Song rewrites

One of the things I enjoy doing- and a must for people with a creative streak who like singing but can’t compose music- is rewriting the lyrics of songs while keeping the same basic rhythmic structure. This allows us to sing with different words to the same tune and instrumental track- great for Karaoke. Here’s two examples. Hurt (the Johnny Cash cover) rewritten to be about Shelley’s poem Ozymandias and The Mystery of Love rewritten to be about a tragic fall romance.

The Mystery of Love rewrite (“The Fall”) was written in conjunction with @sufjansimone

Ozymandias

A traveller spoke today 
“If the desert you trek 
Upon white sands black legs 
Boundless lies the wreck” 

Ozymandias, king of kings 
Once dread, long since dead 
Wind and silence circle in rings 
Cold sneer upon stone head 

What has he become? 
Once worshipped, but no friend 
Many roads all flesh treads 
All with dust pit at the end 

You could never have his lands 
His empire in dirts 
Yet he would give it all 
For your breaths and hurts 

He wears crown of obsidian 
Electrum long since fled 
And the paint on his eyes 
Wind knives long ago bled 

Beneath the stains of time 
The decrees disappear 
He is nowhere now 
You are still now here 

What has he become? 
Once worshipped, but no friend 
Many roads all flesh treads 
All with dust pit at the end 

You could never have his lands 
His empire in dirts 
Yet he would give it all 
For your breaths and hurts 

For a chance to start again 
His throne he'd step down
A peasant low and broke 
He would give each crown 

The Fall

 Oh, to see with mine own eyes
 Quaking leaves on silver spires
 You thrill me as the sun expires
 My thoughts drift along high air
 Autumn winds dispel all care
 Stumbling by grove bare
 Dusk comes, bringing shadow bliss
 Our lips pray in hallowed kiss

 O’ holy is each tree
 Each leaf that breeze pries free
 O’, incandescent burns thy touch
 Sacred is the season of fall
 
 Carpo I no longer believe
 Lonely in naked forest
 Buried by the snow that wind conceived
 By my lover sorest
 My hyacinth, he died
 Now an angel’s lover
 Now the river is freeze dried
 What hope left to uncover?

 O’ holy is each tree
 Each branch that breeze breaks free
 O’, frozen fades thy touch
 Sacred is the season of fall

 How much sorrow can I take?
Godwit fled my shoulder
 And what difference does it make
 When my love lives no more?
 Shall I sleep under your frost
 Still struck river woeful
Lay your ice above my head
'Til I breathe my last breath

 O’ holy is each tree
 Bare against the howling wind
 O’, freezing burns thy absence
 Sacred is the season of frost 

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