Fun With Word Clouds

As I work on demos for the next album, I’ve been thinking a lot about lyrics, naturally. Then I decided to have a little fun with the lyrics on our releases so far, and make word clouds out of them.

Here’s what happens when you plop all 40 Sci-Fi Romance original songs into a word cloud generator (I used wordclouds.com)

All Lyrics wordcloud

I was a little surprised “Don’t” made such a strong showing, but I realized it shows up in the choruses of at least four songs, so there you go.

Then I broke down each album, and tried to generate clouds in thematically-appropriate shapes. Here’s our latest, Dust Among the Stars.

Dust wordcloud

There’s “Don’t” again. I think it’s mostly from the songs “Autumn Waltz” and “Please Don’t Cry.” Here’s a look at The Ghost of John Henry.

John Henry wordcloud

“Love” feels about right. Finally, the first album, …and surrender my body to the flames.

Surrender wordcloud

Ok, I know I said, “finally”…but, actually finally, I decided to do one more. The EPs don’t really have enough songs on them to have a ton of lyrics, but since the site had this one more particular shape that was perfect, I decided to do our EP October, where all the songs were inspired by classic horror movies.

October wordcloud

There’s “don’t” again, but “Dead” and “Break” seem totally appropriate. I really like these. I’ll probably do one for the new record, and if you make any for your band, or your favorite artists (or authors), link to them in the comments or or Facebook or Twitter. I’d love to see them.

The Fall of the House of Usher, 1960

Through twisted trees the wind blows cold
This crawling haze it fills my soul
And I’m looking down

Wicked blood through wicked veins
This blackened ground it knows my name
And I’m looking down

I say break, break, break
Break, break, break
Break, break, break

Born to be what I’ve become
Sins of fathers, sins of sons
The time is almost come

Sins beyond what can be saved
The walls have cracked beneath the weight
The time is almost come

And I say break, break, break
Break, break, break
O bury me beneath these stones
A fallen name in a fallen home
Break, break, break

Dracula, 1931

It’s an old, old world
And a dead one, a dead one to me
They’re cold, cold nights
Laid out, laid out at my feet

O forever is not what it seemed
A collection of dry centuries
O lost to my wearisome fate
I’m the one thing that I can’t escape

It’s a strong, strong need
That burns, it burns in my chest
These long, long years
Since I, since I knew rest

O forever is not what it seemed
A collection of dry centuries
O lost to my wearisome fate
I’m the one thing that I can’t escape