Fix what’s wrong, but don’t rewrite what the artist wrote. Stick to the official released version — album booklet, label site, verified lyric video, etc. If you’re guessing, pause and double-check.
Respect the structure
Songs have rhythm. Pages do too. Leave line breaks where they belong. Don’t smash things together or add extra empty space just for looks.
Punctuation counts (but vibe-editing doesn’t)
Correct typos? Yes. Re-punctuating a whole verse because it ‘looks better’? Probably not. Keep capitalization and punctuation close to the official source.
Don’t mix versions
If you’re editing the explicit version, keep it explicit. If it’s the clean version, keep it clean. No mashups.
Let the lyrics be lyrics
This isn’t the place for interpretations, memories, stories, or trivia — that’s what comments are for. Keep metadata, translations, and bracketed stage directions out unless they’re officially part of the song.
Edit lightly
If two lines are wrong… fix the two lines. No need to bulldoze the whole page. Think ‘surgical,’ not ‘remix.’
When in doubt, ask the crowd
Not sure what they’re singing in that fuzzy bridge? Drop a question in the comments and let the music nerds swarm. Someone always knows.
I love the title of this song—love so many of the titles that Budd gives his songs. When I was doing my own compilation cds, I liked to title the cd with the lead song and would use this lovely instrumental as the first song so I could title the cd—She Dances By the Light of the Silvery Moon—always a delight for the ladies who would get these individually created cds as gifts—complete with exotic cover and disc art.
Off the album “By the Dawn’s Early Light,” I listened to the cd for the first time and said—oh man! He’s speaking poetry! I hate poetry!—back in my poetry is so boring days. I’d skip past it. So these strange angels showed up in my life and in the play they were putting on (they would add other people to their silly stories all the time …) the angels said, Harold is our friend. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, sure … but okay, I’ll humor you. And in this tale—they called the episode “Angel Talk”—they started out singing “Brother Can You Spare a Dime” as though they were looking for contributions—something I always frowned on—even though this was a fantasy—but giving the idea that instead of talking, they were just going to sing songs. This was angel humor—at times, quite the stretch—poking fun at me moaning about the poetry on his album—which I explained as tactfully as possible given that I had agreed to play along and here I was—telling this poet that his creations were … well … boring. A fun day …
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I love the title of this song—love so many of the titles that Budd gives his songs. When I was doing my own compilation cds, I liked to title the cd with the lead song and would use this lovely instrumental as the first song so I could title the cd—She Dances By the Light of the Silvery Moon—always a delight for the ladies who would get these individually created cds as gifts—complete with exotic cover and disc art.
Off the album “By the Dawn’s Early Light,” I listened to the cd for the first time and said—oh man! He’s speaking poetry! I hate poetry!—back in my poetry is so boring days. I’d skip past it. So these strange angels showed up in my life and in the play they were putting on (they would add other people to their silly stories all the time …) the angels said, Harold is our friend. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, sure … but okay, I’ll humor you. And in this tale—they called the episode “Angel Talk”—they started out singing “Brother Can You Spare a Dime” as though they were looking for contributions—something I always frowned on—even though this was a fantasy—but giving the idea that instead of talking, they were just going to sing songs. This was angel humor—at times, quite the stretch—poking fun at me moaning about the poetry on his album—which I explained as tactfully as possible given that I had agreed to play along and here I was—telling this poet that his creations were … well … boring. A fun day …