The perfect day

This morning the world welcomed me to another warm and beautiful summer’s day. Since I absolutely adore sunny and warm days, it isn’t a huge leap to feel the urge to put down on paper something lyrical about this glorious season. The only problem is, very many people have had the same thought and done it very well so how on earth do I go about writing a beautiful song about summer in a new way?

When having had lyrics evaluated, I’ve learned that originality and new ways of writing about an old, well known subject is something that gives the lyrics higher rating. Somehow fortunately, this is one area where I tend to do well. I never consciously set out to be different, but somehow my lyrics seem to end up a bit outside the box. Still, I can’t see how I could write a summer song in an original way.

Therefore, I have decided to give myself a challenge through a little exercise I use and while I’m at it I decided to share the process with you. I will write down a very typical four-line verse and then try to rewrite the same verse three times, to see if I can make it appear original in some shape or form.

OK, what do I want to say;

The perfect day
The seagulls woke me at 5 AM.
Not one cloud, could be seen in the sky.
The scent of the lilacs filled the air.
It was hazy, very warm and dry.

Well, I hadn’t prepared this. I am writing “live” so to speak, and I have now changed my mind. I don’t want to change the first verse at this moment in time, instead I will change the exercise and try and write a simple summer song about simple things. Therefore, I will now continue with verse two.

The kettle had boiled, I’d fed the cats,
I took my cup and a book outside.
The sound of the early morning train,
echoed softly down the street and died.

I will wait a while with the chorus and go straight to the next verse. But before I do I need to decide whether to stay in the small timeframe of this perfect morning or make the timeframe bigger to make room for a verse about the afternoon. My only reason for wanting to step into the afternoon is because I have a sentence about ice cream I really would like to finally use, but if I write about ice cream in a time frame only including breakfast, most people will find it strange and that is not the kind of “original” I’m after.
So, I took a five-minute break and while doing so the chorus decided to present itself in my mind. So here is the chorus;

Chorus
It was a perfect day!
Filled with wonders and sensations
of a special kind.
A perfect day!
One where nothing bad could reach me,
it was left behind.
A perfect day!
One to keep inside my memory
and easy to find.
It was a perfect day!

 

Thanks to letting the chorus talk about the day and not only the morning, I can now happily move on to the afternoon.

To cool off I took my dog swimming.
Met some strangers and talked for a while.
Then a friend turned up on the door step.
With fresh strawberries, cream and a smile.

Sometimes you don’t know what works before you try it out. My fancy sentence about ice-cram didn’t work at all, so now I can let that one go. I will give this perfect day an ending in a fourth verse and then we’ll see if it all works.

The warmth of the sun never left us.
The day I never wanted to end.
A cool glass of wine made it perfect.
A good day among pets and a friend.

I think I leave it there for now. I will ponder over the need of a bridge in the lyric at some point. This wasn’t my normal way to write a blog, but I went with the flow and showed you one of my methods when writing song lyrics. I assume it is safe to say it hardly ever goes as planned. I will collect all the pieces now to be able to look at it as a whole.

The perfect day
The seagulls woke me at 5 AM.
Not one cloud, could be seen in the sky.
The scent of the lilacs filled the air.
It was hazy, very warm and dry.

The kettle had boiled, I’d fed the cats,
I took my cup and a book outside.
The sound of the early morning train,
echoed softly down the street and died.

Chorus
It was a perfect day!
Filled with wonders and sensations
of a special kind.
A perfect day!
One where nothing bad could reach me,
it was left behind.
A perfect day!
One to keep inside my memory
and easy to find.
It was a perfect day!

To cool off I took my dog swimming.
Met some strangers and talked for a while.
Then a friend turned up on the door step.
With fresh strawberries, cream and a smile.

The warmth of the sun never left us.
The day I never wanted to end.
A cool glass of wine made it perfect.
A good day among pets and a friend.

Chorus
©2018 Åsa Sandberg

Well, the end result may not be original in any shape or form, but it was a good writing exercise on a day that has been the most beautiful day of the year so far.

Take care until next time and Happy Writing!
Åsa

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