#How to Compose a Song Lyrics

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[ryukiethebored]

Man I must suck At picking friends (x)

[melit0n]

"So, dear, no matter how we part, I hold you sweetly in my head—and, if I do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead. If I can't love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend, and I will lay a bed before you; keep you safe until the end."

[yaoiadderall]

just saw somebody say using gen ai to shit out a song for them was “no different than using a vocaloid” and it took everything in me not to dare them to go say that to literally anyone who has made a song using a vocal synth ever

[galmiahthepigeon]

Reading the In Trousers libretto honestly makes everything so much clearer. It's clearly indicated which songs are set in the past or the present, and which ones are abstractions and don't represent actual things that happened. And thinking of the songs in the intended order instead of the original cast recording's, adding the extra songs that were integrated in later versions of the musical, it loses a good bit of that "just vibes" energy that I've always associated with it. It still has all the ambiguous and strange lyrics but I feel like the purpose of each song is much clearer.

[bisexualelphie]

julie about daniel: "my heart is racing, the world nearly stops, i lose control when i'm around you" "could there be a future for something between the two of us?" "our chemistry is explosive" "my body's going crazy, i don't know what's wrong with me" "i don't care about logic, i want the magic of love"

daniel about julie: "how it hurts to know that the end came so suddenly and i didn't have time to prove to you that i could be your greatest secret" "could it be that if i close my eyes, you will appear here?" "the closer i get, the less i can bear the fact that i can't touch you" "i want to see your smile and remember you here. you are the sun to me"

daniel and julie when félix and martim confront them about these lyrics: honestly, i don't remember; i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then, uheaughhsh---

[hiswrlds]

Found this music box cover for Your Flame and got sO upset thinking of Sonic singing an acoustic version of it while having a moment for himself during his time on Starfall Islands, only to eventually get surrounded by chittering curious audience of kocos

[callixton]

i'm STILL so sad that there's no recording of raúl's roses turn bc holy shit would i have loved to see that

[hanaaria]

my brother lent me his electric guitar yesterday and mannn it is fun to play. also I feel so cool playing it. like a hot mysterious guitarist of an indie band with whom an audience member falls in love and continues going to the band's every gig just to see them

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Music and Lyrics

Music and Lyrics: How They Grow Together(Inspired by Jack Perricone’s Great Songwriting Techniques)For some artists, music comes before words. A simple chord progression can create a certain mood, emotion, or rhythm that leads to a melody, and eventually, to coherent lyrics.Starting with the MelodyMany songwriters find themselves humming a short musical phrase (often with made-up syllables) long…

[elisemochi]

every year i hope that Shizuka na Yoru ni Negai o… gets added to MLTD and every year I am disappointed

[supermacaquecool]

😂😂😂 One of my fav nulut songs is one of his instrumentals from. Protoplan lol (it's empty drower)

[cosmicalily]

'everything is romantic' with stray kids, ot8 headcanons by @cosmicalily

author's note: bad tattoos on leather tanned skin, jesus christ on a plastic sign, fall in love again and again...this is one of my favourite songs on the album (especially the version with caroline polachek!). i kind of love the idea that romance is in everything, from everyday actions to random objects, i think it's such a beautiful philosophy! enjoy this little list of everything that's romantic in my eyes...

everything is romantic...with chris

addressing you in australian slang nicknames. night drives to the beach with the windows down. buying your favourite albums on vinyl. sending screenshots of song lyrics. matching tattoos. staying up late talking. massaging your shoulders while you study. laying on his chest on your phone in the evenings.

everything is romantic...with minho

cat fur on your favourite black sweater. slow blinks from across the room. homemade dinners and red wine. walks through the forest in the early morning. making the bed around you while you sleep in. closing the blinds if you forget to before falling asleep. hundreds of weirdly specific yet endearing nicknames.

