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 Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 2:26 pm
'cause i love all the poison away with the boys in the band Good morning Campers! rofl
Well, since people really seem to like my fanfic/short story/fiction writing skills, I decided to show off some of my lyrics.
I also think that anyone else who has stuff should post - we could do like the O P/L forum, only we all know each other, and we'll be nicer about it when you suck (jk, derrrr)
So yeah, feel free to criticize, comment, castrate, or covet what is posted.
(have to run and do an errand, will be back to post some in 20 minutes or so)
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 2:53 pm
'cause i love all the poison away with the boys in the band Modus Operandi.
The big man ordered the classroom to be painted:
"White does not spur creativity in our students -
paint it blue!"
So they painted over the white, they painted it blue.
The teacher said "Oh this blue is nice, a refreshing change."
The students came in, they didn't see the blue.
All they saw were the cinderblocks and chalkboard.
The big man ordered the classroom to be painted:
"Blue changes nothing, it's far too depressing a shade -
paint it green!"
So they painted over the blue, they painted it green.
The teacher said "Oh this green is nice, a refreshing change."
The students came in, they didn't see the green.
All they saw were the cinderblocks and chalkboard.
The big man ordered the classroom to be painted:
"Green makes them go to sleep; it makes them sick in their minds...
paint it white!"
So they painted over the green, they painted it white.
The teacher said "Oh this white is nice, a refreshing change."
The students came in, they didn't see the white.
All they saw were the cinderblocks and chalkboard.
The big man ordered the classroom to be painted...
And this is the way things are done.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 2:57 pm
'cause i love all the poison away with the boys in the band You Only Graduate From Sixth Grade Once.
Fifty-seven preteen faces
arranged themselves in the mirror tonight
smearing their makeup in all the wrong places
it never will come out just right.
Fifty-seven pinstripe ties
arranged themselves into nooses tonight
squeezing their owners because guys will be guys
too tough to dance, too proud to fight.
The time has come, it's seven p.m.
Doors to the AP room are flung wide.
They're here to dance they make it seem,
but they really rush in so they can hide.
Fifty-seven boys playing hard to get
and fifty seven girls who ain't dancing yet.
They've been planning this party all year
but they're scared to move now that they're here.
Fifty-seven minutes passed
before a few ventured out.
They're the only ones who had a blast
'cause the rest spent the night nursing doubt.
The time has come, it's ten o'clock.
The end is in sight, so they all run amok.
The next day, it was the best night of their lives,
but only because they managed to survive.
Fifty-seven times it replays in their dreams
and fifty-seven wishes and "what ifs".
Their grade school grad night was ruined, it seems
'cause they met to dance, but they're all just stiffs.
(April showers bring wallflowers
April showers bring wallflowers
cry a tear to water my garden
April showers bring wallflowers)
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 2:59 pm
'cause i love all the poison away with the boys in the band I'm Not A Stalker, So Much As A Guardian Angel.
she walks alone in the midnight hour
she loves its comfort and she will not cower
'neath her black coat, her skin is paper-white
and in my dark alley, she's a beacon of light
but nobody saves her, yeah, nobody acts.
i follow her home to keep her safe
as she floats along, my lily-white waif
but i'm not the only one who sees her along
and watches her dance to the vampires' song
but nobody saves her, they all sit and stare.
and yes, she is anemic,
but they will still bite,
they will still bite her throat. (and nobody saves her)
so she'll wear her veil,
she'll wear her long black coat.
and when they finish, they move on
she walks alone, her spirit gone.
oh, i want to help her, hold her close,
but i can't warm her with my prison clothes
and nobody saves her, yeah, nobody cares.
even though she is anemic,
will they still bite her?
and as they bite her throat (will nobody save her?)
she removes her veil
but not her long black coat.
no one knows about the bullet i keep by my bed
for when i need to erase what's trapping me in my head
on the hour that i can't find her in my sights
well, that's when i'll go home and shut the lights
cause nobody saves her, cause nobody saves her!!!
she's so pale, she's anemic,
but they will still bite,
they will still bite her throat...
and nobody saves her!
so she'll wear her veil
she'll wear her long black coat
CAUSE NOBODY SAVES HER!!!!!
