4. bubbles in the park

This is my first attempt ever at writing song lyrics. I don’t think the concept is right. It’s impersonal, the metaphor never grounds itself. It’s not relatable. Let me know if the rhythm helps or hinders you carrying the image throughout it. 


Remember when
Remember when 

Bubbles in the park 
Used to be enough
Used to be enough
Bubbles in the park 

Their winding circular shapes
Spinning us around
Spinning us around
(We were always so high
so high we were)
Spinning us around
Spinning us around

Flying so high
Hoping we could touch the sky
Never looking down 
Never knowing where we’re going 
Spinning all around
Spinning all around 

Couldn’t see
What couldn’t be
Known
How to know what you don’t know
The poets never knew 
The lovers never told 

Spinning all around
Tried to show you the waaaaayy
But you spun me all around 

Never looking down 
Never looking down 
How to know what you don’t know 
The POETS NEVER KNEEEeEEWWWw. 
The LOVERS SWORE THEY WOULDN’T TELLLLLLLL.

Spinning all around 
Spinning up and down 
Never knowing the air is what we flew 
Couldn’t see we were the sky
Couldn’t touch what you areeeeee

How to know what you don’t know 
We’ll never knooOOOOowwww



This is so bad. But I laughed the whole time I wrote it and sometimes that’s all that matters. 


I feel like I could continue to workshop it into a ‘Colors of the Wind’ type of song (from Pocahontas). But I probably won’t. I’ll probably just let this one go. 

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