This is just something I was working on. I found a decent progression and melody, and these lyrics came out with so little effort that I was completely astounded. Apparently this tale of disillusionment and the release of fantasy was weighing heavily on my mind and screaming to come out.
Emerald City
If we'd never followed the yellow brick road,
We'd never have found this Emerald City
But when we found the road, it was overgrown
And most people turned around
Most said, "What a pity,"
Shook their heads and said, "What a pity."
We strayed from the path a time or two
And the turns we made were never easy to choose
Sometimes, that walk would turn to a crawl
And our feet blistered over
And we had holes in our shoes
And we bled through the holes in our shoes
We made our way to the Emerald City
Certain it would be a sight to behold
But the wizard's been dead for a long time now
And the horse of many colors
Is growing old
That horse is growing so old
The emeralds aren't here anymore;
Looters have taken the lot
And no one could find smiles for free anywhere
Cause everyone knows
They have to be bought
We all know smiles have to be bought
They say that the lion was beaten to death
And the scarecrow was killed in a fire
They caught the tinman fifteen years ago:
He was publicly executed
For being a liar
That tinman was always a liar
We became disillusioned with fairytales
When we got to the end of the yellow brick road
And found the castle crumbling
Such stories beg for happy endings
And I wish that one could be told
How I wish that one could be told.
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
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