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03-12-2007, 10:57 PM | #931 |
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I like that ^ alot Livo.
I'm in a down sort of mood, which suits me fine as it's got me writing a bit this evening. This is what I got so far... It's not so hard to say I told you so But yesterday was so hard, why'd you go? You packed your thoughts and walked away from me I tried to follow but I just can't see With your life, that one without me do you ever feel empty? Do you ever think of me? maybe you're right, but all you'll do is stare I'd give my life, but I don't think you'd care So watch my thoughts now, I'd give them all to you But You'd kick them to the ground, pretend you never knew Now I'm down, I'm out and feeling weak but you don't mind, you just turn the other cheek With your life, that one without me do you ever feel empty? Do you ever think of me? maybe you're right, but all you'll do is stare I'd give my life, but I don't think you'd care I feel it's gotta go somewhere else from here, so I'm gonna come back to it tomorrow and see what happens. |
03-13-2007, 02:05 AM | #932 | |
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That is class in my opinion, really liked and related to that. |
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03-13-2007, 06:47 AM | #933 |
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Thanks - maybe I've been listening to too much Xavier Rudd and John Butler Trio!
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03-20-2007, 04:01 AM | #934 |
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she said god let her down and she dont consider herself no christian
she drew her lines in the sand without even measuring the distance to her faith, her friends, she was alone, she was cryin and closeted the tides took her lines out to sea now shes back where she started she thinks the world spins as a joke and its told to keep her from livin or maybe lovin, she wasnt sure but as its turnin shes turnin with it and her backs to the wall and her eyes down cryin an ocean shes sick to her stomach from the feeling of all the commotion she never remembered her footprints mirrored in the sand or the night it was just right when romeo kissed her in spain the sun's done nothing but shine for days but she cant quit talking about the rain he was born with a target on his chest, or so he thought counted the money the he dropped not the kisses that he cought blamed it on the working mans blues and the rich had it right but his wishes were riches, not kisses and he wished every night
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04-01-2007, 04:14 PM | #935 |
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So she asked me to dance
and I don't know how but I got off the seat let her make me complete then watched her go I never did get that dance never figured out how to cool down this heat control my heartbeat and what's weighing me down... The lights go out and everyone holds hands still I'm without I can never understand these silly games these silly games So don't waste your time he's just over there sitting smug on that chair he's happy to stare but he's lacking a spine... The lights go out and everyone holds hands still I'm without I can never understand these silly games these silly games The lights go out and everyone holds hands still I'm without I can never understand these silly games these silly games So don't come over here 'cos I just won't see you No I won't play these games And your type are all too see through For me So the lights gone out and everyone must hold hands I'll go without I never cared to understand these silly games your silly games |
04-13-2007, 03:35 AM | #936 |
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Fool;
"So the lights gone out and everyone must hold hands I'll go without I never cared to understand these silly games your silly games" Wonderful. and genzoman; "he was born with a target on his chest, or so he thought counted the money the he dropped not the kisses that he cought blamed it on the working mans blues and the rich had it right but his wishes were riches, not kisses and he wished every night" Fantastic. This song is untitled for the moment And all the while my brain was spinning circles in the bus lot of his heart Empty spaces overrun by what he’d heard and what I thought I’d done Before I even started out, my phone was ringing loudly now and leading to some shotty little quip Like, “Why the hell’d it take you so long to let him break you?” And I reply, “Would you even be calling had you not heard?” Silence becomes her. For miles and miles, I tore away until the past few days, they fell apart An aftermath left comparable to what my parents had always said would come And nearing on my home town, I’d forgotten what we’d said now upon breaking from this God forsaken place My life lain in the crosshairs, I’d promised to await here should I return “Don’t forget; I’ll always love you,” whispered softly, Her hands hanging on me But swinging there in silence, I could see it in her gloomy forward motion A crassness and arrogance that what she has alone here is so pure “Who’re you fooling honey, this place has never known me and you’re too far gone to notice; we don’t live here anymore.” And line for line, I lifted all my blessings until they came back out in red A troubadour of lonely words with inspiration tracing back behind him some 500 miles The fact that I abhor this house has managed to escape me now as fallen senses pounding out again The lost monotony overswept me, but her image never left: seeing all replies of tearing at her clothes until she’s bleeding, smile never receding But holding there in silence, I could see it in her happy lifeless motion A crassness and arrogance that what she has alone here is so pure “Who’re you fooling honey, this place has never known me and you’re too far gone to notice; we don’t live here anymore.” Never mind the empathy when it’s easier not to lie
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04-13-2007, 06:29 PM | #937 |
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No lyricism from me for a while, it's all been poetry sorry!
