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I'll prally post songs of mine here for feed back... Were a very versitile band with 5 people who sing, and play. So i'll post the genre (rap, rock, punk, pop, etc.)


Lil' Rich Boy. (Our Only Heavy Metal Song)

I wanna kill something like a monkey named bob.
But I can’t cuz I’m a stuck up snob
And I have to pay someone else to do it
Because I’m to rich to do it,
And I have lots of money in my hands,
And I’m trying to make you all understand
That I am a psycho born proud and true
And all my money makes me better then you.

So; Dont you wish you were rich like me,
So you could do what I do!
And look down on poor, pathetic,
Worthless people, kinda like you!

Here I am a silly rich boy,
Looking at you like your my toy,
And I got nothing better to do.
Then do anything I want to,
Too anyone I want to,
Especially to a bitch like you,
Yeah, you, a Semi-ignorant fool,
Who is just my tool.
To make more - Money

So; Dont you wish you were rich like me,
So you could do what I do!
And look down on poor, pathetic,
Worthless people, kinda like you!

I will Live forever, never gonna die,
I will be Rich forever, cuz I got a cry-
Ogenical chamber to keep me alive,
Every night when I sleep, so ill survive.
And at this rate ill live to be
Ninety Nine Hundred and Ninety
fishING FIVE!
On your declination I will strive.
Your my fishin’ worker inside.  
My moneymaking bee hive.

So; Dont you wish you were rich like me,
So you could do what I do!
And look down on poor, pathetic,
Worthless people. Kinda like YOUUU!
 

oo thats not bad.  i've definatly heard worse from really popular groups.  so whats your band called?

We are "Thee Unknown Artists" we have a semi popular song called "The Song With No Words." its kinda ironic. Anyways the Lil Rich Boy looks horrible on paper... but the song pumps you up bad makes you mad you know?

The Sogn With No Words (Punk Rock)

(Crowd cheers) Sing that one song that’s not on your CD!
(Crowd Shouts) WOOOOO, we Love that song, yeah!

Why do you ask me to sing it,
When it makes me feel like, such a hypocrite
When you cheer me, it fishin’ hurts
When I don’t even know, the fishin’ words,
And, I’m sick of this goddamn shit,
Well that’s just how I feel about it.

Well, I don’t know the words to this song,
Will you care if I sing this wrong,
Hey, I doubt anyone even kno-Ohs
How this goddamn song goes.

Why do you cheer, for this bullshit?
This song makes me feel, like a fishin’ idiot
Its seems you want me, to be happy,
I mean you’ve given me, all this money
And yet, you ask me to sing
Something so fishing depressing.

Well, I don’t know the words to this song,
Will you care if I sing this wrong,
Hey, I doubt anyone even kno-Ohs
How this goddamn song goes.

Then the music will stop, my voice flows
And I’ll worry not, cuz everyone knows
that I AM the greatest, even critics praise
When I leave all my fans, in a haze, craze and daze.

Cuz, I DON’T EVEN KNOW THE WORDS TO THIS SONG,
But, you won’t care if I sing this wrong,
Hey, I doubt anyone even knows
What I’m singin’ when the music goes.

(Crowd chants) Again! Again! Again! Again!
End

(Note: we dont have a CD but we have syntisizers and stuff that make it seem like a buncha people yelling. When we put theis on tape, gives it a live feel.)

ooo that is a very different kind of song.  i kinda like it.  you guys should get a cd and send me a free copy LOL.

The Mouth (This is a combination of Rap and Rock)

You sat up.
You gat up.
You woke up.
Then you spoke up.

And now you have a monster coming after you,
Because you’re the only fool that insulted the hair do.
But now you’re terrified, of the fact that all your friends lied,
And the worlds gonna end. You have no more luck to spend.

Cuz you got nowhere to hide, and you got nowhere to run.
Cuz you don’t even know, where he’s comin’ from.
You call home and get your brother on the line
But even he don’t wanna listen to you whine

So you ask for your mother, to get on the phone,
But she’s real busy, click, now you’re all alone.
CRACK! Darkness sets in,
This three-week coma, is the penance for your sin.
 

I think that is my favortie out of the three you posted here.  

This is the song we DO have on a CD we send it to record labels and radio stations and such. Trying ot makes some $$. But no you cant havea  free one.


The Blut Rote Hölle Star.  (Grunge-ish Light Rockish a little to)

Welcome to my bar, you wanna get drunk you dont have to walk far.
Alcohol is free or on the house, you wanna get laid, just lift a girls blouse.
Because this is my bar, The Blut Rote Hölle Star.

Right at the door there’s your prefect whore
Beer at the bar, and the shit you’ve never heard of,
Drink two shots you’ll be high like a dove.
The floor is sticky, you can’t place why,
Till a rotting dead guy catches your eye,
The ceiling is covered with stars and planets
The statues along the wall, are all granite.

Welcome to my bar, you wanna get drunk you dont have to walk far.