everything is romantic...with changbin

you as the cover of every instagram post. matching fluffy hello kitty pajama pants. referring to you as 'his wife' from day one of dating. buying you every cute trinket or keychain he lays his eyes on. your sanrio stickers on his laptop. his giggles anytime and every time you say something slightly amusing.

everything is romantic...with hyunjin

chamomile tea before going to bed. shared pinterest boards for your future home. sketches pinned up around the house. lipstick stains on the collars of his shirts. a photobooth strip in his phonecase. a red digicam dedicated to photos of you. sending voice notes rather than text messages.

everything is romantic...with jisung

studio ghibli soundtracks while you clean the house. always keeping your favourite ramen in the kitchen. letting you do his makeup. silly inside jokes. writing you sticky notes when he doesn't know how to verbalise his feelings. writing and composing little love songs for you whenever he gets inspiration.

everything is romantic...with felix

reposting every love-related tiktok on his fyp. matching jellycat keychains. freshly baked goods. braiding his hair in the evenings. watching 2000s chick flicks. strange yet wholesome meme references. matching beaded bracelets. at least nine different emojis to represent you for your contact on his phone.

everything is romantic...with seungmin

freshly washed bed linen every weekend. homemade coffee in the morning. annotating each other's books. his hands in your hair while you study. putting your phone on charge when you fall asleep. filling up your drink bottle. sitting beside you and watching you do your makeup. shoulder kisses. long hugs in the hallway.

everything is romantic...with jeongin

facemasks and self-care nights. picking out your outfits. letting you borrow his jewellery. bringing you an iced coffee on your break at work. matching shoes. sharing a scarf in winter. imitating each other in public and laughing at each other. poking his dimples. playing twister on the living room floor.

[awaxagoras]

giggling and kicking my feet at stalker phainon being somewhat canon (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

currently thinking abt phainon who is obsesseddddd w you ♡ [ fwb ? exes ? awkward situationship ? guy you don’t even know ? something else ? I can’t decide lol it’s up to u ] he has ur notifications on and watches ur story / likes ur posts literally seconds after u post them . doesn’t feel embarrassed abt it . likes every one of them regardless of what the post is abt — surely you’ll notice how he’s obviously flirting w you ! [ you don’t . it’s just a like button , phainon . . . ]

he’s kinda crazy . analyzing all of ur posts trying to decipher any sort of hidden meaning behind them . that song you just posted . . is it about him ? are u trying to tell him something ?[ it has nothing to do w him . it’s just a song ] he’s got the lyrics pulled up , just in case . even if there’s nothing behind it , at least he knows what music you like ! definitely brings it up casually [ it’s not really that casual . you weren’t even talking about music just now ] to impress you . you like the same bands ? no way ! you must be soulmates or something haha ( ˆ𐃷ˆ) [ you know it’s a joke , but why is he watching ur reaction so seriously ? ]

he knows wayyy too much about you . he tries to play it cool but every now and then he’ll make a comment abt something that you swear you’ve never told him [ that reference he just made was a coincidence , right ? you don’t remember telling him abt that . actually , you’re pretty sure you only mentioned it on your private account . . ] should you ask him abt it , he’ll just laugh and shrug it off . of course he knows that , silly ! you really don’t remember talking ? well . . . phainon is such a nice guy . yeah , he’s probably right . you probably did tell him at some point ┐(´～｀ˇ)┌ you’re overthinking it [ you aren’t ]

ultimate reply guy . finds a way to say something to all of ur posts , even if it makes him look a bit desperate . tries sooo hard to keep the conversation going . just one conversation with him shows clearly shows anyone that he has a natural way with words but when it comes to you , he feels as though he’s forgotten how to speak entirely ! you make him nervous ! (•́︿•̀) and this is just online ! you have no idea how hard his heart beats against his chest when you speak in person . sometimes , he thinks staying composed in front of you requires the same level of resolve as being a chyrsos heir