Anyhow great lyrics fool, and good pheonix, i love the song Here's a song, honest: (i just made a 3 note tune for it so it's officially lyrics) Words Between a Pedestal and the ground He is free from fear who has directions from a higher God And though controlled by higher fears protected from our Gods He smiles and winks and thinks beyond the wild world and from its brink overflowing and all knowing of all things but not growing, not beyond his own form, and not we, from ours.
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04-13-2007, 07:00 PM | #938 |
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I think that is my favourite title for...anything I've ever seen.
Well done: I would really like to hear the progression, too, just to see how you set it to music.
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04-14-2007, 01:52 AM | #939 | |
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04-14-2007, 06:37 PM | #940 |
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This is called "Sinking Dents and Silhouettes", it's meant to be a duet.
Leaving out is overrated; justifying what you hated Finally dead and trailing through the streets Sinking dents and silhouettes replace an open invitation Stitched into the fabricated seam For an hour or so, I’ll let you go before you start to notice; sleep, you’ve never noticed The covers’ weight picking up for me Endearments wrapped inside and pushed away, the glove compartment’s only way To guess, to feel a consequential chime And oh, I’ll be fine And oh, I’ll be fine Hiding out is underrated; fleeing, arms and all, my welcome overstayed Straying left, you’ll never hear from me Sheltered frowns, my tongue tied down, the floor speaks its mind and I reply, “I only wanted to reside somewhere, anywhere, away from me.” And oh, I’ll be fine And oh, I’ll be fine Leave her out of this, you want me Leave him out of this, you want me Give me all it’s become Give me, save her, see me? Give me, save him, see me?
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04-15-2007, 06:21 PM | #941 |
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I just tabbed and managed to decipher the words to the first song i recorded acoustically, probably when i was 13 years old!
My band at the time refused to play it because it wasn't a propper song acording to them! I wrote it when i was in the middle of a mental "episode" and just trying to verbalise the primative childish plees that i had at the time and the obserd cringeworthy ridiculousness inwhich i saw myself. DARK lol, it's really defiant, i refused to make the words less vunerable, or make them rhyme or to make it in anyway stylysed, and it ended up with no-one actually liking it. JUST A LITTLE BOY asus2, cmaj7, csus2, a7, asus2, cmaj7, csus2, D, (repeat) I'm just a little boy why you making me cry I'm just a little boy why you making me cry I'm just a little boy why you ripping out my heart why are you eating it I'm just a little boy why you put me in a cage why you shooting the monkeys making them throw tomatoes at me I'm just a little boy don't try to make me listen try to make me mature I'm not here to look after your wife and kids asus2, cmaj7, dsus2, csus2-dsus2 Csus2 D just a little boy Csus2 D just a little boy asus2, cmaj7, dsus2, csus2-dsus2 Why you doing this to me and Why you doing this to me and Why you doing this to me and Why you doing this Why you doing this to me and Why you doing this to me and Why you doing this to me dsus2, csus2 asus2 and Why'm i doing this to myself
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04-21-2007, 09:41 PM | #942 |
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i wrote a song about the post.
