murta Posted September 10, 2003 Share Posted September 10, 2003 I'll try sort these into type, the first one's a rant about emo-kids all dressing the same (this is a work in progress, very quick song I scrawled down earlier today), 3 (i think) after that are kinda jokey, and the rest are kinda emotional, personal songs. You might find some of those ones a bit arty/pretentious, I dunno: It's Time To Fake A Change Turn 360 and count the sweat bands Mesh caps, studded belts and Chucks total in hundreds Emoids to the left of me, carbon copies to the right The gig room's filled with walking stereotypes tonight So do as i do and stop conforming Dressing keeps you warm, it's not performing Accesories are just gravy to pants, jeans and tees They ain't gonna help you pull or make you buddies Listen to what you want Wear what you wanna wear But don't pretend you aren't doing it For any other reason than to fit in The scenes never seen so many 'individuals' It's time to wake up and smell the frappucino So do as i do and stop conforming Dressing keeps you warm, it's not performing Accesories are just gravy to pants, jeans and tees They ain't gonna help you pull or make you buddies Why should I get stared at for buying at Primark? At least my trousers cost less than an EP Forgive me if I'm wrong for not spending all my money On looking like Brand New, my haircut cost £5.50 It's not black, doesn't cover my eyes, but i'm still Worth It My jeans have holes, my tees have no labels and I couldn't give a **** So do as i do and stop conforming Dressing keeps you warm, it's not performing Accesories are just gravy to pants, jeans and tees They ain't gonna help you pull or make you buddies ############################################# Losing My Religion I don't believe in Jeebus no more That christianity bollocks, became a bore Reading the bible, was always a chore Tried to rent the video, couldn't find it at the store So on my very last day of communal service Wanted to leave my mark, decided to take a piss In the Holy Water. No-one around, wasn't nervous Whipped out my soldier, girated my pelvis Watched later that day, felt no dread As I watched the yellow trickle led By gravity down my gran's forehead Burst out laughing, stood, then fled Wet patch in my jeans was starting to spread Is God's so good to us, why make France? Or crappy music like pop, rap and dance And me, no job, friends or romance My last day of church I pissed my pants My First Love Song Don't leave me now There's so much more to say Need to find out how You make me feel this way Your curse over me I'm under your control Need to escape quickly Gotta find a loophole You pull me in closer all the time Gotta figure it out sometime How you do it, such a crime Need me a another word to rhyme This started as a soppy, Song i wrote for you But that bull**** It's just so poo So i figured what I'd do Is write a dirty poem Give it a ****ty tune You pull me in with every shake of your ass You ooze style, beauty, easy, class You look good naked, it's hard to bypass I ****ed the chorus again, such a Jackass You jump on top, jiggle about 30 seconds, then I moan and shout Shoot my load, then smear it in Around your titties, into your chin You look satisfied, you can't be faking So I turn over, my balls are aching You go to the bathroom, I hear vibrating You're moaning softly, masturbating I promise baby, next time I'll finish you I said it before, but this time it's true I'll do anything you feel you wanna do Anal? Fine babe, just wipe after you poo She Let The Bastard Grind Her Down She smiles at me as I walk by Now I know, this time's she's mine I've locked her in to my tight grasp Finally, it's about ****in time It took me years now of trying Sending flowers, constant chancin' I even sent her threatenin letters The only way I know of romancin' I ground her down, like a pummel stone Now i'm gonna get mine, we're gonna bone I ground her down, like a pummel stone Now i'm gonna get mine, gonna take her home She turned me down time after time She always said it wouldn't work But still I turned up at her house And now she's in love with this berk I ain't got no job to pay for her To take her to fancy places to eat I'm going nowehere, got no dreams Except to get her on my meat I ground her down, like a pummel stone Now i'm gonna get mine, we're gonna bone I ground her down, like a pummel stone Now i'm gonna get mine, gonna take her home ############################################# Summer's Left, Autumn Leaves I took the left ear piece, And gave you the right. My heart laid out to you, On that mixtape for the night. The songs filled our ears, Your profile filled my eyes. We kissed, entwined, eternally, Pausing only as you sighed. Next track after crescendo, I remember how much you'd liked it. Shooting star passed, with a wish I didn't need, What more could I want? You, the songs, this blanket. We shivered in harmony, Neither from the cold, But the feeling so flawless, Predicted memories, that