ehehehe if this is an exes au or if you’re simply on bad terms with him , [ t-that’s not true ! you’re just . . respecting each others space right now . that’s very normal for couples . . ! which you certainly are ! stop saying you don’t know him ] this doesn’t really do anything to stop him . go ahead , block him . at this point , he could probably make a burner account with his eyes closed (ᵕ—ᴗ—) it’s not very nice of you to block your boyfriend [ he isn’t your boyfriend ] but it’s okay , he understands . he could never truly be mad at you . if you want him to watch your stories and spam your notifications with likes from a blank account for now , that’s alright . he won’t take it personally [ he should . it is quite personal ]

you can try to call him out . you can tell him to stop bothering you and to just leave you alone . smiling at his phone even while you curse him out . you unblocked his first number just to text him ! he still has a chance ! (´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡

[desigal-26]

I have used Taylor Swift’s songs for this. Hope no one minds anything 😅

Deal?

Max Verstappen x Singer-Songwriter!Reader

Magic, madness, heaven, sin.

Bad PR, too many exes, too many dates. Solution? A PR relationship between a global superstar and a world champion—only that they don’t know when to stop.

Warnings: SMAU + Real life. Reader and Max both have a reputation of being seen with new partners frequently. Fake dating. It gets steamy in the end. Enemies with Benefits?

MAX VERSTAPPEN MEAN IN BED: CLAIMS HIS LONDON FLING

HOW MAX’S BREAKUP TURNED OUT TO BE A POTENTIAL CAREER-ENDER FOR HIM?

FAMOUS SINGER RELEASES HER NEWEST SINGLE ‘BLANK SPACE’—RECEIVES BACKLASH

TOO MANY WRONG CHOICES? OR A PATTERN?

ALL PUBLICITY NOT GOOD PUBLICITY: RED BULL DRIVER AND REPUTATION SINGER PROVES IT

WHERE IT WENT WRONG FOR THE WORLD CHAMPION?

SOURCE CLAIMS MAX VERSTAPPEN IS SPIRALLING OUT OF CONTROL

‘GOT A LONG LIST OF EX-LOVERS/THEY TELL YOU I’M INSANE…’ JUST LYRICS OR THE TRUTH?

“If the media sees you with another woman this week, your reputation is gone, Max. Do you understand me? Gone!” Raymond Vermeulen snapped, his voice sharp with exasperation. He crossed his arms tightly across his chest, the lines on his forehead deepening as he glared at his client like a parent scolding a reckless teenager.

Max Verstappen barely looked up. Seated with his legs stretched out and his phone balanced loosely in his hand, he only hummed in vague acknowledgment. His thumbs tapped quickly, already typing out a message to the latest girl he’d met on Raya. Hey, free later? Thought we could catch up… The irony of Raymond’s words and his own actions didn’t even register.

The door to the conference room swung open with a soft click, the sound of two pairs of heels echoing sharply against the polished floor. Instinctively, Max glanced up—more out of habit than curiosity.

Two women entered.

The first he didn’t recognize—tall, sleek, efficient-looking, with a folder tucked under her arm and an expression that warned not to waste her time.

But the second…

He straightened slightly. There was something about her—familiar, but just out of reach. She wasn’t looking at him. In fact, she avoided his gaze entirely, settling into her seat at the far end of the table like she had every intention of being invisible. Still, there was a certain air about her—cool, composed, untouchable.

Max squinted slightly. He knew he’d seen her before. But where?

Raymond, still simmering beside him, didn’t notice the shift in Max’s attention.

But Max wasn’t texting anymore.

“I hope you’ve briefed your client on the situation,” the first woman said crisply, her tone polished and professional but laced with something sharper—annoyance, maybe impatience. Her gaze was fixed on Raymond, who let out a long-suffering sigh and turned to Max with a look that practically screamed, for the love of God, behave.

Max, as usual, found that request borderline impossible. Still, he relented—barely. With a dramatic exhale, he set his phone on the polished surface of the conference table, crossed his arms, and raised a brow at his manager with mock curiosity. His expression said everything: Let’s hear this genius plan.

