All my songs have come from my life. A girlfriend tells me she doesn't love me anymore and walks out the door, never to be seen again. That was worth two or three songs.
That's probably the way to come up with the best lyrics ... but I've never been able to do it. I've tried, because especially with breakups (in my younger days), that's supposed to be prime lyric fodder. But nope. I can write descriptions, I can tell a story, I can make a joke. But a poet, I don't think I have it in me.
There was even a time when a favorite uncle died, and the service was in their backyard. It was raining, it was emotional, I was seeing relatives I hadn't seen in years, there were so many memories and all sorts of easy imagery to draw from.
This was way out in the country, so I had an hours long drive down country roads through the area where I grew up, windshield wipers thump-thumping, the stories we all told were fresh in my mind, I had all these emotions in my head ... opportunities don't get more golden. So I really tried. I really tried. But nothin'.
What I find odd about this is that I've written lots of lyrics about fictitious people's situations. Director/producer gives me the details, or I can even make them up. By no means am I a great lyricist, but some of them turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself. My own situations, though, I just get stuck.
Not to get too "therapist" with this, but I'm thinking this is because with my own life, I have a tendency to get very analytical.
Why did we break up? Would my life really be better if I compromised more? Why do men and women think so differently, and does she
really want me to be not so masculine?
So in the moment, I'm not thinking about any of the poetry stuff, like missing the smell of her perfume. Or the way she looks in that white sun dress. Or the way she feels when I hold her. Sure, I'll miss those things, but my head is strictly business -
"Why did this happen?" And,
"Where do I go from here?" And,
"Okay dummy, if you liked her so much, then why did you get caught making out with her sister?" (Sorry. Can't resist a little joke. Which I guess also contributes to my struggles at serious writing.)