would never grow old. Sharing these songs, The soundtrack to our lives. Soaking them in, drowning in bliss, This is perfection: you, me and this night. The Seasons, Acts 2 and 3 "we can stay 2 minutes longer out here" and those minutes turned to hours stood atop the overgrown dale two entwined silhouettes against the starless night your sweater radiating like wicker aflame and our every frosty exhalation sent out through scarlet fists don't ever slip your clement hand from mine. it's keeping me alive... up there we felt within striking distance from the angels themselves but you never were a believer and neither was i the only heavenly body on my mind was sat on the dewey grass, knitted sleeves over dainty hands don't ever slip your clement hand from mine. it's keeping me alive... that silence beyond compare broken only by our breathing (growing just a little too loud) and the thunderous silence from the kiln forgeing a thousand memoirs out of that steely cold night your sweet embrace, year-round taste, the scent of your neck, the frictionless touch of your silky skin don't ever slip your clement hand from mine (it's keeping me alive!) don't ever slip your clement hand from mine (it's keeping me alive!) don't ever slip your clement hand from mine (it's keeping me alive!) don't ever slip your clement hand from mine (it's keeping me alive!) don't ever slip your clement hand from mine (it's keeping me alive!) don't ever slip your gracious hand from mine, i need your warmth to keep me here and to be here is to live... Pour Vous, For You You took that gaping hole in my stomach And crammed it with a billion butterflies They flap every time you enter the room And don't stop until the last lingering of your scent leaves me Every time your name is uttered it hits my ear drums Like a hypothermic with a double-bass pedal Every time i see your flawless face I can see my reflection in your eyes ...and it seems so right Just being with you makes every love song ever written Make perfect sense to me Now i understand why roses are red, why unkissed lips are blue That i'm perfect for you It took less than a week with you To fill my head with a lifetime of memories Every time I speak with you I know that you're the only "half of two" for me Being away from you is like a poorly translated French mini-zoo: Un Bear, A Bull If I could close the distance between us and destroy Everyone and everything from my home to yours I'd do it, 'cos you'd take away the guilt and make it all worthwile Just being with you makes every poem ever written Become absolute clarity to me Now i understand why kittens purr, why the caged bird sings That you to me are everything [spoken] Every second around you feels so natural I know it sounds cheesy, but I feel like I've known you all my life I don't have to try to impress, hold anything back Or ever pretend that I'm listening, cos, believe me, I always will be [/spoken] There's No Me In Team (...Oh Wait) i knew you had problems held on to me like glue and your tears streamed down your face, as i cradled you i couldn't find the words to say how i felt, so i cried too every day since you met him, you've needed him but i came through every time i'm with you, it's like one of those dreams where you speak, but nothing comes out except this is a dream i don't wanna wake from because every second looking at your face to me is bliss and the salty drops soaked right to my collar bone took your problems from you, claimed them as my own at 2am the crying stopped, then I took you home and kissed your forehead gently, left a message on your phone every time i'm with you, it's like one of those dreams where you speak, but nothing comes out except this is a dream i don't wanna wake from because every time your eyes meet mine my soul skips a beat it told of how i was leaving, how it was for the best and i'd seek the source, of all your troubles on my quest fuelled by love, i'd lift that burden from off your chest one day i'd return and we'd talk girl, talk about yest- every time i'm with you, it's like one of those dreams where you speak, but nothing comes out except this is a dream i don't wanna wake from because every time you turn up on my doorstep, my heart cries out er-day. And we'll laugh at how dumb we once were remind each other of forgotten days, passed just like a blur and maybe i'll kiss your forehead again, but this time you'll have grown and our lips will meet, you'll taste so sweet and forever be my own Time Heals All (But Me) they say it gets easier with time well i've been waiting an eternity and i've held my breath every second you're the air my blue lips need good things should come to me, because i'm those who waited stood around, contemplated checked my watch 4 years gone by you never said ever said why this waiting game i play alone but i've got the top 3 scores single player, no save games just red knuckles, they forever bleed good things should come to me, because i'm those who waited stood around, contemplated