Dont look at the man in the middle of the room, he’s Jack
He’ll kill you, slit your throat, and never look back.
But he’s a nice guy if you’re good at chess,
You better let him win if you want your heart in your chest.
Jack-off Johnny back left corner,
Him, and his favorite girlie porner,
They’ll sit, drink and screw all night,
So when you hear the moans just sit tight.
Look at the blonde chick over your shoulder,
She’ll hold yer dick and you dont even need a quarter,
You can bang her and give her the boot, be sleazy.
But don’t get me wrong she’s not a prostitute, just easy.

Alcohol is free or on the house, you wanna get laid, just lift a girls blouse.

The drunk in the back his names eddy,
He’s really nice a fluffy like a teddy,
But beware for when the tap runs dry
His eyes will water and he’ll begin to cry.
In the other corner you have jimmy the nose,
No one really knows what he knows,
Everyone thinks he used to be a army scout
Because he can tell you anything you care to learn about.
Ah yes Jamie the smoker,
Pft, The lil’ marijuana toker,
Not much about that evil joker
She has a guy, but he’s to high to poke her.

Because this is my bar, The Blut rote Hölle Star.

Look over their, theirs lord of the tavern,
100 years old born and in Todes cavern.
Everyone says that he’s still tough,
You think you can tell by his look, it’s gruff.
There in the front, is Jake the fake,
I won’t deny that he’s good at pool,
And one day he’ll get caught cheating the fool.
Plus, he’ll sell you a TV, a car, a Rolex,
But he’s a sucker for kiddy sex.
Vampria in black, the gothic,
She and her friends all lesbionic
I hate it when they hold each other close,
I think the whole group is totally gross

Alcohol is free or on the house, you wanna get laid, just lift a girls blouse.

There’s Paul, you should pay his toll,
If you give enough he’ll save your soul,
Then you’ll be on Gods ultimate supreme A-list,
Even though Paul is a convicted rapist, and known atheist.
Arrest ‘em Jim, sitting near the bar,
Tons of drugs sitting in his car,
He pulls over girls, asks to rub, and then threatens with a ticket.
And pulls out his Billy club. Now where you think he’ll stick it?
Theirs an asshole over there, who will make you skin itch,
He smells like he’s been dead for years in a drainage ditch.
He never takes a bath, he never even thinks,
He always sits stares and drinks.

Welcome to the bar of eternity, a tough outer shell.
Welcome to the bar of eternity, the bar from hell.

Theirs the wench that brings the cheer,
Not in her body, but in her beer,
Even though she’s a fugly one,
Someone told me she has a son. Ick!
War hero of old, he says won a battle,
Killing soldiers from a horse’s saddle,
Yet the truth be told after a little beer,
He wasn’t a hero he ran in fear.
And finally theirs the freaky old barkeep.
He’s a fanatic, the owner, he never does sleep.
He keeps a club under the glass,
In case he needs to crack the skulls of an ass.

You wanna get a guy, a chick or a child,
Or maybe you wanna, screw an animal wild.
Its all O.K., because this is my bar, The Blut Rote Hölle Star.
You wanna leave but you can’t find the exit,
Maybe that’s because one never did exist,
Welcome to The Blood Red Hell Star,
Enjoy your stay at the bar of the bizarre.

end.


My band and I agree this is our best preformance at 6 mins. And we usely end up singing it a couple times when we in a bar, cuzza request.

you need to make a cd.  i would totally buy it!!!  these lyrics are getting better and better everytime you post them.  Your rhymes are awesome

Yeah well record deals are tough to get...

Voodoo Battles (Rap, with a nice punkish baseline)

Voodoo stand off - head full of fire,
Losing means eternal banishment into the mire.
-- Of Pain

Bat wings, newt’s eye’s and pig snouts,
Pickled eyes, and a few quick shouts.
Causes the ground to rumble under his feet,
His counter causes my skin to secrete
A foul little substance, it burns my mind
But to this lil’ caster I shall not be kind

Voodoo stand off - head full of fire,
Losing means eternal banishment into the mire.
-- Of Desperation

I say a little spell to cause major hydration,
He summons fire from the sky, weak retaliation.
Fire hits me bounces off like jelly,
Then a spike of earth protrudes from his belly,
He laughs and giggles as he phases out,
From my chest a dagger does spout.

Voodoo stand off - head full of fire,
Losing means eternal banishment into the mire.
-- Of Decay

Lost two in a row cant give up now,
Pull out my scepter, bone from a cow,
Spin around and catch his jaw,
He won’t under estimate me now,
Again the ground between our feet begins to shake
I giggle as he falls, it was just an earthquake

Voodoo stand off - head full of fire,
Losing means eternal banishment into the mire.
-- Of Nothingness

As he’s one the ground, he is secured
Bye the vines on his throat, victory assured.
A egg forms from then air,
Falls onto his chest, him unaware,
As it burrows and hatches.
Every part of his body suddenly detaches,
From the pits of the unholy mire comes...A squirrel?

End.

I only have one more copy writed song to post. But after that i have some nice poems. Thank you btw, for enjoying my lyrics.

I wish I could here the music with these.  they are really catchy :)  So hurry up and get that record deal.

Last post for the night, G'night its now Noon at night :P. BTW weve been doing this since i was a freshman. junior now. School tomarrow. bleh mind tired. Night again, im sure ill fand more songs tomarrow for you.