“You both,” Raymond gestured between Max and the woman seated opposite him, the one who hadn’t looked up once since entering the room, “find yourselves in similar positions. Too much bad PR, too much bad publicity.”

That earned a slight snort from Max—he found “bad PR” to be a wildly dramatic term for sleeping with the wrong influencer at the wrong yacht party. But his eyes flicked back to the girl.

She still hadn’t looked at him.

Her manager sat beside her, tense, as if waiting for her to bolt.

Max tilted his head slightly. There was something vaguely familiar about her. He couldn’t place it, but the way she carried herself—distant but composed, like she had built walls so high even she couldn’t see over them—stuck with him.

The other woman at the table, clearly the fixer or legal rep, opened a folder and placed two pristine files on the table in front of her, sliding them forward like a dealer laying down high-stakes cards.

“So,” she began with a cool, practiced smile, “we have an idea. Something that might just help steer the narrative in our favour.”

Max didn’t like that smile. It was too smooth. Too rehearsed. His stomach twisted with the kind of instinctive dread that came just before your brakes failed or your rear wing gave out mid-corner. Every cell in his body warned: this is a trap.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice a touch more serious now. “And that is?”

He glanced at the girl across the table just as she looked up—only for a second—and shot a death glare at her manager. Not a pout, not a frown—a glare full of contempt and resignation, the kind that said I didn’t agree to this, but they didn’t give me a choice.

Max’s gut sank even lower.

Whatever was about to happen, she hated it.

And that meant he probably would too.

“A PR relationship.”

A beat of silence followed.

One second. Two.

And then—chaos.

“What?” Max nearly choked, his chair scraping back with a screech as he surged forward in disbelief, palms slamming flat on the table. “You want me to fake date someone?” He threw a hand toward the quiet woman seated across from him like she was some sort of absurd suggestion. “Her? I don’t even know her name!”

That was the moment she looked up.

And everything stilled.

Her eyes locked onto his with a glare so sharp it could’ve sliced through carbon fiber. Cold, unbothered, and dripping with disdain, it hit Max like a bucket of ice water to the chest. He wasn’t easily rattled—but something about her stare forced him into a moment of silence.

“That’s more of a you problem than mine,” she said, voice smooth and lilting, with the dangerous allure of a vengeful siren luring sailors to their doom.

Max blinked, momentarily thrown off by how calm and lethal she sounded.

“Not necessary for now,” her manager cut in tightly, clearly used to reining in her client’s defiance. “You’ll learn each other’s names in the coming days. What matters is optics—cleaning up both of your reputations. Before your brands bleed out entirely.”

Max let out a short, bitter laugh, half disbelieving and half on the verge of hysterical. “You people are insane. You actually think this is going to work?”

Raymond didn’t speak. He just leveled Max with the same expression he wore every time his driver crashed a perfectly good strategy with a reckless overtake: You did this to yourself.

“No. No, no, no, no!” Max jabbed a finger across the table. “What if she’s a complete psychopath?”

“I heard that,” she deadpanned, eyes narrowing. The chill in her tone could’ve frozen Monaco.

“Good,” Max shot back, unapologetic. “I wasn’t whispering.”

“Enough!” her manager snapped, her carefully curated calm finally cracking as she slammed her folder shut. “This is the deal. Neither of you are in a position to negotiate. She had the audacity to release a song that all but poured gasoline on the firestorm the media already had around her—”

“Oh, please,” the girl muttered under her breath, looking away.

“—and you,” she continued, now spinning toward Max like a hawk, “were just filmed sneaking out of a London hotel at 6 AM with someone who turned around and sold a three-part exposé to The Sun.”

Max winced. Okay. That one… yeah, not ideal.

“And now,” the woman chimed in smoothly, back in control, “we’re offering you both a lifeline. A partnership. A chance to redirect the headlines and reframe your images—together.”

She leaned back in her chair with arms folded, “This is damage control by romance,” she said dryly. “Cute. Very Netflix.”

