When we were teens, my friends and I wanted to form a band and I wrote a few songs but I only remember the title of one "You Went Away". I have the music somewhere....

I think all moms make up songs to our babies- I did, a variation / extension of the Hush little baby song. One of my boys used to 'write' & make up songs when he was 3 or 4. I'd ask him, "Where did you hear that?" And he'd say, "I just made it up." Brilliant. Taught himself guitar now.

Yesterday I made up some lyrics to Taps.

My dad and I made a song up while waiting for the school bus (more than 20 years ago) that goes to the tune of the old "Orkin" commercials (the Orkin Army). Call the Akward Army, two left feet Marchin' 'round in circles, we repeat Call the Akward Army, two left feet Marchin' round in circles, on our toes Chasin' boogers up our nose

a whole bunch- I used to be in a tween band- ugh don't get me started. *twitch twitch* The one I keenly remember is one where the chorus is like I guess I thought wrong figured all along you would stick with me and not hide under that tree lol- how can someone hide under a tree? I dk wut in heck I was thinking

I used to write really dirgy type protest songs, One was called 'Many years After' I cannot read music very well so I just have to sing it to my own tune Many years have passed us by since they dropped the bomb, The span of time has not helped much, cos all the folk have gone Oh why when the marchers protested , didnt they listen to us, instead they pressed the button, and the whole damn world went bust :) An arguement, an accident I cannot say for why, but still i say it was not right, for all those folk to die. EDIT Sorry have just remembered some more of it so added it to the verse

I have a folder of about 300 song lyrics. Most of them suck, so I don't use them for anything, but there are a few that aren't horrible. I believe I used one called "The Alleyway Is My Second Home, But I'm Not There Yet" for my crappy middle school emo band called xAnythingxButxThatxOnex; it's probably somewhere in that huge file folder.

It's a slightly sad/romantic song called, "An Angel Fell For You". Though, I don't think many people would understand it and I'm not much up for criticism on something as personal as that so I won't be posting it here. lol

I wrote a love song for my girlfriend called Angel with wings

In the hippie days we made up this tune. Stop the madness get back to the groove Get away from the man He only offers a scam Those cats in suits and ties Doin everything on the sly. Stop the madness get back to the groove Just peace man and groove Thats all we need We got nothin to prove On corporate greed we do not feed

i have a folder of about 6 songs and i wanna be a song writer

Just Sending this song i made up (It is NOTTTT based on real life) tell me wat ya think Confused Ohh yeahh uh uh yeah I know you wanted it to be this way (way, way, way) But i gotta follow you, And i gotta find out, How to handle the game...this way {course} I am so confused And i just don't know what to do Will i give a kiss? Will I say goodbye and leave? Oh I don't know what to do... 'Cuz i am so confused Some of us change in a moment, (In A mommment) (In a moment) But others take lots of time. (AND YOU!!) (AND YOU!!) I just don't know!!!!! because.. {course} I am so confused And i just don't know what to do Will i give a kiss? Will I say goodbye and leave? Oh I don't know what to do... 'Cuz i am so confused ' Cuz I am so confused oh oh yeahhh So wa ya think

This one: copyright 2008 by yours truly Sandcastles My hands scoop the sand, building walls. Forming shapes, unknown to any. Fast as they form, they sink below. And dissolve into nothing. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, The walls are sinking fast. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, Looking ahead, not into the past. The grains cling, to fingers and palms. Knowing what will be their fate. As they grow, come into view, What’s beneath the surface draws them down. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, The walls are sinking fast. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, Looking ahead, not into the past. My hands fly, building a mound. Hoping this will help. Building on an unstable surface, All my work is for naught. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, The walls are sinking fast. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, Looking ahead, not into the past. All I need is one person’s hand, To pull me from the mire. With help, I can again be strong, And build my fort in peace. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, The walls are sinking fast. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, Looking ahead, not into the past.

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The Kitty Cat Song: "Once, Twice, Three times a kitty." That's all I've got so far. If I think of more I'll be sure to post it. Oh, wait. Here's another: "Little bitty kitty cat C'mon and dance with me." My cat makes me sing these stupid songs. Every song has to be about her, or she bites me. I'm being held hostage by a narcissistic kitty cat. Send help! :-)

Bonno Bonce jumped over the moon hurrah hurrah Bonno Bonce jumped over the moon hurrah hurrah Bonno Bonce jumped over the mooon we're going to follow him soon (sung to the tune of The Animals went in two by two) I was a young girl when I made this up and sang it to my brother Jon (whom we called Bonno Bonce)

I wrote lots of songs in the past, because I wanted to be in a band, but I only have the last one I wrote currently stored on my computer. A bud yet to blossom, a flower still to grow, A seed needing tending with care. A pencil sketch of a beautiful painting, One first step on the road to somewhere. Fragile and feather light, tender and soft, With a questioning look full of awe. An empty vessel in need of some substance, With no need yet for conformity or law. A future unwritten, first line of a book, A tale that has yet to be told. With many an author devoting a chapter, How will the story unfold? If you nurture the nature, and feed it with love, A supernova may blind you with light. Bury in darkness and bury in grime, And watch it wither out of sight. Pamper the pupa, but don’t smother it so, Lest you reap what you sow in good time. To toughen with soft love whilst freeing desire, Is a challenge, a mountain to climb. A future unwritten, first line of a book, A tale that has yet to be told. With many an author devoting a chapter, How will the story unfold? A beautiful prisoner, is not what you want, You must let the young fledging fly free. At the right time the right place once fully complete, The avatar should fill you with glee. A million fathers, a million mothers, all working together as one, To raise the shared progeny, we all have a duty, to fill up the young heart with song. A future unwritten, first line of a book, A tale that has yet to be told. With many an author devoting a chapter, How will the story unfold?

I didn't make up a song......but I wrote the main chorus line to a song for a writer in need.....no that just anyone so please refrain for using it. No woman could leave this man in love.

every day i look back in the same direction, waiting for hope. hoping it would strike me like lightning, but by now im gonna have to cope. someday i'll know what it feels like, to know whats on the other side. but for now i just stay here waiting, 'cuz by now i know i cant hide.