[Trasher02]

I'm curious.
I'll post mine laterp

[Trasher02]

Ok Nevcermind here it goes

Across the ocean
Oh, just a little more complicated
I thought I met you
Well, just a little more conversation
I hit the bottom
Well, just a little more intoxicated
I wanna see you
Well, baby here we go again

I don't know I've been told
You never do grow old
No no no
I don't wanna see your scrummy face again
No no no
I don't wanna be the guy that's always sad
No no no
I don't wanna be one that's left in bed
No no no...

Just a little know-how
Yeah babe a little know-how
I wait in between these enemy lines
Just to see who's right or wrong

Do you feel miserable tonight?
Don't you worry it'll be alright
What's the number of your hotel-room?
You're like a burning flower in bloom, in bloom

You'll be sorry when you see
You'll be sorry when you see
You'll be sorry when you see
Oh, that I have grown, grown, grown

You'll be sorry when you see
You'll be sorry when you see
You'll be sorry when you see
Oh, that I have grown, grown, grown


Pretty standard but they express things well .

[Alex's Trip]

Not lyrics, more of a poem, if you'd call them that.

Bedtime Monologue

I'm too afraid to sleep tonight.
I'm afraid of what I might say.
But I'm more afraid that no one will be listening.
Oh, did I mention I'm a sleep talker?
I sleep walk too.
Likewise, I'm afraid of what I'll do tonight.

Have you ever woke up in the shower at three in the morning?
I don't remember what I dreamt that night.
Have you ever had a dream only to find out that it actually happened?
That makes every dream a potential nightmare.
Have you ever heard of sexomnia?
Let's hope I get laid before it comes to that.

Repost This

“Why do you repost those stupid bulletins, Alex? You know you won’t really be killed by the spirit of a skank that got beat do death by some gang raping frat boys.”

“Oh, I know. I’m not doing it to save myself. I copy, paste, and repost with a small hope that some of my 108 asshole friends do get killed by the attention seeking self hating suicidal loser that offed himself when some jock picked on him.”

“But what if one of your good friends winds up dead at the bottom of the very same sewer that some art chick was pushed into by some plastic wannabe with the cheerleader friends rooting her on?”

“I suppose that is a risk I’m willing to take.”

“Do you really think anyone will die?”

“I don’t know. All I can do is repost and hope.”

“Why do you hope such terrible things?”

“Why do people do the terrible things I repost?”

“Because they’re trying too hard to be cool? Because they’re taking it too far? Because they want to be accepted so badly, they’ll do anything for it. Because they can’t be happy knowing innocent, happy, normal people are out there?”

“Yeah…more or less.”

I Got My Soul, If You Got My Back

"You're going to Hell, Alex."

Don't worry, I have my own religion. It's got two Heavens. I'm free, Leah. Free to do whatever I want because I believe it real hard. Sometimes I scrunch my nose up real hard just thinking about it. Abby thinks it's cute, but she'll kill herself worrying about me bursting a blood vessel. I'm not scared though. If I do, I'll be one vein closer to one of those Heavens I told you about.

But, Leah? I do want you to save me. It's nice to know you care. You mean well. That is more than I can say for Rachel (I might create a Hell, just for her).

Don't worry, Leah. I may be a Godless asshole, but I'm not a Godless idiot. And, Leah? Please don't worry about yourself, either. You've got a smile to swoon Satan, and a body to blow Buddha away. You'll work wonders on St. Peter at those Pearly Gates.

And for the record, I hope you get into the Heaven that I get into. I'll hope harder than ever.

[Trasher02]

Originally Posted by Alex's Trip

I don't remember what I dreamt that night.