Girl, A song of Hate (Good old fashiond pure and unscathed rock and roll.)

I like the little girl giggle, with the big girl jiggle.
I want the little short girl, cuz she’ll rock my world.

Look at that one, she got the jiggle,
I take one glance, and shout higgle biggle.
I get up close, and try to get her number,
All’s I can think about is to be her tumbler.
It would just be my luck if she was some skit-so,
But a girl that hot, would I care? HELL NO!

I like the little girl giggle, with the big girl jiggle.
I want the little short girl, she’ll rock my world.

So we been going for a month, an I was right,
But all her personalities are oh so tight,
One little snag, and its about her dad,
The fact that I’m dating his daughter, makes him mad.
And It turns out that he’s the mid-west version of Tony soprano.
But a girl that hot, do you think I care? HELL NO!

I like the little girl giggle, with the big girl jiggle.
I want the little short girl, she’ll rock my world.

Now its our one year anniversary,
I found out she’s playing me.
Shes seeing other guys,
I’m not the only man in her eyes.
So I lose my temper - I slap that bitch.
One week later I’m found dead in a ditch.

So if you ever meet one cute little hoe.
You find out she’s crazy? SCREAM HELL NO!

LOL  well goodnight.  its 1:30 my time and i should be going to sleep to.  thanx for posting these lyrics.  they are lots of fun :)  

Hmmm, nice. A few spelling mistakes though. :P

not bad. good luck

these are great.  hope you get a record deal.

SS don't get started on spelling mistakes.  I almost did once but it was just driving me crazy.  to many people can't spell corecly on this forum(including my LOL)

Yeah but a forum is different to song lyrics. :P

yeah i geuss thats true LOL  

Since when does it matter how your spelling is when;

Lyrics are sung not read?
You pull in a couple K on friday night and the week ends?
And when tons of people like the song as is?

The spelling matters when you release a CD with the lyrics on the inside cover. :P

Although if you are already getting money, that is fine. ;)

Nightmare's Salt (It is rockish, but it also has a really low tempo)

(In my nightmare) I want to fight,
(In my nightmare) I want to kill,
(In my nightmare) I want to ride,
                             I think I will.

                             I will be mad,
                             I will be sad,
                             I will be crazed,
                             It’s all I have.
     
(In my nightmare) I have to love,
(In my nightmare) I have to rot,
(In my nightmare) I have to hate,
                             And you cannot.

                             The salt of war,
                             The salt of peace,
                             Salt to survive.
                             In my nightmare, Forever, salt.

                             You cannot stop,
                             You cannot try,
                             You cannot even,
                             Wonder why.

(In my nightmare) I want to go,
(In my nightmare) I want to run,
(In my nightmare) I want to state,
                             That nothings fun.

                             Nothing will die,
                             Nothing will live,
                             Nothing will care,
                             And nothing will.

(In my nightmare) I will be strong,
(In my nightmare) I will beware,
(In my nightmare) I will excape,
                             From this Nightmare.

(In my nightmare) I will control,
(In my nightmare) I will not fault,
(In my nightmare) I fill your wounds,
                             With curing salt.

                             The salt of war,
                             The salt of peace,
                             Salt to survive.
                             In my nightmare, Forever, salt.  

ooo salt is good.  but not as good as sugar :)

This is called Power it is just a poem. And a note, my band members give me a chorus or a verse and expect me to make a song... Usely they just becomes poems... So if somhting sounds similar or seems similar its prally from a string of words floating in my head that never was converted to song.

I  see you there in this fight, trying to own me,
Then when it’s over you say I’m your homey,
Trying to be down, yet you dont even know me,
And I believe that you’re only.

Trying to get into my brain,
Trying to find out just how I train,
Trying to find a way to flush my style in the drain,
Trying to pick me apart, it’s insane.

That you think you can even match me,
That you think you can ever be,
That you think you can take my skills slowly,
That you think you can just shake my ability.

Off, but my name is impossible to kill,
And I’m the only one, who has the skill,
To be the best, and everyone knows that i will,
Not tolerate you, or teach you to Drill.

Yourself to be great,
Yourfeet through a granite slate,
Yourhands to crush a steel plate,
And finally to project yourmind Strait.

Into others,
To hurt my brothers,
To destroy another,
To make their brain smother.

Into dust, so just be gone,
Before i send you where you belong.

Are we allowd to double an' tripple post...?

no but I geuss you can if your posting your songs.  

Well I guess i'll have to... I will try not to tripple post. But ill prally have to double post for little feed back.

This poem is called Tick. I have never once in any way shape or form gotten good feed back off this poem but i like it. its sad, in a way... I guess some words effect some more then others...

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick,
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick,
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick,

Twenty one ticks ago
I found my self staring, strait out the window
The snowy sky, clouded my mine, filled it with air,
And left me wonderin’ what was out there,
For a fool like me, even in "reality."

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick,

Twenty-nine ticks ago, when i was aslee'.
My life was boring, extremely easy.
I finished my math test, score unknown
Listening to the ticks – A clocks deafening tone.
It seemed to be speaking to me,
Telling me to flea, This thing we call "reality."

