Crimsonpunk
10-21-2005, 05:59 PM
This is something iv'e been dabbling with, has a cool folky sort of rythm to it, which i'll post up as soon as I get a recording. Any suggestions on the lyrics??
Iv'e sorted the flow out, so don't worry about that. Also, I used a chorus out of one of my old songs after chopping it a bit.
V1
This is the
Simplist tune I could think of
To explain the most
Complicated feelings that iv'e got
And there ain't much to it
Sure sounds pretty, don't it?
Comes across pretty well when I six-string four chords together like my fingers are on fire
Not concerned with the notes i'm using
Getting high, and taking breaks to play music
'Till it all comes crashing down like a badly built brick wall
On my run down street
Oh, and theres a dust-white cat that sits on the cracks
Yellow eyes that pierce right into my back
When I walk by so fast
You'd swear I was late, for running from something
And the pens my only friend, worst enemy, and evreything in between
Getting ink on my hand while i'm searching my pockets for letters someone left with me in a dream
v2.
I'm not a poet, at least not that i'm aware of
I hock up hackneyed lines evreytime I cough
This cigarettes not lit
And iv'e been sucking on it for the last six minutes
Been living under a rock
One of these days my heads gonna snap clean off
So please prop it up on the mantlepiece
Tormenting ornaments, untill I reach my peak
Iv'e got a pick that says 'heavy' on it
I could write heavy music, but I don't want it
I'd rather write something soft
So I can hear the shouts of 'get the FU>CK of my stage'
Chorus
(She said)
Step back, theres a crack in your act
Leave through the back with the facts still intact
This means to you what it means to me
So return, and burn in turn
Eternally and unconcerned
This means to you what it means to me
www.myspace.com/skunkedpunk
Iv'e sorted the flow out, so don't worry about that. Also, I used a chorus out of one of my old songs after chopping it a bit.
V1
This is the
Simplist tune I could think of
To explain the most
Complicated feelings that iv'e got
And there ain't much to it
Sure sounds pretty, don't it?
Comes across pretty well when I six-string four chords together like my fingers are on fire
Not concerned with the notes i'm using
Getting high, and taking breaks to play music
'Till it all comes crashing down like a badly built brick wall
On my run down street
Oh, and theres a dust-white cat that sits on the cracks
Yellow eyes that pierce right into my back
When I walk by so fast
You'd swear I was late, for running from something
And the pens my only friend, worst enemy, and evreything in between
Getting ink on my hand while i'm searching my pockets for letters someone left with me in a dream
v2.
I'm not a poet, at least not that i'm aware of
I hock up hackneyed lines evreytime I cough
This cigarettes not lit
And iv'e been sucking on it for the last six minutes
Been living under a rock
One of these days my heads gonna snap clean off
So please prop it up on the mantlepiece
Tormenting ornaments, untill I reach my peak
Iv'e got a pick that says 'heavy' on it
I could write heavy music, but I don't want it
I'd rather write something soft
So I can hear the shouts of 'get the FU>CK of my stage'
Chorus
(She said)
Step back, theres a crack in your act
Leave through the back with the facts still intact
This means to you what it means to me
So return, and burn in turn
Eternally and unconcerned
This means to you what it means to me
www.myspace.com/skunkedpunk