And a bunch of coconuts is not lovely.
Who writes these song lyrics anyway?
This is one of the reasons I don’t listen to music while I’m writing. I can’t help listening to lyrics, and sometimes the lyrics confound me. I try to analyze them, figure out what the lyricist was trying to say.
Like that one in which Cheryl Crow insisted: “I’m not going to write you a love song because you want me to, etc. etc.” For some reason, that song always made me feel anxious. It translated to me telling my editor that I wasn’t going to accept her suggested changes just because I thought my writing was so brilliant I didn’t need to fix anything. Yikes!
I’m not saying all song lyrics are dumb. Some are just too hard to figure out. For instance, I love the music to Black Horse and the Cherry Tree and I love the sound of K.T. Tunstall’s singing, but I don’t understand the lyrics at all. That kind of thing is very distracting if I want to focus on pacing and plot and character in my wip.
One of you no doubt is wondering why I don’t stick to classical music with no singing. It’s because I tune it out. If I’m tuning it out, I’m not enjoying the music as it was meant to be enjoyed. Classical music is for sitting in my easy chair with a cup of tea and a piece of chocolate and giving the music my full attention.
Nope, no music while I’m writing. I want absolute silence.
Absolute silence is a thing of beauty.
Absolute silence is a bowl of cherries.
Shhh. Now write.