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick,

Soon after my pen and papers spoke up,
Instantly, Insanely, my mind woke up.
And pathetically i began to write this poem,
The window left cold, and all alone.
Only twenty-one ticks have passed, but that’s three rows of seven,
With a little twist of imagination, twenty-one is thirty-seven,
---Hence the poem about the ticks,
---That started 21, but now 37 ticks ago, even in "Reality"  

When i first started reading it, i thought it would take a more predictable path.  but it didn't.  I like that :)  It surprised me a little  

This is called Damnit... Everyone loves this one... I thoink its hell-air-ee-us


It’s three in the morn’ my mind is spent.
And idea was born, and off I went.

To Kelly’s house strait down the way,
Now let me tell you about the next day.

A finger shown from a car passing by,
But I could not figure out just quite why,

Then i realized the car, was the car of tucker,
Must be about his girl, but all’s I did was fuck her.

Rock through his windshield, ran across the street,
Relaxed on the curb, just to rest my feet.

Back to Kelly’s house for one lil’ quickie,
But now I think she’s mad about her hair getting sticky,

Cuz, we was haven fun, but she stopped before I knew it
Gah, now I have blue balls, man I shoulda blew it.

umm quick question why would her hair be sticky if you stopped???  there would be no reason for it to be sticky having not bin exsposed.  but I still like it.   :D  

The night before is when her hair got sticky. This time she stoped before he "blew it," so he has blue balls instead. Get it? Anyways this one is just weird its called Imagination

I walk through the halls of my mind one night,
Bumped into a tree, and started a fight,
Watched the damn thing up root in fright,
Run down the road and then take flight.

Because In the mind of a madman,
Things happen, noone understands,
A scar forms from a wound never taken,
Warmth from a cold never shaken.

This is the land where the impossible happens
This is the land where the world has no ends
Bounds, or anything for that matter
This world contains nothing to shatter,

Except will! Will and imagination,
That result in the creation.
Of monsters a horrendous beasts,
They sit down in imagined cemeterys and have feasts.

But ever once and awhile someone imagines god.
An everything is destroyed as if a death squad,
Came through and tore it all down,
Then god destroys chaos and creates bounds.

But a little wile after he gives up and gets tired,
One little kid gets inspired,
The world begins to change, colors cease to exist
And everything goes poof but here’s the twist.

We are told without god we wouldn’t be here,
But with out us would he?

Ah I gotcha just checking ;)

were you on drugs wyen you wrote that last poem.  j/k.  I like it.  It makes you think a little bit :)

ohh you like poems that make you think? :devil: Watch It

 had three people walking through my town.
They got outa’ my way when they saw me frown,
And yah know if they didn’t I’d’a’ beat them down,
Stab ‘em in the face, and then twist there head around.

Everyone knows that I’m an ass,
Justa jerk in leather at the back of the class,
He never paid attention once in the past,
Acts read dumb, but knowledge is vast.

Skinny little nerd dissed a poem I wrote,
Yeah him and a pot head on weed did tote,
So i brought my knife, and slashed there throats,
Then sat down and wrote there suicide notes.

Mess with the man with no life,
And you might end up on the end of his knife,
After there funeral he'll piss on your grave,
And one last poem for you he'll save.

Just five little stanzas about poems, drugs, and death,
Might cost a smart-ass his last breath.
And one little poem about a fatality
Could be reflecting something of reality.
 

ooo thats one kinda makes you think.  makes you think watch out for the guy who wrote thius.  so perfect title ;)  

Mmmm, yes this is both humourus and deep. I can never get the funny part to fit quite right tho :(

Here I stand, king of my town.
Here I laugh, heh, king class clown.
Here I am, king of the class
Here I sit, telling you my Past

Here I stand, king of this space
Here I laugh, at you, Disgrace
Here I am, king of hysteria
Here I sit, controlling this area

Here I Stand, king of the Earth
Here I laugh; I’m full of mirth
Here I am, brave strong and proud
Yet here I sit, upon this cloud.

Here I stand, King of the moon
Girl ill get uranus soon.
Here I am, technologies king
Here i sit, "What will the future bring?"

Here I stand king of the universe
Here I laugh, at arrogance, my curse
Here I am, in all my glory
Here I sit, weak with worry

Here I lie, in all my glory
Here I die, now end of story  

these are really good.  got some good stuff in them.
 

A gental poem, A rose./Aesthetic


A rose is a rose,
I know this to be true.
By the sight of its beautiful colors,
Its yellows, reds, and blues.

A rose is a rose,
I know this by its taste.
But if you eat a rose,
Its beauty will go to waste.

A rose is a rose,
Its smell lets me know this.
For the aroma of a rose,
Is a simple bliss.

A rose is a rose,
I know this to be true.
For when I see you touch a rose,
I see the rose touch you.

A rose is a rose,
With its own simple voice.
And I would listen to its beauty,
If I had the choice.

But a rose is just a rose,
I know this too be true.
Because I forget the beauty’s of a rose,
They can’t compare to you.

end.

Yeaaa love poems rule!

wow that was sweet :wub: .   deffinatly surprizing after reading some of your other work.  

