emo=elmow/otheL
07-20-2005, 02:32 AM
This is actually 2 songs, but1) Theyre in the same key.2) They have similar themes. 3) Theyre the only two slow acoustic songs that Ive written and been happywith, so I when I practice I always play them one after the other anyway and it just stuck. So here it is.
Goodbye, Bumblebee, Goodbye
I. Goodbye
So much to regret
So much to remember
So much for this
Lasting forever
So many places,
Never endeavoured
So many things
Never understood
This is my goodbye
My last reply
The end of my line
Bone flesh limb and life
Maybe when I die
I could touch the sky
But the sky's so high too high for me
After all of my mistakes how can you
Expect me, to be, the way you always wanted me
Cause this life seems so fake
No values at stake
This lifes fake, and thats a dream
This is my goodbye
My last reply
The end of my line
Bone flesh limb and life
Maybe when I die
I could touch the sky
But the sky's so high too high for me
Ridicule, inevitable, inedible, well maybe its just medical
I am as good as dead
Dont know where Ive been led
Dont know if its my time
No substance to my life, so
This is my goodbye
My last reply
The end of my line
Bone flesh limb and life
Maybe when I die
I could touch the sky
But the sky's so high too high for me
II. Bumblebee
In retrospect, ignorance is bliss
And the beasts and the trees and the birds and the bees have more common sense
In retrospect, see the possibilities
And wrong turns and harsh words and the
One that I hurt, only now do I learn, learn that
Were just a bunch of bees, in a smoked out hive
Fighting for nectar so sweet
Were just a bunch of bees , with too much rope
Waiting for the right time to sting
In retrospect, I have no excuses
Only reasons for treason that I saw on TV
Blood, sex and booze that I stole for free
In morning, see a star rise
I feel the breeze sweep through the trees and
The birds and the bees, kill the beasts
Leaving Aerosmith and Cockroaches for the crimson king.(okay maybe not really:) )
Were just a bunch of bees, in a smoked out hive
Fighting for nectar so sweet
Were just a bunch of bees , with too much rope
Waiting for the right time to sting
Smell the roses I raped
Taste the lips that I taped
Cause we are the glass that cuts our flesh
We are the glass
For a eulogy, launch codes are swell
For an epitaph, make a wish in the well
In death I dont know where were led
But in the end well share the same deathbed
The End
To be honest I think these are 2 of my weakest ones. Any advice would be welcome. Thanks.
Do I really need to say Crit for Crit? People seem to do that anyway. Oh well.
Goodbye, Bumblebee, Goodbye
I. Goodbye
So much to regret
So much to remember
So much for this
Lasting forever
So many places,
Never endeavoured
So many things
Never understood
This is my goodbye
My last reply
The end of my line
Bone flesh limb and life
Maybe when I die
I could touch the sky
But the sky's so high too high for me
After all of my mistakes how can you
Expect me, to be, the way you always wanted me
Cause this life seems so fake
No values at stake
This lifes fake, and thats a dream
This is my goodbye
My last reply
The end of my line
Bone flesh limb and life
Maybe when I die
I could touch the sky
But the sky's so high too high for me
Ridicule, inevitable, inedible, well maybe its just medical
I am as good as dead
Dont know where Ive been led
Dont know if its my time
No substance to my life, so
This is my goodbye
My last reply
The end of my line
Bone flesh limb and life
Maybe when I die
I could touch the sky
But the sky's so high too high for me
II. Bumblebee
In retrospect, ignorance is bliss
And the beasts and the trees and the birds and the bees have more common sense
In retrospect, see the possibilities
And wrong turns and harsh words and the
One that I hurt, only now do I learn, learn that
Were just a bunch of bees, in a smoked out hive
Fighting for nectar so sweet
Were just a bunch of bees , with too much rope
Waiting for the right time to sting
In retrospect, I have no excuses
Only reasons for treason that I saw on TV
Blood, sex and booze that I stole for free
In morning, see a star rise
I feel the breeze sweep through the trees and
The birds and the bees, kill the beasts
Leaving Aerosmith and Cockroaches for the crimson king.(okay maybe not really:) )
Were just a bunch of bees, in a smoked out hive
Fighting for nectar so sweet
Were just a bunch of bees , with too much rope
Waiting for the right time to sting
Smell the roses I raped
Taste the lips that I taped
Cause we are the glass that cuts our flesh
We are the glass
For a eulogy, launch codes are swell
For an epitaph, make a wish in the well
In death I dont know where were led
But in the end well share the same deathbed
The End
To be honest I think these are 2 of my weakest ones. Any advice would be welcome. Thanks.
Do I really need to say Crit for Crit? People seem to do that anyway. Oh well.