the morning post every morning i land on your floor and i hope today i'm bringing good news i could be a flyer but i could be more like a letter from the main post office about a parcel to be collected or something else exciting like that my envelope's licked shut, my stamp is fully paid cos i am your morning mail the sun shines through your door as i land upon the mat and i'll wait here til you get home i'll wait for you to hang your hat a bill, a letter or a birthday card the morning post, well it touches your heart
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04-23-2007, 08:43 PM | #943 |
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I'll post one too
BEING HONEST I saw things I could not explain to you I said words you could not listen and I wrote a poem you could not read because I was being honest for the first time and I did not say what you wanted to hear. At that moment I was real, I was me Everything you asked me I gave it to you Every question you asked me I answered but you don't remember and you just see what your heart can see I was broken for a while but I'm real, I'm not unrepentant I'll remember every moment you made me feel happy but I'll try to forget a sad ending like this. |
05-04-2007, 07:24 PM | #944 |
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sorry
sorry for all the people that have made the lovely comments on the things ive written in the past, without a reply from me. i dont check this enough, and when i do, its a couple page too late. thanks though! i really appreciate it.
this one is gloves you must have walked with eggshells on your feet because you came in without making a sound you must have swam in six inches of water because youre never afraid you drowned how can you say that youve ever felt at all when all your doors never open youd have to stare down at your hands to see which knob that your holdin gloves baby, gloves sugar pain later, love sooner tell me darlin does the weather tell ya love later, lust sooner you must have been born a phoenix child you sure start some fires when your around you lit a match inside of me but burned none of me down is it that my heart just rains or is that your the one ive tamed if you rode your horse to me baby, youd better give me the reins you wear gloves baby, gloves sugar pain later, love sooner tell me darlin does the weather tell ya love later, lust sooner? when your face is upon it can you the velvet is it the feeling that makes you wanna melt it is it the sound, the sight, the smell? that gets you reeling start looking for what you want and get to stealing wear your gloves baby, gloves honey say you dont, even know me and i change the sky till we match weather so its love later, lust sooner
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06-15-2007, 04:25 AM | #945 |
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i can't do **** with the cops wathcing my block
so i'm sittin here wondering where i f*cked up i never disrespected you, never called you a b*tch or rasied my hand to hit or even clinched a fist have i given you reason to play me like this is my love just a game where you put my life at stake you know me, known to beat em down and hit em with their own heat never been afriad to watch someone from the other side bleed but when the stakes get raised and my lifes on the line well that ain't cool with me for beef that ain't mine, i tried to put it behind its damn hard to put the smith n wesson back in the waist line or to put the pride down and step back to the sane side now you're gone, you left me with this mess do i stand by my pride and unload a clip should i watch him make a fool of me in front of my click i'ma stand like a man, let him beat himself down cause his b*tch a*s ain't worth my doin time in a cell this life i live ain't really tought me sh*t today i realized my pride ain't sh*t i'ma still carry and i'll still bust if the situation gets ruff but i ain't going outta my way to get locked up cause a fool can't handle seeing a ring on you finger by a kid who's been ballin since before he can remember. well, it ain't my fault his head's f*cked up
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06-17-2007, 03:34 PM | #946 |
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aung san suu kyi's birthday is this week, and damo-stylee i wrote this for her. don't have a title yet so any suggestions are welcome!
i've been here so long i can't call this home cos in truth, it's my jail. my cities have changed but i don't know in what ways seems like i'll just never leave let me be set me free let me be set me free i don't know what i've done and now it's all wrong this wasn't what i'd planned at all and now i'm getting older and the nights, they're getting colder my parts, my title and my perfect soul have been stolen from me let me be set me free le me be set me free give me back my promised nation love and hope our salvation
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06-17-2007, 08:00 PM | #947 |
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that's lovely Livo! i like it!