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 3:17 pm
'cause i love all the poison away with the boys in the band How Bonnie Got Her Gun Off.
Hey, all I said was that I had your back.
If you ever needed me,
because you saved my a** a few times back in the day.
So here we are embarking on some great journey.
It's you and me against the world.
It's you and me, you and me,
you and me, baby.
You and me against the world.
I should have noticed something in the queer look in your eye
when I said if you wanted a friend I'd be by your side.
Well, I guess I have no choice now; I can't back down my word.
I swore it to you in the blood I didn't spill.
But, my God, my God! I didn't think I'd be driving down this road,
I'd be on my way to the place where the dead and dying go.
And willingly, too, (fancy that!) because I owe it all to you.
I don't think you'd be comfortable with it either, but
[spoken] then again, I'm not you.
This only happens in the movies in the Italian rain;
this gun wants to know which one of us is insane.
Is it you who sends your best friend off to go and kill a man?
Or is it me for complying 'cause you're the only friend I have?
[this verse spoken/screamed mid bridge and solo]
Hey, don't send me down that road, don't let me see his face.
Whoever he is, nameless, he's just your victim as much as I am!
Or is this all a test? Please, God, just tell me it's a prank
played out in the twisted eggshell mind that becomes him.
My devilishly clever friend.
It's you and me against the world.
It's you and me, you and me,
you and me, baby.
You and me against the world.
He gave me this bullet and he gave me a name.
He said, "If ya do this for me, prety, I swear that we'll share a grave."
My God, dear boy, if you love me and youw ant me as your own,
don't send me to settle your debts, just offer me a home!
Tell me, baby. I just need to hear you say it...
It's you and me against the world.
It's you and me, you and me,
you and me, baby.
You and me against the world.
And now I'm here on the steps of the house he described.
"The driver will wait for you a few blocks behind."
And the doorbell goes off and my whole body's shaking;
Who is this poor soul whose life I'll be takng?
I don't even know, and I don't WANT to know!
I just want to go back home.
Please let me go back home!
The porch light flicks on, I can't go back now.
And the door's opening - God, give me strength somehow
to do what he sent me to do, 'cause I love him.
And if this is what he wants of me, then, dammit, I'll give him a massacre!
OPEN YOUR DOOR!!!
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 9:19 pm
MEINE VERWANDTEN SIND DIE ELEFANTENOhwow.
I got a taste of your lyrical writing skills.
And I thought you were mad talented.
But this is insane.
You have a gift.
I will most definately be a hardxcore, die hard fan of your band.
If you can read this, you don't need glasses. UND WAS ICH GERN' MALE, SIND WALE
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I EAT BRAINZ! Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:15 pm
They're all good, but that last one is TEH SEX. heart And if this is what he wants of me, then, dammit, I'll give him a massacre!
I've tried writing songs/poems occasionally, but they generally suck. I'm mostly a visual art person myself.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 9:00 pm
'cause i love all the poison away with the boys in the band Thanks!
@ Chorus - I'm sure you will be!
Yay, I wrote a song that's teh sex!!! That's probably the most MCR of any song I've ever written. I'm much more like Ben Folds-y or like The Decemberists or something.... as far as sound goes... I guess...
My favorite verse is the "He gave me this bullet..." verse.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 5:15 pm
That last one is just like..
WOW.
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 1:27 am
I need to hear these. You should totally put these to music. Or if you did, you should share. With me. ;3
I've written a few songs before, but since we moved it's like whatever was inspiring me before was like, "******** this, I'm not going anywhere." and stayed back home. So I havent written anything good in long time. You have a gift, though. Definately.
I envy your skill for titling these things. :BB I suck most at titles. Yours are so good. Like if I saw those and hadn't ever seen this thread, they're the kind of title that makes you want to hear/read the song because you can just tell it will be good.
Mine are like, Oh look, another shitty teen poet, let's not read it... xDD
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 12:09 pm
ooh.
These are so rad.
The first one was really ingenious I loved it.
I like song story things, I guess.
You have a knack for this.
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