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Making The BesT Of The COrOnavirus Crisis as a LyriC WriTer



        The threat posed by the current Coronavirus crisis      There’s a bridge and a train line, cables and steel
        is awful. It feels like we are in the midst of a war, but   Dark river pools that could swallow me
        we can’t see exactly where the enemy may be lurking.                       (Verse 2)
        Many of us are having to get used to the notion of        The night serenades with its sinister charms
        working from home indefinitely, and some sadly may            Fisticuff fights and blaring car horns
        have found that their employment has dried up.        But the new danger puts all these louts in their place
                                                                     A name on our lips without a clear face
        In amongst all of this, we need to find ways to stay
        sane and to continue to function to help those                             (Chorus)
        around us. People will turn to different outlets for                 They say that he cuts
        this, such as meditation, listening to music,                        They say that he rips
        physical workouts in their living room. For lyric                        No-one’s safe
        writers, I think writing can be one of those outlets.              When he stalksour streets.
        We can throw ourselves into our lyric writing and                     Bring out your dead
        hopefully it will help us to deal with the stress and                 For the world to see
        anxiety that we face.                                                 His shadow’s so tall
                                                                               Looming over me
        Writing about the Coronavirus health crisis
                                                                                   (Verse 3)
        I often use writing as a way of working through             I come so alive at the thought of his kiss
        things that are bothering me. I’m sure others are the    His teeth clenching down piercing into my lips
        same. It’s somehow therapeutic to get your thoughts    It’s a dream and a nightmare but sleep doesn’t come
        out onto a page, and to have to focus on the skill of      It’s hard to drop off when the dying’s begun
        crafting the words into something that is compelling.
                                                                                   (Chorus)
        I’ve found that lots of ideas for lyrics have come to                They say that he cuts
        me over the last few weeks that either directly or                   They say that he rips
        indirectly reference the current viral threat. One tip                   No-one’s safe
        I would offer is to think about whether you want to                When he stalksour streets.
        write from a first or third person perspective? It can                Bring out your dead
        be very powerful to write in first person but                         For the world to see
        sometimes it can help to put a little emotional                       His shadow’s so tall
        distance into the lyric through writing from another                   Looming over me
        person’s perspective.
                                                                                   (Bridge)
        My Coronavirus related lyric                                 Knock, knock, he appeared at the door
                                                                      With his air of mystique and danger
        Here’s one of the songs that I have written that is            And I offered myself, all that I am
        influenced by the                                                  To that tall dark stranger.
        Coronavirus situation. I had in mind that it would              Silent, he glided across the room
        be from the perspective of a female protagonist, who             Unstoppable, a force of nature
        had been questioning life before Covid-19 walked               And I offered myself, all that I am
        through the door.                                                  To that tall dark stranger


                         Tall Dark Stranger                                        (Chorus)
                                                                             They say that he cuts
                             (Verse 1)                                       They say that he rips
               The city’s alive with its bustle and noise                        No-one’s safe
                The day bristles with so much choice                       When he stalksour streets.



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