I don't know why but I LUV Tahta line

This is the newest thing I wrote

In the center of the night
Lurid thoughts left to exchange
Like a drug that never ends

Roaming clouds, so pale
Make the Bedroomwalls become stale
Impossible to blend

I will shatter you like glass
I’ll leave everything once sane
Different dimension, different man

[ZEROpumpkins]

Here's the lyrics and structure to The Bandit by Easy Now:
Verse 1
Once when travelling down a lonely road, I ran into a bandit true /
He said he came from a lonely land, postcode twenty double two
He spake "Give me your money! Any valuables you may own" /
When you wake in riches you can afford to sleep alone

Chorus
Oh Bandit, you desperate man /
Tell me stories like I know you can

Verse 2
This lonely lord had eyes of steel, and a heart of blackest coal /
As I speak to him, in his blackened mind, the stone beigins to roll
With a crack of his whip and a flare of his nose, he rode into the sun /
Some men are born leaders, some man are born to run

Chorus

Guitar Solo

Chorus

Bridge

Verse 3
Now hasten to tell you a secret, less you sorely need /
When I speak of this masked bandit, he has no gun, no steed
He's a bandit of smiles and handshakes, of a market thats not even real /
Oh bandit, I implore you. Tell me how it feels

I don't think Verse 3 made the final version. Anyway my bandmate wrote these lyrics.

[SpectralJulianIsNotDead]

Here's some lyrics I wrote recently about a bird that somehow got trapped inbetween the shutters and the window in my house. They kind of suck. But all my lyrics suck.

Untitled (work in progress)
You're trapped behind an invisible wall
so you scream and you shout and struggle and call
not for help, that's too abstract for you
but not for me, so I'll see what I can do
I'll get some gloves because contact kills
and I hate the taste of omoxocyllin pills

but also, you don't want my scent
as it would lead you to premature death
So go, it's time to float or fly,
to sink or die a gruesome death
between the canines of a large feline


Untitled 2 (work in progress, note I sort of rip-off the Buzzcock's line "now I'm living in this movie and it doesn't move me")

I see you walking toward the bar
You're moving just like you're a movie star
Ingrid Bergman's a stretch to far
you're not Greta Garbot, but maybe Lucille Balle.

that's all I got so far.

[Savage Clone]

GALLEON
A word to thee, who sails the sea
In search of gold and freedom
You'll come to naught but a watery end
Should ye see the drifting galleon.

They lived for rum and riches
The stars did guide them well
No lords, no gods, no masters
The galleon served them well.

With clouds of black came starless night
And a sense of great foreboding
They felt the strength of Fate's cruel hand
A chill wind was a-blowin'.

The wind had voice they knew had not
Been heard in timeless aeon
And in the deep below them now
Awakened great Leviathan.

They knew the taste of freedom
Of lust for blood and gold
And now they drift eternal
Bound to their ancient lord.

[luxinterior]

Does anyone else have an mp3 of theirs?

[Trasher02]

http://www.badongo.com/file/7107812

Here's the mp3 of the first song I've posted.

[raging_nelly]

She takes my hand,
But I don't understand
where she's taking me
or what I might see
in the promised land.

Sheep that glow,
oh so slow in the night time
trance ringtones or yr. old phone
come on lets go.

Since I broke away
The culture keeps on growing everyday.
And now theres nowereh left to run
Seems all you need is glowsticks to have fun.

(a little ditty about the 'nu-rave' fad of 2007... www.myspace.com/myboyslashmygirl ... check em out hehe)

[raging_nelly]

See those boys they look like twats,
Reckon they're in-bed acrobats,
They never ever really think about,
What goes up must go down,

(Chorus)
My peers!
My peers!
My peers!
My peers!

It's always that one sunday night,
Their technique is always shite,
Psuedo bravado goes on and on,
But who can't put a condom on?

(Chorus)

My peers!
With their ugly muscles,
My peers!
Some are quite tall,
My peers!
You don't wanna see their eyes,
My peers!
Or their long straggly hair,
My peers!

***

Haha, about my firned who couldnt keep it up. Had to generalise it about 'people like that' to coz he got too upset hehe.