sands of time drop slip through the glass but they count the years not hours passed my picture of you is blurred now i just remember you smile and the scent of your coconut hair the hazel green of your eyes good things should come to me, because i'm those who waited stood around, contemplated i've sat through sixteen seasons summer's the worst cos that's when i first met you that's when i met you first i can't remember why i'm here still waiting to hold your hand stroke your ego just right caress your chestnut brown hair well they say good things, come to those who wait and i've never moved from this solitary state i've lost my speech now so i'm scrawling these words maybe you'll find these diaries soaked with blood and tears maybe they'll make you think and so might my stinking corpse you right the wrongs as i write the songs goodbye, farewell, so long... Emo Sucks I sit alone here in my room crying these silent tears 'Why hasn't the phone rang?' I've waited for you all day I call you, get the machine, same after all these years I leave my heart after the tone, so much left to say You never cared at all, just lied, now that's plain to see But if those words of love and care that you say are true for me: Why don't I hear from you? Why are you always busy? Why do you always have to leave? Why do you forget? Why is it always my fault? Why can't you see? Why aren't you writing this broken song for me? You ignored me again last night, too busy with friends I sat empty, feet from you and held my tongue Don't try to cheer me up, never make ammends Even when we do speak, it's never for that long If I'm your best friend, I'd hate to be your enemy So many words for others, but not enough for me Why do you never call? Why are you never here? Why don't you try to stay? Why don't you care? Why do I feel guilty? Why can't it be? Why aren't you writing this all down for me? These butterflies in my stomach eat from the inside out What the **** am I doing here? Trying to comprehend Why I care for you so much. Tired of trying, so worn-out Of this uphill climb, endless journey, just to be your friend I can't sit silent no more. This cat has got to part With my tongue. Gotta tell you you're tearing me apart Why am I still calling? Why am I still here? Why can't I leave? Why do I still care? Why aren't you guilty? Why can't it be? Why aren't you writing this ****ing song for me? Fall In A Part (At The Seems) seems you've finally found the one that makes you feel like an angel that gives you everything you deserve seems he's perfect seems he's so right for you that he wants you just as you should want him that he'll never leave your side seems he appreciates you seems to me he needs you that you'd be perfect together that every second would be bliss seems he's waiting for your embrace seems he's writing this song for you seems you'll never notice me seems like this is wishful thinking seems i'll never get to hold you close that this was all in vain that we'll never be more than friends that that's the way you want it that i'll never taste your cherry kisses Limited Public Company I think you're compassion needs some service What did I ever do to deserve this? Spoon-fed you compliments every day "I love you, best friend", you'd always say But how come in public, it's a different story Don't talk to me, just them, for selfish glory Your other friends may take it, I ain't gonna Couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't ****ing wanna Hey girl, are you listening? Taking notice, or just pretending? That you give a ****, to string me on Clear your conscience, prolong the con My friendship ain't on tap, can't turn it on & off I ain't a doormat, someone you can just write-off I'm not asking for you all the ****ing time I just wanna feel needed, no more uphill climb To get your attention, when we're out with others One's who don't care, it's them that get smothered With your hugs, kisses, stories, endless joking Somethings gotta change soon, this pain is choking Hey girl, are you listening? Taking notice, or just pretending? That you give a ****, to string me on Clear your conscience, prolong the con These butterflies in my stomach eat me from the inside out What the **** am I doing here? Trying to figure out Why I care for you so much? I'm tired of trying, so worn-out Maybe I want more but I can't find the words, so I shout You gave my life new meaning and tore out my heart In the space of a year and right from the start I can't sit silent no more. This cat has to part With my tongue, gotta tell you you're tearing me apart Hey girl, are you listening? Taking notice, or just pretending? That you give a ****, to string me on Clear your conscience, prolong the con Ok, fine, it's fair enough that you don't wanna be More than friends, but when the **** will you see How much I do for you and how you re-pay me I never wanted anything, but you to see you happy I think that maybe I could that do that for you Prove us both right and make our words true But now you've ground me down again and again into A shell of what I used to be. So now I'm leaving you Do you care? Will you cry? Will you stop me? Or get angry? Beg me to stay? Is that what I want? Or how it should be? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RoyTordesLegend Posted September 10, 2003 Share Posted September 10, 2003 ....wow talent in Derby....shame about the football team though... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