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06-18-2007, 12:17 AM | #948 | |
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Well im glad your here Theres so much i have to say Maybe i shouldn't speak anything And just let you speak You are the one who speaks in tongues And you are the one who is really here I can't tell if your really here Or if your really in my dreams And so you have all you want now Everything, you've ever needed Nothing to run for, Nothing to run from. You see i loved you first On my hand i wrote your name In black berol pen And coloured my heart black (Didn't have a red, black would do.) I loved you first. I dressed you in cowgirl shirts And we wrote letters to each other Lost somewhere in translations But never the less emotional Billy the kid at ten to ten Stood and waited, its cowboy time. Sometimes we are all broken And sometimes we all need that feeling Being pushed away when we kiss Soap flavored Cherry lips And stupid I Love Yous, on candy hearts Nothing beats the real thing. Well im glad your here Theres so much i have to say Maybe i shouldn't speak anything And just let you speak You are the one who speaks in tongues And you are the one who is really here
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i have another new song too YAY! trains and smokey bars these strings are rust and grime but there's no point in changing them i just don't have the time they'll work just fine real girls don't play guitar they just don't have the eyes to see we're all stuck in this bell jar and where's the m in my mtv!? maybe i'm special, maybe i'm odd je ne suis pas trop a la mode i'll stop writing about hearts and stars and start on trains and smokey bars frustrated fingers on aching hands the sliding of the change of chord music, packaged in a can soul food for the truly bored so i climb into my unmade bed where tears have bled into my sheets i push the stop button in my head the film is over, time for sleep maybe i'm special, maybe i'm odd je ne suis pas trop a la mode i'll stop writing about hearts and stars and start on trains and smokey bars start on planes and motor cars
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06-19-2007, 11:31 PM | #950 |
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i wrote a book
and on the seventh line i made a note about how on that night we talked about how lovers steal and how all we could take was a little less than real Do the lines on my face Show thoughts of her have i cross the line too many times have i become stale and too hard to take my teeth my tounge when the final bell in rung will i speak or eat the words in my lung well i worte a book and on the seventh line i made a rule about you Have you given up Or have i become lost |
06-24-2007, 02:25 AM | #951 |
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Steal Blade
Oh taker of life, Took more than you know, His body hits cold floor Arm stretched out as his last breath flowed Oh sweet child Take me home Take this feeling away Be strong now, don’t let it bring you down Down And its never to late To make things right But you made a big hole And the foundations are clear Please hold on strong, Cause im going to fast Were going to crash And my dreams went with him. Arrivederci il mio amico più dolce You have gone further away Yet I feel closer than ever before Evry breath that is taken Brings me one step nearer To home…. Something im working on to be honest im not sure at all and wanted some unbiast opinions One more this one has had more edits than to top one so hopefully is more refined Falling on the wrong side The tracks that guide me Have gone wrong Now im sliding Have no where to turn The bottles my nearest and dearest Oh why cant someone take me home? I smuggle and hide Whatever I can To help cure my craving that’s never to far A smile on my face Belays my heart I don’t want to make a scene, I don’t want to make a fuss, These lies are killing my inner buety So I lie to myself And hope I come through But the drink brings out the worst And im naked for all to see You spread your poisonous words I lose myself first Then my friends drop one by one Like fire fly’s die into the night Till I don’t know who is who My skin turns battle ship grey My hair loses its shine You don’t know how much it affects me And will kill me for a time to come A temporary new dawn Lifts my heart But the clouds drift back As you sail once again into my heart Even after I had fled the rut And I felt strong You can bring me back down Never before had I felt pain and Fear Scared to walk the streets~ The bottle was my escape And my only hoe Deep down Hating what I had become A friend saved me but it might not have been so How far were you willing to go? Would hanging be suffice? Or just watching me drink till oblivion enough? So joke and laugh about it now Even I will join in But never will I forget your lies And deceit Never will I give you the ammo to hurt I pity you now But hate still runs deep, I wish I left you In your pilled up state And I mean that to this day Instead I made you be sick, nursed you back to health Even held you in my arms and cried in hope you would be alright Mutterd I love you and ment it with all my soul But you took it with a pinch of salt Should have known then, just how selfish you could be If only I had forsoe, the evil you would become I can lie and say im ok But the chasms and scars remain upon my soul I loved you like my first Last edited by This has got to die; 06-24-2007 at 04:10 AM. |
