond,
And keep the rhyming running in my mind.
Its worth to have all loves,
Its worth to hear all songs,
Its worth to stick around,
The disbelief is gone.
Wait for me,
Where the rainbow meets –
The water.
'Cause… the song remains the same,
And I don't know how it came,
Yes, the words keep spilling out,
And there's no place in me…
For doubt.
This next song I wrote because I had the title deeply imprinted in my mind for some time and decided to get rid of it:
Romantic In A Different Way / Omer Hertz
When she cried on my breast
I thought I would shatter
It's been so long since the last time I cried
I guess I'm just romantic in a different way
When the sun came up the morning after
I knew it was all for nothing
I could not stop her from saying 'goodbye'
I guess I'm just romantic in a different way
When I sailed in my long boat
On a sea so white and blue
I've tried telling myself I had tried
I guess I'm just romantic in a different way
But the fact of the matter remains the same
I did not do it all, or tried my best
I was caught up, thrown up, washed onto the shore
I guess I'm just romantic in a different way
But then again I wonder why
Why crying is a sentiment so high
Why goodbyes are forever and hellos are for naught
I guess I'm just romantic in a different way
So sail on, my boy, sail on
You will never know if she will meet you on the shore
Not until you're there and you can look for yourself
I guess I'm just romantic in a different way.
This last one I like the best, actually, though perhaps it is not my best work ever - the thing is, it tells a subtle story which I like about it. See if you can guess the story:
Darlin' \ Omer Hertz
Oh darlin', the song doesn't matter,
It beckons me back, but I ain't biting.
Piano chords and guitar break the night,
But the jigsaw in my mind keeps humming.
And it rained hard when you fell from the sky,
But to tell you the truth -
I wasn't around.
Cigarette smoke torches my throat,
I bark out lyrics like there's no tomorrow.
And you signal me with a hand and a kiss,
But forget it, pretty, it ain't gonna change.
And it rained even harder when you washed on the tarmac,
Like flotsam, jetsam, you call it what you like -
But I'm asking you, darlin',
Who gives a fuck?
Oh darlin', I forgot about music,
It's all about the voices and the laughter and the cries,
But then again I've fallen to old habits,
Sweatin', near faintin', under tall neon lights.
And you lay there broken, in a pool of your life,
Sipping away like I'm snorting my white -
But hey, then again, I don't know why,
I feel all this pity in the hole in my side,
And then again, darlin', that's what I like.
So the instruments are ripping through my mind like a drug,
I'm drowned in the sound of my own cries.
To hell with world and all that are down,
You better believe me, the music is gone.
Lift up, my baby; shake a fist at the clouds,
There's nothing like death to make the blood run wild -
So sear on, angel, I'm quitting the act,
This song is all broken, twisted and crank.
Goodbye, my poor darlin',
You've just had no luck.
Well, that's it for the first time. The next time I'm around we'll really get down to business.
