Songs and Poems

[Perdition]

Hmmm, nice. A few spelling mistakes though.

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)

[SS]

Yeah but a forum is different to song lyrics.

[Perdition]

yeah i geuss thats true LOL  

[Drauka]

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?

[SS]

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

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

[Drauka]

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.  

[Perdition]

ooo salt is good.  but not as good as sugar

[Drauka]

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.

[Drauka]

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

[Perdition]

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

[Drauka]

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"  

[Perdition]

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  

[Drauka]

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.

[Perdition]

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.    

[Drauka]

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?