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2013: Lyrics & Poems

Copyright 2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

Published by Andrew Robert Chapman at Smashwords

Edition 2019.2.8

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Table of Contents





(Rock 'n' Roll) Revolution


Ali The Taliban

Born To Be A Number


Fool Forever

Gold Digger

Howl At The Moon


Love Nor Money


The 51st State (Of The U.S.A.)

The Beginning Of The End

Song background information

Ali The Taliban


Love Nor Money

The 51st State (Of The U.S.A.)

The Beginning Of The End

Song breakdown/explanation

The 51st State (Of The U.S.A.)

The Beginning Of The End


About the author

Other books by the author

Contacts and Links


When I starting compiling this book’s content I was asked for whom I was writing it for. I replied “For myself.”

Contrary to all advice concerning writing eBOOKs, my motivation is not to appeal to a wide audience, achieve international fame nor make a fortune, large or small. The song lyrics in this book were written with the hope and intention that they one day achieve immortality on a professionally produced studio CD. But, since I started writing poems in 2012, the amount of rhymes, ditties and lyrics has swollen to the extent that any plan to record them all is hopelessly unrealistic.

Thus, instead of them languishing unrevealed, unread and unheard of, a plan formed to make them accessible to the world via a self-published eBOOK. Should just a single word, line, stanza or refrain from the book’s lyrics raise a smile, give pause for thought or even manage to inspire a single person, then my time and effort have been more than worthwhile and rewarded.


In 2012 I was asked to write lyrics for several band projects, one of which was to lead to the formation of the rock band WildScreW and culminate with the production of a studio CD, “Writing On The Wall”*, at the end of 2016 with myself as vocalist.

The CD’s title song was to become a finalist in the 19th Great American Song Contest.

*Paperback readers must navigate themselves manually to the hyperlinks embedded directly in the eBOOK by referring to the “Contacts and Links” section, where all relevant hyperlinks can be found, including the location of any audio files.


Before I joined eleven of my lyrics to musical melodies and sang them with a rock band in a professional recording studio, I used to take an inordinate amount of time fettling my rhymes so that, at least to my mind, the metre, the rhythm, the pace, the meaning, everything I considered vital to the flow and comprehension, was as perfect as I could manage.

I was effectively writing poems.

I was to quickly learn, however, that as soon as a poem is put to music, the strict rules which apply to prose become extremely lax or are completely thrown out of the window. The words which now wrap themselves around a musical melody can be shortened or lengthened by the articulation of the singer in a way which can not be donated or conveyed in a poem’s written form (although I sometimes attempt this by breaking words with hyphens or compressing them to phonetics). Furthermore music producers and studio adaptations and necessities place further demands on a songwriter and a song’s structure, which cause last minute lyrical rewrites and polishing in the studio.

And thus it was I decided, after my experience with WildScreW, that I would purposely leave all my future poetic efforts in a much rawer and less-polished state. Should the occasion arise that such a poem is put to music, then that would be the time to spend the extra effort refining, polishing and honing the rhymes.

Over the years I have also discovered that it is best to literally dump to (digital) paper what ever words and ideas are coursing through one’s mind: Effectively not applying a filter. When I started writing poetry I too often thought “This idea is too puerile!” or “This isn’t my style!” or some other reason not to progress with whatever idea had pushed its way to the front of my mind. And, in my case at least, that usually led to writer’s block, as my work on a different idea would be hindered by the interference from recurring themes from the original, blocked poem. By starting (though not necessarily finishing) any ideas which come into my head, my mind finds closure with that thought concept and is free and uncluttered to move unencumbered onto the next idea, although it is also the reason why there will be a certain tally of poems which are in dire need of polish, fettling and which even contain unfinished lines or rhymes.

Poetry, in all its forms, is an art. You either like a painter’s realism phase or their abstract work. Rarely both. But I hope you stumble across a couple of rhymes which make the time you’ve taken to read them more than worth your while.

2013 was a year in which around half the total lyrical work was married to WildScreW musical melodies, effectively turning the poems into songs.

The WildScrew song “The Beginning Of The End”, which was developed from one of Thomas Wild’s guitar melodies, a so called ALPHA, was penned and professionally recorded on the studio CD which was released at the start of 2017. The guitar melody has haunted Thomas, so he claims, since he started to learn to play the guitar, aged 17.

The WildScreW ALPHAs “(Rock ‘n’ Roll) Revolution”, “Adulterous”, “Gold Digger” and “The 51st State (Of The U.S.A.) are, in my opinion, all useable ALPHAs and hopefully will one day also be recorded as part of a professional CD album. “Irreplaceable” and “Love Nor Money” were based on guitar melodies to which the order Thomas supplied the verse, refrain and bridge was altered. The guitar melodies to these ALPHAs made it to the recording studio and were produced as “Misery” and “Free Fall” respectively.

The songs are presented chronologically in the order they were written and copyrighted.


The eBOOK links to my WORDPRESS site SONGANDVERSE reveal that I write my lyrics using a colour code to optically highlight the various song parts. Thus the simply typed PRE-CHORUS and CHORUS serve to reflect the text contained in their equally colour coded counterparts at the start of the song. BRIDGE and PARLANDO parts of a song are also uniquely coloured, in order to visually separate them from the other song parts.

Unfortunately, for eBOOK compatibility, all text has been coloured black/automatic.

The Beginning Of The End

The prettiest eyes have cried the seven seas of the world.

The loudest laughter hides the darkest secrets and hurt.

The kindest of hearts must endure the cruelest taunts and pain. Mmmm.

The truest/purest of soul’s innocence faithlessly betrayed.

Their wounded hearts: Bleed.

While saddened eyes: Cry.

Their tortured souls: Crucified.

But they won’t stop the beginning of the end.

Memories from my past long drowned by the tears I’ve cried.

The truth buried deep under the weight of crushing lies.

First I lost my rhyme, last I lost all reason ‘n’ found pain.

‘cos this one man’s loved and lost is another man’s gain.

My lonely heart: Bleeds.

My harrowed eyes: Cry.

My tortured soul: Crucified.

But I couldn’t stop the beginning of the end.

There are always winners and losers, in the games of life and love.

Poor beggars can’t be choosers, while the wealthy can’t get enough.

Many just don’t see it coming, the rest hoping that they’re wrong.

Left alone soothing their heartache, lose themselves in a sad love song.


Spare me a minute of your time, stranger lend me your ears.

Take a step back from yourself and look into my face full of fears.

The troubles of the world weighing heavy compounding dejection. Mmmm.

But are you sure when you stare in my eyes it’s not a reflection? You feel

your injured heart: Bleed.

Your pretty eyes: Cry.

Our tortured souls: Crucified.

But we can’t stop the beginning of the end.

Copyright 16.2.2013 Andrew Robert Chapman

Ali The Taliban

To the West/England/From the East two terrorists Islam’s came.

They sneaked past Intelligence Agencies and Ali was their name.

One dark night, whilst plotting plans of pain,

one accidentally dropped a bomb and was never seen again.


Ali the terrorist dropped his bomb

and said hello to his maker.

Up he went in a cloud of smoke

Tick. Tick. BOOM!

Ali the terrorist asked his God,

“Where the hell are my virgins?”

But all his bits had been blown away.

Tick. Tick. BOOM!

Night after night Ali two prayed for a Jihad.

When he was leading the violent mob,

he felt so fierce and bad.

No more arrests, Abu Hamza cost too much,

so Ali ran riot till, with sudden disquiet, his underpants blew off his crotch.


Ali the terrorist set off his bomb

and said hello to his maker.

Up he went in a cloud of smoke

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