emo=elmow/otheL
07-20-2005, 12:21 AM
Okay, people have liked the last couple of songs Ive posted so Im gonna take a big chance here...
This song is pretty long. It is in fact a(counts)6 part punk song kinda like Jesus of Suburbia or Homecoming. Stylistically its very different from those, but I just wanted you to know why its SO...****...LOOOONG!
Well here it is...
A FLOWERING SUCCUBUS
I.Rotten Candy
Broken candy machine
Just turned sweet sixteen
She gives him what he wants
When all she wants is to be wanted more
She dont know where to draw the line
But he thinks that is just fine
Self destruct on overdrive
9 months left to live her life
She walked up to him
Asked what he was doing after school
He said nothin 'cept for you
He aint nothing but her tool
She dont know where to draw the line
But he thinks that is just fine
Self destruct on overdrive
9 months left to live her life
(Geetar solo here)
She dont know where to draw the line
But all the guys think thats just fine
Bugs eating the family jewels :)
Nothing but rusted tools.
II. Cherry Wine Vinegar
Lets all get together and dress up
Lets all get together and wear toy make up
Lets all get in line, the candy machines broken
Lets all get in line to see what everyones smokin'
Drown yourself in the oil
While your slaves toil
Homebase has been spoiled
Welcome to Sixth Grade America
Endless experimentation
Lick up your perspiration
Smoke yourself to emaciation
Welcome to Sixth Grade America
Freelove aint free no more
Water the orchids they're feeling sore
Turn the wine into water
But calamine lotion wont make you smarter
Mrs.Beauty Queen is really obnoxious
The smells on her are kind of toxic
Theyll all die in the winter
And the buzzards will eat their innards
Drown yourself in the oil
While your slaves toil
Home base has been spoiled
Welcome to Sixth Grade America
III. A Flowering Succubus
To the back room she took me by surprise
Entranced me with those bright green eyes
Taking control, she took a toll, then took hold of hand and said...(she doesnt say anything yet)
To the end of the night she shook me unrequited
Swallowed me with those big doe eyes
Taking hold of me in her vitriolic viscera, she smiled and said...
No longer a wallflower
Out of the woodwork she sprang
Like a venus flytrap meant just for me
Meant to hold me in the flame she said:
"You are my Pariah! You are my silent one!
You will,
be still as I,
Kill the desire
to run from the fire!"
IV. Your Friendly Neighborhood Stalker
Help me help you
Let me touch you
Hide but dont run
It'll make it more fun
You think I'm a loser
But I'm just an abuser
Same old same old
Your just as cold
Your pretty
Your pretty
Your pretty
ANNOYING!
Help me help you
Help me kill you
Hide but dont run
It'll make it more fun
I might not know you
But Ive got the manual
All is well that
Never begins
Your pretty
Your pretty
Your pretty
ANNOYING!
Stalk, stalk,
alls I wanna do
Is stalk you
Your pretty
Your pretty
Your pretty
ANNOYING!
V. Cupid, Buzzards, and Hookers
I know now what I have become in your eyes and then I wonder how
How could I be so dumb when oppurtunity lurked waiting for me
I guess it must all be a game to you game over push restart again
Disposable I am thrown away so the buzzards can eat my broken heart again
You know now what I have become in my mind now that you see the damage
Its always been, other minds that make choices and decisions for you
Dont you hear the inner child that says there just might be something more there
Why cant we tear down these walls of postmortem premature and live without a care
You dont know
I dont either
Love bites
Why bother
Out of style
Out of time
Out of sight
Out of mind
VI. Itchy
I'm not addicted Im just hooked
Im not a stoner its just the way I look
I wont OD thats just a myth
Im not a junkie I just itch
I just hate it
Your overrated
Im so jaded
You are serated
But I'll keep you anyway
Oh no what if Im addicted
Oh no what if Im a stoner
Oh no what if I OD
Oh no what if I scratch till I bleed
I just hate it
Your overrated
Im so jaded
You are serated
But I'll keep you anyway
You hypodermic hypocrite
Oh well Im addicted
Oh well Im a stoner
Oh well I am bleeding
OOPS! I JUST OD'D!!! :)
Well thats it. My fingers hurt. You can look at this like 6 seperate songs or one bigass one with a lovely plot. Either way...