Shit, look at byron before you say somthign like that.
There is no end/ Whoops


There is no end to;
The Smell, taste, and sound of Unmoving, but still passing air,
It is enough to make even the boldest of men stare, in awe – The disgrace.
The feeling, as if being shot into space, .esreveR nI
The taste, indescript, and the smell is similar.
Both tease your mind, like a empty mountain pass, lined with broken glass.
The peacefulness, Nay the nothingness! That started with a single slip.
Followd by a terrible
F
A
L
L
Through the blue sky, but here
There is no ground, none at all.

 

The three S's

Short,
Sweet,
and
Simple.

Signature
 

Guys, i dont wanan be Quad-riple posting so show some feed back!
yes yes, quad-RUE-ple... so what. So hre you go Sunshine.

There is no sunshine in my sunrise,
It is no surprise, that everyone I love dies.
This is not fair.
Well, I do not care, that everyone seems colder,
Less real then the darkest dreams, here.

And I know their will be no sunshine in my sunrise,
I know there is no victory, no matter how hard she tries,
To overcome the obstacles placed by fate,
To keep her from my downcast shameful eyes.

I wish some day I will be able to set it right,
Someday over come this blight, return to the light.
Live once again, and embrace her in my Love,
Comfort her when she is hurt, stumbles or falls.
But then the tempered thought reality crawls.

And I know I will never see her again, nor
Allow her intoxicating smell to send,
Me into an instant trance of ecstasy and love,
A power stronger than the divine light of above.

But here I am, still unwell in the head,
Here I sit, in my own personal hell, am I dead?
I wish it! With all my being to be free, but it will not happen.
I know no one will be freeing me, there is only one reason,
There was never sunshine in my sunrise.
 

Very touching!  I just hope this was wasn't written from personal experiance. :D

OK, I posted, so keep 'em coming!   ;)  

Ok, another Love Poem

If you believe the stories in the bible are true,
There was only Adam and Eve, like me and you.
I would spend all my money just to make you smile
Just to take you to the movies so you’d be happy for a wile.
I love you, I would do anything for you,
And I want to, so please let me be with you.

I would kill for you, I would lie for you,
I’m alive for you, I would die for you.

I have notebook, with nothing but your name.
I have a wall with your pictures, my friends think its lame.
I wish for you forever happiness and good health.
I would give my body, and spend my wealth.
To make sure you never suffer,
Girl, I worship you, I live for you.

I would kill for you, I would lie for you,
I’m alive for you, I would die for you.

Damn, I have to eat, I have to sleep.
When we rarely meet, I get scared.
I’m afraid that you’ll get snared,
In some kinda trouble. If I could keep you in bubble,
I would, so you would be safe,
I mean, It hurts when,
I can’t be with you twenty-four seven.

I guess the only answer is...
To send us both to heaven.
 

Cool.  How do yuo come up with all of this? :cool:

I can imagine this song being accompanied by a mandolin, and being performed ouside some girl's window!  LOL  

I dont mean to sound rude, but did you read the last poem? Its about a man who kills himself and his girlfriend

hey- that's not too bad :hehe:  

I did read it, and until the end, it was the perfect way to serenade a girl (just like the one before it).  ;)

I think... you need to realize how sad those poems are... anyways, this one you have to read carefully to understand whats going on in the story, Purfection The title is a Pun. The first one was wrote second and the second one was wrote first. Bleh youll understand when you read them. Ill post them seperatly tho beasue there a bit long. (These were rap/hard rock song si wrote that were rejected.)

I might slip,
I might fumble, but
Ill never fall, and I can
Can even trip or stumble.

Hey, I met this guy on Wednesday, He said his name was Jim.
He gave me a dirty look.I’m like, “Man what’s the deal with him?”
I met him again on Friday, I’m like, “Yo man, it’s my day.”
He said, “Son, be a man.” I replied, “I don’t quite understand”
He laughed and said, “Well, you’ve never lost, right?”
I’m like, “Never, not once in my life.”
He mumbled, “Dont be ashamed when you lose tonight.”
So I told I told him,

I might slip and,
I might fumble, but
Ill never fall, and I can
Can even trip or stumble.

Well its Friday, and it was all-great.
Cuz my song was being voted best in the state.
I was getting twenty bucks, just for showing up.
When this guy who looked funky started blowin’ shit up.
He was singing like a madman, everyone was cheerin’
I got pissed, hopped in my car, and started steerin’
I found Jim walking outside a lil’ coffee shop,
I pulled over, shouted, “Hey man! Stop!”
He made a funny noise, then he turned around,
Looked at me, grinned, took a step back,
an’ fell through the ground.
I never saw Jim again... or the funky rapper, well...

I might slip,
I might stumble,
And if I fall well,
I’ll be humble.
 

I guess I'm missing something because it's late?  Or maybe I'm just thick! Either way, please enlighten me.  :paranoid:

From what I read (understood), it still sounds great.  ;)  

Purfection pt2 (Stay humble)

Hey here i am again, sittin’ at the top,
I keep risen man, and I’ll never stop.

Hey, my critics say I’m evil, but, my fans say I’m great.
I’m still gettin’ all these letters, and they’re filled with hate.
No one can deny, that I my music is the oddest.
But I got these uptight critics, and you know they rag the hardest.

