Have you ever had a melody stuck in your head but didn’t know what words to put with it? Or perhaps you’ve filled journals with poems but never learned how to turn them into song lyrics?
The course taught him that lyrics were just rhythm in disguise. He learned to map out the stresses in his sentences. He stopped trying to force big, intelligent words into small, catchy melodies. He learned that "I am incredibly lonely tonight" didn't sing as well as "The bed's too wide." He learned about prosody —the marriage of sound and meaning. If the melody went up, the emotion should go up. If the melody dropped, the words should land like a punch.
The coffee’s cold, the curtain’s torn, There’s a ghost in the corner of the room. I’m just a silhouette since you’ve been gone, Waiting for the dawn to break the gloom.