murta Posted September 10, 2003 Author Share Posted September 10, 2003 As far as I'm concerned, Derby doesn't have a football team Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
C Shutt Posted September 10, 2003 Share Posted September 10, 2003 Originally posted by murta Losing My Religion This is already a song, stupid. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
murta Posted September 10, 2003 Author Share Posted September 10, 2003 Ah ****, REALLY? Damn, which obscure band released a track called that? I'll have to change the title, since it's illegal for more than one song in the world to have the same name :eek: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NiKo Posted September 10, 2003 Share Posted September 10, 2003 wow murtman. damn good work if i may say so myself. I havent read it all yet, i'll leave some for later. (edit) read them all. if i may criticize a bit, i think some of the songs will never work out melodicly...or arent they suposed to? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Branik Posted September 10, 2003 Share Posted September 10, 2003 REM - Losing My Religion. Great song. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
murta Posted September 10, 2003 Author Share Posted September 10, 2003 Originally posted by NiKo wow murtman. damn good work if i may say so myself. I havent read it all yet, i'll leave some for later. (edit) read them all. if i may criticize a bit, i think some of the songs will never work out melodicly...or arent they suposed to? Believe me, any words can be put to a melody, just listen to some artists like Damien Rice or Bright Eyes. I know what you mean though, alot of them don't flow and lines fluctuate in length, but for the style of music they're intended for they wouldn't be too hard to fit a tune Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted September 10, 2003 Share Posted September 10, 2003 Pretty good stuff murta man. I got some songs I could post here, if you wanna read em. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
murta Posted September 10, 2003 Author Share Posted September 10, 2003 bring em on man i just remembered the point i was trying to make: I prefer to just say what I feel, rather than be constricted to trying to rhyme or fit to a set pattern/melody. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted September 11, 2003 Share Posted September 11, 2003 Sometimes you have to save the ryhme for the sake of the rhyme. Too much rhyming can be repetitive and ruin a good song. Sometimes I have something to say, but most of the time I just like to play with the words until they amuse me. I have not written much lately, as school and work is damn near killing me, but this is probably the most recent song I wrote that was put to music. Expensive {verse 1} Passed by the lots the lost impared, broken by the bones were sold and shared, lost in a vision was the mission, could'nt explain why the planes were missing not the fault of the flawed invention not the worst of my best intentions inside I hear a voice ringin' was the fat lady singin'? {chorus} Feeling so indecisive, one more push and I might give, one last breath and I might live... ...and shine through tomorrow, one last act for the last show, take a bow for the sorrow, one more push and I might go, too expensive to swallow! {verse 2} One last twist to turn away, one last word that saved the day, magic numbers numeric pictures, broken bottles and boring lectures, puncture wounds and mobile homes, sunlight shadows casting stones, something left from the night before, something left from the life before, {chorus x 2} Feeling so indecisive, one more push and I might one more breath and I might live... ...and shine through tomorrow! One last act for the last show, take a bow for the sorrow, one more push and I might go, too expensive to swallow! (verse 3) Wilderness wanders weeping willows through the woods and under pillows pulling down into the mud passing through a passing flood standing alone on top of the flame salvation gets you once again where ever the wind may blow the others will follow {chorus x 2} Feeling so indecisive, one more push and I might one more breath and I might live... ...and shine through tomorrow! One last act for the last show, take a bow for the sorrow, one more push and I might go, too expensive to swallow! Darth Groovy, 2000 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ernil Posted September 11, 2003 Share Posted September 11, 2003 I'm hearing more and more about Bright Eyes every day. They started here, in my city of Omaha Nebraska, and I never imagined them spreading out of this city. Perhaps they got bigger than we realise? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