I’m sittin’ in my house, tryin’ to get shit done.
Here come media with, “Who you hiding from?”
I got thirty-seven hits, lined up in order.
I’ll Spread em over forty albums just to make a quarter...
Of a mil extra quick before i die, got all my critics askin', askin' me why’,
Why am I bleedin’ all my of fans dry?

But I don’t listen, no, I don't take the time,
I just sit back and watch all them poor folk whine.
No really I find it funny, that my life is lookin’ sweet.
But the rest of Americas, goin’ strait out on the street.
Just to buy MY radio, to here the songs i made.
But hey my plan is perfect cuz, they’re NEVER gettin’ played.

Sittin back in my house, laughing at the news.
Cuz they Calling all my fans silly stupid fools.
And you all know, that all they say is true,
But I’m gettin’ richer, man, how about you?

Hey, I’m in the hospital, thinkin’ bout the man
Who 37 years ago, tryed to put humbleness in my hand.
But later what’d i do? I drop it, stomped it,
And spit on it too. Heh, now, I got no friends,
And soon I’m gonna die. At my famous funeral,
There was noone to cry.

Next,

The "Love Poem" is about a boy so obsses with his girlfriend thayt he idolizes her. Untill the pressure of not being able to see/smell/touch her overwhelms him so he kills himself and her tso they can be forever in heaven. (Or hell more likely for that sick fukk) The ironic joke is it isnt really love for him as it is sated its an obsession or a lust for attention. I know i cant spell w/o microsoft so calm yourself.

Alot of people dont understand the real meaning of poems. Look at the road less traveld by robert frost. Everyone thinks that is about a man who does somthign differnt from everyone else. But if you actually read the poem is isnt that at all. Its about a man who sees two equal paths then will tell his children later that he took the road less traveld. HIGH SCHOOL GRADS HAVE THIS ON THERE CONGRATS CARDS FOR CHRISTS SAKE. Inshort. A poem is what you make it, if you find those deep happy poems run with it man. But there written by Characters i invented that where ont he brink of insanity. As is most of my literary work. It drives my teachers madd.

I havnt written the sheet music for this yet. This is fresh, infact is isnt quite finnished i still need to fix acouple of sylible errors... Perhaps give it an lyrical intro. And fiddle with the end a bit. But fornow its pretty sweet.
[edit] Unlucky [/edit]


I see a fine girl walking over there,
I slide up smoothly to complement her hair.
I say, “I love you, I wish you loved me.
We should go out, and I hope you agree.”
Oh you dont? Hey that’s O.K.
I guess I try again, on another day.


I hate my luck, it’s so damn- crappie,
I highly doubt, that ill ever be- happy, with a girl.


Damn, my luck is running low,
All the girls I ask are still saying no.
I dont see their problem, you know?
I mean, Christ, I’m just an average Joe.
I’m not freaky, and I dont act strange,
But I guess to get a girl, I’m gonna have to change.


I hate my luck, it’s so damn- crappie,
I highly doubt, that ill ever be- happy, at all.


Sweet, I scope a fine girl, hanging at the mall,
I go to ask her out, her beauty holding me enthrall.
So I slide up and ask, she startledly replies,
“Yes,” with a blink of those magnificent eyes.
I offered her a ride home, She said, “Alright,”
We’re planing on going to the movies tomorrow night,

Flying with these wings, a tear falls, when the memory brings
The vision of a truck hitting us with a smash,
Just my luck, we both die in a car crash.

This is song, hasnt been accepted yet. It is Punk Rock blood, lust, RAGE I prally won't be posting to many more until i get some feed back  :ph34r:


You know that stage,
Where the blood lust Rage.
Rips from the page,
And breaks from its Cage.

Causing my pencil move all on its own,
When my priceless hate is left all alone.
To brood to Stir,
Is more fuel for my anger.
It grows, It Goes
Completely unopposed.

Because, I’m in that stage,
Where the blood lust Rage.
Rips from the page,
and Breaks from its Cage.

It senses you near,
It feeds from your fear,
The hate of us all,
Will cause you to fall,
When rage hails, sanity fails,
Heated hate will fill our sails.

Since, we’re in the stage,
Where the blood lust Rage.
Rips from the page,
And Breaks from its cage.

Causing you to worry
That releasing this fury,
Wasn’t exactly smart,
With adrenaline off the chart.
Strength in the numbers of a man alone,
Is unmatched when his angers grown.

And he’s in that stage,
Where the blood lust Rage.
Rips from the page-
And Breaks from its cage.

You are who it will choose,
It is now your time to lose.

 

nice, don't stop now, I would like to see some more.

Yeah, we enjoy these.  Well... maybe "enjoy" isn't the best word to use. :hehe:  How 'bout "appreciate" or "admire" your skill.  LOL  

I need to know specifically what you like and dislike about them tho, so i can make them better

No matter how hard, anyone has tried.
The violence of our lives, is always denied.
The power of their lies that destroy our out-cries,
Effectively attacks any resistance that tries,
To spread the word, or that wants to be heard.
But we will not be repressed,
Our problems will be addressed.
We will not be shut out,
We WILL scream and shout.

