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Draft, tag, and shape your lyrics in one place — then publish when they’re ready for an audience.
I am wont to walk
As the eldest quiet Crier
Bellman of St. Sepulchre
To the dungeon gates
Such sorrow I bear
Recalling my fallen kinsman
Who time and again
Cries out his truth
Only I remain standing to forgive his sin
As I still hear my brother's cry–
Long live the Criers!
The death bell has tolled
May the hell-mouth of brimstone
Swallow the queen's iniquity
I do brand her eternal spirit
As Bloody Mary
“In the shining, simmering light
I saw my love drop in your eye.
It ain’t right
Never thought I’d let you in,”
“If I could make you believe
we’d go on together
it’d be just you and me
life couldn’t be any better”
“Well I,
Haven’t heard a song in a while
That fits how I feel.
Trying to find something patient,”
“They Both Gone Home (Remastered)
(Verse 1)
Like a TV show, Eight is Enough
We made it through the times”
“I met a woman,
Who was living in a cardboard box
She saw me watching her and said…
Is it so hard for you to believe”
“Hi –
I imagine when you were a kid
You owned lots of colouring books
Wow – is that your pick up line”
“For me it used to be
Consent was the key
To cross my iron threshold
My safe place tinged by red red rust”
“Childhood clocked me out
Even on a recount
The soiled hands of time
Slowly came around to me”
“Under the open sky — of heaven's Superdome
I believe the four horsemen will ride the sky
Their evil shadows rest upon the horizon
I've read of those who race, but I don't know why”
“*** Trigger Warning ***
This lyric is written from the perspective of a fictional narrator living past a...
May have a word with you
For once”
“Once again
The blood tracks you see on the floor
Bleed into the wood grain
Because I stepped on your used syringe”
“No microphone, no tv screen,
Just the AM radio setting the scene.
I stood on the sofa, waving my hands,
Singing to an imaginary crowd.”
The Vault is your private workspace, included with every membership. Store drafts, capture ideas, organise your work into folders, and track how your lyrics evolve over time. It’s where your words live before they’re ready for the world — or whether they ever are.
Learn more about The Vault →Create an account and pay the annual membership fee of $30. No audition. No waiting list.
Submit any original lyric and it will be beautifully typeset, dated, and given its own permanent page.
Browse the full catalogue, message other members, and build a portfolio that represents your work properly.
Every lyric in the catalogue is original, verified, and available to be found. If you're a singer or recording artist searching for material, SongwriterLink is where the writing lives — properly presented, properly attributed, and ready for you.
And if you're a lyricist wondering whether publishing here could lead to a collaboration — this is how it starts. Every singer who browses is a potential voice for your words. For active co-writer matching, verse-chorus.com is worth exploring alongside us.
Read more about who it’s for →“Your Elton might already be out there searching.”