murta Posted September 13, 2003 Author Share Posted September 13, 2003 Conor is an icon within the punk/emo scene. He sells out tours here in the UK, plays major festivals and is idolised by kids everywhere Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted September 15, 2003 Share Posted September 15, 2003 Performed by Vent Lyrics By Darth Groovy(AKA Taro) Skin feels so wet, gave up trying to regret, eyes are filling up again, visions are thicker in pairs of ten, or maybe eleven... our faces are cut to even imperfection, do you remember how you came this far? do you remember who's driving this car? at the stoplight..... you never think of who you are! They keep on laughing all the time, the tape is always stuck in rewind instead of trying to change the time try putting your head back in your mind! Walked down to the lakeshore today tripping over boddies we once knew, some faces for familiar but only few theres always a party when there is nothing to do- I'll just wait and get invited too! Well it's still a few and maybe some, well I'll be a son of gun! Guess you know you can't be right, you can never always be alright.... at the stoplight at the stoplight forgot what it was, but then it all hit at once... at the stoplight, you never think of where you are. It was a feeling that you never had, don't cry for me, you will surely be glad. Father was a guy who probably was my dad, don't cry over that I never said I was sad, Yes I know that I can never be right! If we try real hard we can blow up the night1 at the stoplight at the stoplight at the stoplight we never got very far, at the stoplight get out of the car, you never know just what you are! *1995 Manipulation! Music Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gabez Posted July 7, 2004 Share Posted July 7, 2004 WHY DO YOU LISTEN? You say to me, why do we wee? Is it because I've got a boney Penis. Why why why why why - must you hurt me? I do not care In this giant teddy... BEAR. I phone you you said "sorry I think you have the wrong num-bar" But I knew it was tar. Rina. We've got to go, baby. This is it. This is the end! Or am I just a foo'? Shutup, you are a poo. Poo. Poo. I smell poo. (Repeat last line in chorus; fade) MY URGE MY URGE Going down the highway I've just gotta say Why did you do IT Is it because you a tit? You can be my dog, bitch You can be my radio stix. You can be my big car! Then I will go to the bar. DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE COCK DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE VAGINA DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE COCK DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE VAGINE... Why? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SamNMax Posted July 7, 2004 Share Posted July 7, 2004 How old is this thread? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gabez Posted July 7, 2004 Share Posted July 7, 2004 HOW OLD IS THIS THREAD? Oh baaaaby BABY OW! You say how oooooold How old how old How old how old how oooooold old old old young young young OW! I am so oooooooold I am so ooooold Too old to die die Too old to die-----die I am Gabez Why not? Try something spontanious don't explode Baby bay ooooooooooooooooooooh yeah baby BABY I wiped my bit wet cock on your face. PHONE FETISH I said hello You went away I did a poo You went away Why you go away? Why why why why Why you go away? Why why why why I said goodbye You went away I went to the zoo You went away Why you go away? Why why why why Why you go away? Why why why why I said "bonjour" You went away I said "toodle-poo" You went away Why you go away? Why why why why Why you go away? Why why why why I said "we do" You went away I said "**** YOU BITCH I WANT TO DIE" You went here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benny Posted July 7, 2004 Share Posted July 7, 2004 GENIUS Get this man a contact! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gabez Posted July 7, 2004 Share Posted July 7, 2004 POO vagina Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SamNMax Posted July 7, 2004 Share Posted July 7, 2004 Comedic brilliance. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skinkie Posted July 8, 2004 Share Posted July 8, 2004 Originally posted by Gabez POO vagina My life is now complete Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kjølen Posted July 9, 2004 Share Posted July 9, 2004 Man you all scared me into thinking oldbies were coming back... murta, Branik, and I heard "Bright Eyes" too even if it wasn't OUR Bright Eyes.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NiKo Posted July 27, 2004 Share Posted July 27, 2004 Wow...Murta..i almost forgot about him Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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