We will strike a chord, we will be restored!
Do they honestly think that we will be ignored?
Do they honestly think they can beat back our horde?
NO! We will not be shut out,
We WILL scream and shout.

Until their wall of lies, crumbles to dust,
Until their malicious weapons, rot to rust.
Until they are made to see with our eyes,
And gander into the violence of our lives-
We’ll watch as they recoil, in an oblivious turmoil, of horror,
But we will take them deeper and continue show them more.
Until their stomachs wretch from the pain,
Until their visions drive them unspeakably insane.
So they will go back, while

We strike a chord, scream to be restored!
Do they honestly think that we can be ignored?
Do they honestly think they can beat back our horde?
NO! They will;

Tell others where they have been, and what they have seen.
They will send their lackeys to scrub everything clean.
But that won’t work, there gonna have to build anew,
Over the rubble and hate that has grew, for many years and lived off of us.
After they have fixed it, thus, we will shout, “In god we trust.”
Because it would take an act of god, to stop these things,
And to heal our wounds, that the violence of our lives brings.
 

I need to know specifically what you like and dislike about them tho, so i can make them better!!!!!!!!!!
!!! Thast the POINT OF ME POSTING THEM HERE!!

The last one was called, The Violence Of our lives

This is punkrock its called, Thirst

Lips cracked and bloody,
I have befriended nobody.

The sand in the air, rips my flesh bare.
The desert is harsh and dry, the time just wanders by.
I have walked a thousand miles, I have passed a thousand trials.

With my lips cracked and bloody,
Yet I have befriended nobody.

My life is worth something, well, I search but I find nothing,
As I watch the ground roil, my mind drifts and it does toil.
It’s searching through my memory, I have had enough of me.
I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF ME!

Lips cracked and bloody,
I have befriended nobody.

As my thirst raises further, I think this deserts act of murder.
Is ironically almost kind, for I have lost my mind.
Sadly, the water right in front of me, is something only I can see, “Illusions.”

With my lips cracked and bloody,
I have befriended nobody.

Who could and would, die to let me live.
I have had enough of this, hateful feeling of loneliness.
I think that death would be bliss, For I have had enough of this.
I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!

Even though my lips are cracked and bloody,
And I have befriended nobody.
I have survived, though I was deprived,
Of all the thirsts of our lives - Even the stars smile upon me now.



 

This is oh about a week old. I can’t get it to flow right, suggestions please...


The monster and the Hero


Around the campfires, when the night is cold,
This tale is a tale, which is rarely told.
Even though, this tale is a tale that is extremely old,
The tales that are usually told, are those of the bold.

I have seen hero's come and hero's go,
Like the dust, in the wind they blow.
But me, the monster, will always stay,
A hero even came for me today.
In my lair, whilst I lay,
In wait, for thee, my human prey.

You came bravely into my cave,
Some young maidens life to save.
You sneak quietly, didn't make a sound.
Then you attacked what you had found.
I awoke from my ancient placid sleep.
I shall take thy life, and it I'll keep.

A lesson taught is a lesson told.
I sliced thy wrist and thy blood was cold.
I felt it pulse onto my claws.
I seized thy throat, within my jaws.
I tasted thy blood, upon my tongue.
This is an epic that is never sung.

Around the campfires, when the night is cold,
This tale is a tale, which is rarely told.
Even though, this tale is a tale that is extremely old,
The tales that are usually told, are those of the bold.


(This seem better?)
 

Ok well this is a short one, lets see if i get a bigger response.

Sadness

Beauty shimmers upon your face,
-----From tears that glisten like ice
Reflecting and magnifying your beauty.
-----Yet I would pay any price.
To see those tears gone.
-----But with the loss of those tears.
Some beauty fades as well.
-----But still I wish to see your cheers.
My love is, indeed, only heart felt.
-----I know I sound uncaring,
Ignorant, and insensitive.
-----But I can’t help but sharing.
When you cry – I love.
 

What part of The monster and the Hero cant you get to flow? It works from here, but then, I dont know the tune...

It isnt a song its a poem, so the rythm is whatever you like
And is the pluaralityis and the past and present tenses. and all that grammer crap my teacher yells at me for.


Darker Side

I play the piano and the guitar,
Age old wood, without a scar,
Someone tries to damage my favorite instrument,
Several torture devices I can and will implement

People think that I’m alrigh’.
Then they see my darker side,
That’s the side that’s consumed with pride,
And will crush you like the coming tide.

I’ll walk in a room, jokes aplenty.
Someone says something that pokes my sensitivity.
Then the agitation is admitted to my brain,
And the agitator will be slain.

I like to be alone with my self my being,
So I can ponder great mysteries, without being seen.
But occasionally the world peers in,
Afterwards I wonder, is murder a truly sin?

So don’t follow me, the sun is near dead,
You should soon turn around and be safe instead,
The fear of the night is quite all right,
Especially when one has a darker side.

Pain flows like a fountain from my fist,
Like your face to a mountain, it was kissed,
Your mind is clouded with some sort of mist,
All because you got me, the thunder god, pissed.
But truly I’m a doctor, anit that a shocker?
I solve people’s problems, some are surprised at this
But I graduated top of my class, Chief Psychotherapist.
So I’m sure you realize, that I cure mind aches,
But a little twitch or complaint is all it takes,
To cause irritation and my patience breaks,
You’ve opened a flood, of assholic, psychotic hates.