This song is pretty long. It is in fact a(counts)6 part punk song kinda like Jesus of Suburbia or Homecoming. Stylistically its very different from those, but I just wanted you to know why its SO...****...LOOOONG!
Well here it is...
A FLOWERING SUCCUBUS
I.Rotten Candy
Broken candy machine
Just turned sweet sixteen
She gives him what he wants
When all she wants is to be wanted more
She dont know where to draw the line
But he thinks that is just fine
Self destruct on overdrive
9 months left to live her life
She walked up to him
Asked what he was doing after school
He said nothin 'cept for you
He aint nothing but her tool
She dont know where to draw the line
But he thinks that is just fine
Self destruct on overdrive
9 months left to live her life
(Geetar solo here)
She dont know where to draw the line
But all the guys think thats just fine
Bugs eating the family jewels :)
Nothing but rusted tools.
II. Cherry Wine Vinegar
Lets all get together and dress up
Lets all get together and wear toy make up
Lets all get in line, the candy machines broken
Lets all get in line to see what everyones smokin'
Drown yourself in the oil
While your slaves toil
Homebase has been spoiled
Welcome to Sixth Grade America
Endless experimentation
Lick up your perspiration
Smoke yourself to emaciation
Welcome to Sixth Grade America
Freelove aint free no more
Water the orchids they're feeling sore
Turn the wine into water
But calamine lotion wont make you smarter
Mrs.Beauty Queen is really obnoxious
The smells on her are kind of toxic
Theyll all die in the winter
And the buzzards will eat their innards
Drown yourself in the oil
While your slaves toil
Home base has been spoiled
Welcome to Sixth Grade America
III. A Flowering Succubus
To the back room she took me by surprise
Entranced me with those bright green eyes
Taking control, she took a toll, then took hold of hand and said...(she doesnt say anything yet)
To the end of the night she shook me unrequited
Swallowed me with those big doe eyes
Taking hold of me in her vitriolic viscera, she smiled and said...
No longer a wallflower
Out of the woodwork she sprang
Like a venus flytrap meant just for me
Meant to hold me in the flame she said:
"You are my Pariah! You are my silent one!
You will,
be still as I,
Kill the desire
to run from the fire!"
IV. Your Friendly Neighborhood Stalker
Help me help you
Let me touch you
Hide but dont run
It'll make it more fun
You think I'm a loser
But I'm just an abuser
Same old same old
Your just as cold
Your pretty
Your pretty
Your pretty
ANNOYING!
Help me help you
Help me kill you
Hide but dont run
It'll make it more fun
I might not know you
But Ive got the manual
All is well that
Never begins
Your pretty
Your pretty
Your pretty
ANNOYING!
Stalk, stalk,
alls I wanna do
Is stalk you
Your pretty
Your pretty
Your pretty
ANNOYING!
V. Cupid, Buzzards, and Hookers
I know now what I have become in your eyes and then I wonder how
How could I be so dumb when oppurtunity lurked waiting for me
I guess it must all be a game to you game over push restart again
Disposable I am thrown away so the buzzards can eat my broken heart again
You know now what I have become in my mind now that you see the damage
Its always been, other minds that make choices and decisions for you
Dont you hear the inner child that says there just might be something more there
Why cant we tear down these walls of postmortem premature and live without a care
You dont know
I dont either
Love bites
Why bother
Out of style
Out of time
Out of sight
Out of mind
VI. Itchy
I'm not addicted Im just hooked
Im not a stoner its just the way I look
I wont OD thats just a myth
Im not a junkie I just itch
I just hate it
Your overrated
Im so jaded
You are serated
But I'll keep you anyway
Oh no what if Im addicted
Oh no what if Im a stoner
Oh no what if I OD
Oh no what if I scratch till I bleed
I just hate it
Your overrated
Im so jaded
You are serated
But I'll keep you anyway
You hypodermic hypocrite
Oh well Im addicted
Oh well Im a stoner
Oh well I am bleeding
OOPS! I JUST OD'D!!! :)
Well thats it. My fingers hurt. You can look at this like 6 seperate songs or one bigass one with a lovely plot. Either way...