Runaway

 

I wrote a song. It’s a twist on the Jack and the beanstalk story. Jack and his girlfriend runaway from their parents who are the giants in this story. the girlfriend lives in a tower so far away that jack has to climb a beanstalk to reach her.

 

RUNAWAY

 

When it gets dark out

Through towers and beanstalks

He climbs up to my window and we talk

He says its magic

Girl don’t you feel this

I say my mum will have a cow

If we get caught

Don’t you worry about me baby

We still got hours before they wake up

Just bring the music with you baby

Darling its magic

What you waiting for

Please say

You’ll meet me by

The market place at ten

Your mum will have a cow

That we can sell

I’ll be your music

If you’ll be my golden egg

Please say you’ll run away

If you say you’ll runaway

And I’ll take you

Places where the giants never fare

If you steal some music,

then I swear I’ll never tell

and baby we’ll runaway

please say you’ll runaway

runaway baby can’t you

see that’s all we can do

all we can do

runaway baby

I’ll just spend my life with you

so please say

you’ll meet me by

the market place at ten

your mom will have a cow

that we can sell

I’ll bring the rings

And you can ring the wedding bells

And baby well runaway.

 

 

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Jack and Jill

I wrote a song  duet. its my own take on what really went down with Jack and Jill

(p.s, Here they are not siblings)

 

Jack:

Hey Jill,

I’m still stuck on lower ground

So won’t you give me a hand

I broke my crown

When I fell down down

This hill must be made for you and I

Cuz I see no one else around

So won’t you promise to come after me

Jill:

Jack I know youre alone

I know the fault is my own

But if I fall

I know theres no going home

In time whats broken will mend

And youll see the end

Of this disaster

But theres no point in tumbeling after

Jack:

Hey jill when didya get so cold

You know its all your fault

You tripped me over

Jill:

Jack im not tumbling after

Jack:

Im broken im bleeding out internally

And youre still standing on a hill

Jill:

Jack im not tumbling after

Jack:

Ooh ooh ooh im still in love with you

Though you played me for a fool

But I guess you’re not tumbling after.