“Temporary,” her manager clarified. “Six months. Appearances. Handholding. Maybe a few ‘leaked’ pictures on a beach in the Maldives.”

Max turned his head slowly toward her, incredulous. “You sing, and you think I’m the problem?”

She met his gaze coolly. “At least I didn’t get caught doing the walk of shame in front of a tabloid intern with an iPhone 12.”

He scoffed. “Oh, you’re funny.”

“I’m perfectly hilarious, actually,” she replied with a saccharine smile, folding her hands on the table. “But don’t worry—you don’t have to laugh. Just pretend you like me for a few staged photos.”

“Fine,” Max gritted out, glancing at Raymond. “What happens if I say no?”

Raymond didn’t flinch. “You lose half your endorsements. Maybe more.” Max exhaled, jaw ticking. This was a corner he hadn’t seen coming.

He turned to her again. She didn’t look happy either—just… tired. Like she’d fought this already and lost. Her eyes met his one last time, emotionless.

“Well,” she said, her voice softer now, almost resigned. “Here’s to six months of pretending not to hate each other.”

Max snorted. “You already hate me?”

She smirked. “You grow on me, Verstappen. Like a rash.”

The clutch landed on the couch with a soft, careless thud, followed by the distinct click of heels being kicked aside—sharp against marble, then silent. The coolness of the stone met her aching feet like a long-forgotten lover, coaxing a sigh from deep within her chest. Her posture slackened, finally free from the stiff elegance she’d held onto all evening like a second skin.

The white dress clung to her curves with liquid ease, the silky fabric catching the low light in soft glimmers. The high slit draped open around her thigh, revealing a tantalizing stretch of skin—an image she’d already captured for Instagram. Just enough exposure. Just enough tease. Filtered, cropped, and captioned with something vague and poetic that screamed soft launch and secret lover. Something people would read too far into. Something that made the lie believable.

It was routine now—this dance. This curated fantasy. Smiles that weren’t real, touches that meant nothing, pictures that spoke louder than either of them ever dared to. The picture-perfect girlfriend. The elegant date. The arm candy with a glass of champagne and lips stained just enough to be noticed.

Tonight had been no different.

But when she turned around—He was.

He sat on the couch like a barely caged storm. A man carved in tension, blue eyes glassy with something darker than irritation. Rage, maybe. Or worse—desire laced with restraint. Every muscle in his body locked tight, his jaw ticking as if clenching it was the only thing keeping his words from escaping.

He hadn’t said much since that photo.

That single frame: her leg crossed over another, thigh exposed, his hand on her skin, her fingers catching his wrist like she was stopping him—but not really. They hadn’t even looked at each other. But the camera hadn’t needed that.

It had looked real.

Too real.

She frowned, something twisting in her chest. Had she said something? Crossed a line? All she remembered doing was existing—and they had long moved past hating each other for that.

Right?

Especially after he had been the one to invite her to the F1 75 event. No obligation. No press strategy. Just: “You coming with me or what?”

The night had been dull and painful—the kind of event where even the champagne tasted bitter and polite conversation felt like a slow death. And when the booing had started, echoing like gunfire in the marble lobby, she had instinctively slipped her arm through his. Anchored herself to him. Pretended it didn’t sting.

So now, watching him simmer in silence, she crossed her arms and leaned against the couch with narrowed eyes. “What’s got your knickers in a twist?”

His head snapped toward her.

The force of his gaze hit like a current, washing over her, knocking the breath from her lungs.

There was something different in his eyes tonight. They didn’t just look at her—they held her. Dragged their way over her slowly, devouring every inch in a silent, steady undressing. From the delicate dip of her collarbone, down the silk-wrapped curve of her waist, to the slit that revealed the smooth line of her thigh.

And lower. And then—back up.

Lingering.

She swallowed.

He had never looked at her like that before. Not like he was pretending. Not like there was a camera nearby. Not like he had to.