[Cantankerous]

i made up/rearranged some new lyrics to the song moonshiner because i couldnt remember them, ill go dig around for that momentarily. i need to go get a carton of cigarettes, i'll look for it when i do.
edit: actually here it was like ten feet away on the coffee table

ive been a moonshiner
for 17 long yrs
ive spent all my money
on whiskey and beer
//
i sit in some barroom
and drink with my friends
god bless them pretty women
i wish i looked like them
//
i go to some hollow
and drink at my still
if the whiskey don't kill me
then i don't know what will
etc etc etc
basically it's all smimilar to the original words just rearranged andi think i changed like one line maybe

[evollove]

When I was a rich man
I'd eat gold with every meal
I'd walk in a room and the kings would kneel

Pipedream
Through the hole in my heart

When I was an attractive man
I'd be seen at every scene
I'd knock on a door and they'd let me in.

Pipedream
Through the hole in my heart

[Rob Instigator]

the man once known as cheeto55
instigates better than any man alive
make you a salad of lettuce and endive
so floatingslowly's turds take a toilet dive

cleaning out his colon via gastric bypass
geriatric tubing makes floating pass gas
can't control his anus, rhymes suck like john stamos
can't compete with me cuz I am the most famous

The Instigator devastator, anti-bush demonstrator
leaves tips for the waiter, not a cheap perpetrator
does not sport boots of ostrich or gator
leaves his lady all sore, he's a deep penetrator

so what you gonna bring to this battle floatingslowly?
I'm the rap Baloo to your hip-hop Mowgli
teaching you the ropes from the high to the lowly
leave your brain baked like a spinach stromboli

*****

with shit slurry dippin'
poop chute slippin'
Jenkem bottle yr grippin'
sniff it up and start trippin'

headed for a rap sarcoma
Frozen up in Oklahoma
too much Okie Noodlin'
gives you bad catfish trauma

Yr tornado alley schemes
and wack rhyme routines
old and played like Brylcreem
are far less than they seem

With mad-vision like the Hubble
I deduce yr rhyme troubles
One hit wonder like the Buggles
soft as a bear selling Snuggle

On and On and On got the dope routines
Light up the glass bong, don't use no screens
beat you down for a song, got the ways and means
you best head to the john, 'fore yr shit hits yr jeans.

[shentov]

it'd be pretty hard for you guys to understand mine, since they are in Bulgarian hehe.
someday, if i bother to translate sth, i will post a bit, well.. maybe

[shentov]

@ Rob Instigator-

You cannot give Reputation to the same post twice.

wish i could, though

[luxinterior]

I don't write lyrics...because I don't write songs. So here is a poem that seems like it could be structured in that way, at least more than some of the others I have written. It is easy to imagine it having music, if that is the point of this.

Planks

The balcony was dark and still
All the posters peeling off the walls
I drew a new direction
To pass time on my own side of the room
From the corner of the stage you can see all the people out of tune

In the past I always tore up the planks
And I never put new ones down
We travel terrible miles within bounds of the night
I’m laying the planks down now


I meant for it to be about the things that happen in life that force us to change, for the better.

[Trasher02]

Latest thing I wrote:

I pave the way
For love and decay
Resent/repent
The needlessly brave

Soaked in fear
And make-belief
We turn and pay
For an honest display

[Green_mind]

off the wall, down the drain
the wooden pipe drowns my brain
in peace, peace, peace when I'm feeling lame
pathetic peace replaces the strain

[Glice]

Originally Posted by Savage Clone

GALLEON
A word to thee, who sails the sea
In search of gold and freedom
You'll come to naught but a watery end
Should ye see the drifting galleon.

They lived for rum and riches
The stars did guide them well
No lords, no gods, no masters
The galleon served them well.

With clouds of black came starless night
And a sense of great foreboding
They felt the strength of Fate's cruel hand
A chill wind was a-blowin'.

The wind had voice they knew had not
Been heard in timeless aeon
And in the deep below them now
Awakened great Leviathan.

They knew the taste of freedom
Of lust for blood and gold
And now they drift eternal
Bound to their ancient lord.

Metre! Rhyming scheme!

The problem with lyrics is they nearly always look shit written down. No offence to anyone here - and I'd post my own lyrics if I didn't know this to be true - but lyrics nearly always look shit written down.

The above has a rhyming scheme and thus works as poetry; it also doesn't quite rhyme, but does scan, so is oral poetry, which is only a few feet away from decent lyrics. This last sentence in no way validates Bob Dylan, who was always shit.