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... will be the title for the as yet untitled lyrics. Maybe it is telling too much in terms of interpreting the text but at least it sounds good by itself ;-)

too much of too little

Done :-)

when we met I thought my dire days were over
I thought I'd found the one and only love
with you I would not be the rootless rover
eventually we would be hand and glove

but
all you offer is the shadow of a kiss
what I get is the cheap copy of real bliss
you're just a surrogate lover -
maybe I should give it a miss

'cause
too much of too little cannot be enough
what(ever) do you think that I shall make of your love
too much of too little - can never be enough

you say you love me but how can I believe you
are you into it with your heart and soul
it's not quite the way that I seem to perceive you
'cause all we do is talk or take a stroll

all you offer is the shadow of a kiss
what I get is the cheap copy of real bliss
you're just a surrogate lover -
maybe I should give it a miss

'cause
too much of too little cannot be enough
what(ever) do you think that I shall make of your love
too much of too little - can never be enough

maybe I've been a loner for much too long
and I run out of patience much too fast
maybe what I'm expecting is vain and wrong
maybe it's just the dead hand of my past

still
too much of too little cannot be enough
what(ever) do you think that I shall make of your love
too much of too little - can never be enough


'Standard' pop structure: verse - lift - chorus - verse lift - chorus - bridge - chorus

A line and a title

A line of text has stuck in my mind, it goes:

too much of too little cannot be enough

That looks like a great title to me, too. Right now I added a rhyme:

whatever did you think that I should make of your love

Now I just need a story or a setting to support it...
My lyrics quite often start with just a line or a phrase and I then go from there.

PS: there are no suggestions as to a title for 'untitled' yet

untitled

I have a working title, but not a real title for this text/sketch. These were the first lines that I had come up with:

it comes dripping from the ceiling
it comes seeping through the floor
(and) the more you try to hide it
the more you bring it to the fore


I decided to keep them as chorus, but modify the following choruses a bit, keeping only the last two lines. During the afternoon I also added two verses and a bridge:

so what you do and what you tell are two different things
what you remember and bring to mind can mean anything
you're indecisive, leaving open which way you'd swing
I guess your conscience is as black as a raven's wing

it comes dripping from the ceiling
it comes seeping through the floor
(and) the more you try to hide it
the more you bring it to the fore

so where you were and what you did is of no concern
you expect that friends and lovers live with your sudden turns
but I bet the day's not far that you will have to learn
I see it coming that quite soon you'll get your fingers burned

it comes leaking through the back wall
it comes knocking at your door
(and) the more you try to hide it
the more you bring it to the fore

what you promise or claim
to me it's all the same
whatever you pledge to do
I won't reach out to you

you may hope to get off cheaply
like it always worked before
but the more you try to hide it
the more you bring it to the fore

"tomcat" edited

I adopted a few edits that were suggested in forum discussion:

I can smell your hunger and arousal
I know where your hand slides in the night
never mind, I won't reveal your secret
rest assured I won't switch on the light

no use hiding, I see you in the dark
I 've come to you to leave my mark
spare your tears, and spare your fear
I'm the tomcat - I'll take you while we're here

there's no need to fight off your desire
I don't see why you should feel ashamed
I could be the answer to your wishes
you know, nothing ventured, nothing gained

no use hiding, ...


And here is some feedback that my "tomcat" received:

There's something refreshingly different about your style of writing. Good song lyric
Mike


This has a real gutter feel to it, nice and sleazy, filthy! Feel like I need to have a shower after reading this! Got a touch of the Otto Dix bar-room about this, fantastic!
Dan

I like it, Bernd. Full of menace and promise at the same time.
Gavin