This wasn’t for show.

And that made it dangerous.

“Come here,” he said.

It wasn’t a suggestion.

It was a command, low and gritted, like it had clawed its way from the center of his chest.

Her throat tightened. No smart remark came. Her signature tongue—sharp and ready—fell strangely silent. Not out of fear. Out of instinct.

Because some primal part of her recognized the shift. The lion wasn’t sleeping anymore. And she had no interest in poking it.

So she obeyed.

Each step closer was like walking into the mouth of something she knew she couldn’t tame. Her breath was shallow, her hands suddenly useless at her sides, her heart beating a little too fast to ignore.

The moment she was close enough, his hands found her waist—rough, sure, claiming—and dragged her down to straddle him with a sharp yelp. Her thighs bracketed his, the dress slipping higher. His hands didn’t falter. They slid up her sides with the reverence of someone touching fire and welcoming the burn.

His eyes found hers again, dark with intent.

Not lust.

Possession.

She gasped, her body instinctively melting into his, her arms locking around his neck as if her limbs had a will of their own. Their faces were close—too close. Warm breath mingled in the sliver of space that still remained, their mouths brushing but never quite touching.

His hands traveled again—slow, calculated, like he was trying to memorize the map of her. She felt every inch of it, every pause, every press of his fingers against the curves of her waist, the dip of her spine.

They panted—both of them. Not from exertion. From restraint.

The air was thick with something unsaid.

Heavy. Dangerous. Sin.

She could feel it vibrating between their bodies like static. Like something alive. And for the first time since they’d signed the contracts, since they’d posed and smiled and lied—

None of it felt fake.

Not the way his hands refused to let go.

Not the way her lips tilted just slightly forward, breath catching.

Not the way he looked at her like he already knew what she tasted like—and wanted to be reminded.

“Let’s make a deal,” he growled, voice low and ragged, the syllables vibrating against her lips. His face was so close now—foreheads almost brushing, noses grazing. And yet, he didn’t kiss her. Not yet. The restraint was maddening.

His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging in just enough to make her breath hitch again. It wasn’t possessive.

It was warning.

He inhaled, slow and deliberate, the tip of his nose trailing along the curve of her cheek as he buried his face in the space between her ear and jaw. Her scent hit him like a drug—something soft, expensive, and maddeningly her. The kind of scent that lingered. That haunted.

She shivered under the attention, hands fisting against his chest.

“A deal?” she managed, her voice thin and unsteady, despite how hard she tried to control it. “What kind of deal?”

He leaned back just enough to meet her eyes again. His were darker now—stormy, intense, like they were seconds away from pulling her under.

“We add a little clause, not tell our managers, relieve each other of our stress from time to time,” he rasped, hips pivoting forward to brush against her body, sending a jolt through her spine. She gasped, her body on its own accords, rolling her hips against him in a desperation unique to itself.

He kissed her then.

Not the way the cameras caught.

Not the way their contracts outlined.

But real and hungry.

A kiss that didn’t ask permission, only took. Mouths crashing, breathing ragged, hands wandering—desperate to claim what had been off-limits for too long. It was clumsy and hungry and alive, all teeth and tongues and muffled gasps. She gripped his jaw, nails scraping, and he groaned into her mouth, pulling her closer until there was nothing left to hide behind.

No audience. No script.

Just them.

And it was a deal.

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maxverstappen1 mijn lieve liefde 💗 (my sweet love)

nightmareordaydream king of my heart 🫶🏻

user my roman empire is her using her own lyrics for max 😭

redbullracing our fav couple 😍

user not the red bull admin simping

redbullracing 🫣

user stop with the fake dating already

user stop with the hate comments?

user well we know they will never stop 🤷🏻‍♀️

lando I thought we were playing paddle today?

maxverstappen1 can’t make it mate, too busy

lando busy doing what huh?

user playing with his 🐱 lando

lando what…oh

nightmareordaydream @lando 😉