FunknPunk
11-03-2006, 09:28 PM
Hey. So i wrote this song for my girlfriend to sing, it's called Dorian Grey.
(for those of you who are unfamiliar with Oscar Wilde's book "The Portrait of Dorian Grey", the story is about a youthful young man who wishes to live forever. his friend paints a portrait of him. The quirk is that while Dorian himself does not age, the portrait ages. There is, of course, more to Wilde's novel, and it makes for an excellent read. i recommend.)
Oh! My pitied illusion
Of sex and cheap cologne
Play to cliché; my tourism
Would blind me had I but known
This gasoline and vasoline
Will play for me again
My double-deuce, my anarchist
Bitter herbs requite a stronger end
Your pallid face screams anguish
Red skies frame your contorted head
Turmoil, doubt; O, but for Dorian Grey
My skin sets sex on the bed
Ash still falls from our cigarette
Jacket zipped; colored fabric dyes
Wearing thin, our guilty amusements
Soaked to the bone in compromise
For your sardonic pleasure
I’ll have my neck twisted out of spite
You live to be somnambulistic;
To paint this picture in black and white
And so now all those memories
In negatives of black and white
Live forever in a sordid snuff film
A haunting Grey in the blinding lights
Oh no amount of money
Would seduce like immortality
This bitter pill I take today
Do me well to set me free
My Picasso hangs in the mirror
This wasted, poor fatality
You lay as Dorian Grey
Etching your lines into my face
It would be excellent if i could get some criticism back for this; i'm supposed to get her the literature by next weekend, so any revisions/opinions that people have on this would really make my song-writing experience better.
Thanks in advance, and i'll crit-for-crit
(for those of you who are unfamiliar with Oscar Wilde's book "The Portrait of Dorian Grey", the story is about a youthful young man who wishes to live forever. his friend paints a portrait of him. The quirk is that while Dorian himself does not age, the portrait ages. There is, of course, more to Wilde's novel, and it makes for an excellent read. i recommend.)
Oh! My pitied illusion
Of sex and cheap cologne
Play to cliché; my tourism
Would blind me had I but known
This gasoline and vasoline
Will play for me again
My double-deuce, my anarchist
Bitter herbs requite a stronger end
Your pallid face screams anguish
Red skies frame your contorted head
Turmoil, doubt; O, but for Dorian Grey
My skin sets sex on the bed
Ash still falls from our cigarette
Jacket zipped; colored fabric dyes
Wearing thin, our guilty amusements
Soaked to the bone in compromise
For your sardonic pleasure
I’ll have my neck twisted out of spite
You live to be somnambulistic;
To paint this picture in black and white
And so now all those memories
In negatives of black and white
Live forever in a sordid snuff film
A haunting Grey in the blinding lights
Oh no amount of money
Would seduce like immortality
This bitter pill I take today
Do me well to set me free
My Picasso hangs in the mirror
This wasted, poor fatality
You lay as Dorian Grey
Etching your lines into my face
It would be excellent if i could get some criticism back for this; i'm supposed to get her the literature by next weekend, so any revisions/opinions that people have on this would really make my song-writing experience better.
Thanks in advance, and i'll crit-for-crit