*SNAP,
“Fix your own goddamn problems, pussy!”
*Throws stuff

Unfortunatly, I'm kinda  :mellow: about all this music. I'm not really into punk-anything, or really loud music with curses and way too much bass. I'm more into music that I can hear the words, and I don't hurt my throat because you have to scream just so you can be able to hear the lyrics. So, my opinion is a bit out if you don't want me hurting your ego.


This is also why I don't write music. :P I never have choruses, and my lyrics have almost no music to them. XD I force everything/everyone to conform to what I write.

You need to be slapped filran.

You havent heard ht music to them so to yuo they could be freaking country songs your ignorant putz. If i wanted you to comment on our playing i woul dhave posed bits of our music. You comment on the LYRICS which you didnt do - So your post is nothing but spam  :angry:



What do you see?

You see a star? I see an angel.
Righteous defender of the night.
The carriers of gods word.
The carriers of the flaming sword,
Righteous defenders of the night.

You see a tree? I see an angel;
Holy defenders of the forest,
Protection for any whom wishes to climb,
And with it comes angelic bird chimes,
Holy defenders of the forest.

You see magnificence? I see human pride;
Unholy destroyers of all that could be good,
Destroyers of the skies which blocks the angles of our night,
Destroyers of the forest, which causes the air to blight,
Unholy destroyers of all that -is- good.

You say you see life...?
Tell me, where?

No. I was commenting on the lyrics. I'm one of those people that whenever they read something, they HEAR something. Now, when I read those lyrics, I heard the heavy, ear splitting rock-punk-whatever. Usually, whenever I read any lyrics that have any curses or something, thats what pops into my head. You really should think about the person behind the comment before you call them ignorant. Because I think Lyrics are NOTHING without music to back them. Without music, its just more poetry, and I don't really like poetry.

Then you shouldn't havent enterd a thread titled songs and poems. Which again suggests your learned-ness is below average. And filran you have -NO- idea what punk is. Aren't you old? Punk first came out with disco died. Grunge is harse punk, punk isn't useually what you described.

Antonimity

Live for knowledge, die in ignorance,
Act like you never even had a chance.

Live like your rich, die like your poor.
Act like you don’t care anymore.

Live for all, die for none
Act like you are glad when it’s done.

Live like you hate, die like you love,
Act like you dont care what is above.

Live for the devil, die for god,
Act like your life is a shod.

Live like your dead, die like your alive.
Act like you never had a life.

Live for the boredom, die for the fun
But act like you are having some.

Live like you loved, die like you hated.
Act like you are heavily sedated.

Live for excruciating pain, die for pleasure,
On second thought, take both, just for good measure.

Excuse me, I am NOT old! I'm only 15 years of age! Go bother Seeker for being old.


Now, you're the one that did start flaming me, by calling me an ignorant putz. You could have ignored my goddamned fishing post, and let it be. But, you have to be IMMATURE and start name calling. God. I gave my opinion, and if you don't like it, DON'T BOTHER REACTING TO IT.


Next time, TAKE THE TIME TO THINK. -.- I don't care if Auron bans me, but I'm gunna state how the hell I feel right now.


One, your a god fishing asshole. I try to be nice to you, but you have to go and basicly say 'fish you' and start calling a 15 year old girl names. Don't you think I get enough of that fishing crap from immature upperclassmen in school, and from stupid, lack-intellect 4th graders? I don't give a fish what punk is. I call it crap. I call about 99% of the music right now crap, and now, your crap to me too.

Your type of people are the reason why I'm so godfishing antisocial. You instantly jump on everything when its not giving you compliments. God to hell Drauka, go to hell, and fish every single non-living object you see on the way for all I care.


And Auron, if your seeing this, I'm ready for my goddamned fishing ban. But, as long as I get my words out, I'm pleased.



And Drauka 'learned-ness' is not a word.

Ok, Fil, calm down. I agree with you that his comments were uncalled for, but seriously--just take a second and calm down.

Now then, Drauka. Fil is right. You needlessly flipped on him. I see no reason to say you need to be slapped, you're and ignorant putz, etc. Simply saying "that's not the type of music we play" would have done the job just fine. Jumping on someone like that is a very ignorant and immature thing to do. Fil wasn't trying to make an atttack on you or your lyrics. I know what he means when he says that he hears lyrics when reading. Different words, rhyme schemes, etc, can give someone a feel for a song. The way I see it, it came across as a grunge or punk--something along those lines. Is he not allowed to say that he doesn't like that kind of music? Life would be boring if everyone felt the same.  TBH, I think you had that last post from Fil coming. I would be embarassed to make posts like your last couple. Calm down, and try expressing yourself well instead of like a 6th grader.

If I had the power to Close this I would.

Instead, I'll close it using other methods... Do not reply to this thread. Replies to this thread will be punished in a needlessly severe manner. It will be closed when SS returns.

You could go through and delete all the posts that dont have poems in them (Or give me temporary power) because iI still would like some feed back - even if the feedback im getting is indeed meager.

Start a new thread.