06-24-2007, 04:08 AM | #952 |
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And one more very raw effort which has yet to be looked at properly -
And so I may raise my voice In anger at others But never in spite of you Not ever at you It does not mean that I don’t care That don’t hold that bit of extra respect For your feelings or your heart Its just a explosion of frustration taken from the depths of my heart Cause I am neither here or nor there Times I can blow, sometimes I can sail on Without a care in the world For with you I am true Without you I am never new Your smile lights up a thousand candles within my soul Your sob dampens them all And make me cold inside I cant always show what I want to show Cause its easier to hide But when you cry or go quiet And I know something is wrong I clam like a Hedgehog Hide behind my spike I don’t want to talk, If that’s the case I never will, Im stubborn, im fool but that’s who I am I can only grin and apologize No chance of catching me either way And now I have to bring this to a end The night is drawing to a end and my bed is calling So don’t weap when im gone, Be happy cause im yours And nothing could be truer than what we have So sleep, don’t weep hold me near to your heart For this is love, yes its true and yes it’s a scare but who really will care Except you and I, and like she said There are 9 billion people in the world, more or less, but you’re the one, I love the most |
06-26-2007, 05:50 PM | #953 |
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Here is one that has no music yet, but is called The Red Pumps and The Train
I have no direction This thing, is going backwards from Where I came from so long ago and I… Crawling round on my hands Trying to regret my past and I Don’t see the point in it It really had the best tunes Taking things down in threes Pickup trucks picking up nothing but trees And my hands are cold in the breeze Flowing down the station line Rusting supports and guttural rhymes And where words take time They sometimes come out wro- The call, the shout, the man The something we can’t plan The fright, the shriek, the rain The red pumps and the train This has long been coming Strumming and tripping off my Plated tongue Armour for my times And acid for our drum Something to ease it in Something to make it paper- Things don’t turn out so interesting Anyway Anyway Anyway The call, the shout, the man The something we can’t plan The fright, the shriek, the rain The red pumps and the train I have no direction This things going backwards from Where it came from, I’m wrong I feed my bear, it gets stroked And underneath its silver coat lies fin |
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Listened to Fionn Regan for the first time today, and it inspired me to write something. It's not quite finished yet, but I like it so far!
She's on her way She's sick of this she says she's growing and I think she is Well she came round to talk you down She said it's over Just not right now All these things that I'm seeing But I think of you And I don't think he's being Quite what you want him to She loves you boy But what you do Could make her hate you Me too No I won't lie I don't have time I want you gone boy Wanna call her mine All these things that I'm seeing But I think of you And I don't think he's being Quite what you want him to |
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Wow just found this thread.... and after reading aaaaaall the lyrics i now wish i could write like you guys!
Very awesome lyrics... Especially liked ben' s last posted lyrics. cheers, from the musicly talentless eskimo !
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maybe, in a way
if i can buzz just like the city maybe i can buzz like the bees and maybe, in a way, you've brought me to my knees i've missed the boat and that ship has sailed but maybe, in a way, we've won and not failed you're all i need to get me through the storm but maybe, in a way, i'll need to battle it alone the future will kill us all but if i love you i might last longer and maybe, in a way, it'll make us both stronger i've dropped the anchor into the grey iron sea and maybe you'll come to rescue me but poets and ghosts have drowned here before and i've got the key to the lock of your door
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08-08-2007, 11:30 AM | #959 |
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^that's very good, Liv!
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08-13-2007, 11:19 PM | #960 |
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Wow love that a mucho.
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