Dog Fights At A Friday Night Masquerade Party (lyrics, dance)

**sleepy jack** · 05-09-2006, 06:43 PM

Disappoint the dancer not,
A subtle charm in his eye,
He kissed my hand,
Asked if he could have this dance
Waltz around the room,
His breath tickles my ear as he whispers
“Vegas, you, me, a cup of sherry
We can leave right now say our vows in the morn
Who needs a brides maid when I go you babe?”

He starts up the ignition
Flying down the highway
Two lovers high on romance
Sneak up through my window,
Bottom floor second to the left
Throw that box in the suitcase
Dump the drawer in there
Its fit to burst, I think it just cracked
“fuck it, will buy a new, it’ll be class!”
Throw it in the truck, an all night drive
"Who cares about the gas?
I just wanna hold you tight"

Childlike smiles, stifling laughter
We pull up to a sketchy chapel
Preacher grins a one-toothed smile
He hands us some fine looking rags
We dress up, oh what a pair we are
“Oh how dashing you are my prince!”
“Look at you from a teen to beauty queen!”
We say our vows, a white toothed “You bet I do"
Hand in hand, speeding off to our royal honeymoon

Find the best desert view inn
For some reason the atmosphere isn’t right
You whisper for me to undress
A lustful look in your eye
A bitter taste in my mouth
A warning for whats to come?
No I’m just nervous, of course I comply
You take my arms, something isn’t right
You’re grip tightens I scream “David let go!”
You throw me onto the bed and say
“Don’t you fucking move bitch”
Too terrified to run, too scared to yell

You grab some wine take a gulp and scream
“Heres to Friday night! Foolish choices
Broken trust, Amber wine and stupid whores”
Smash the bottle against my ribcage
Slam me against the door, my head splits
I scream please please don’t..
With a Joel Rifkin look in your eyes
Why did I fall for a cunning pick up line?
Played like a deck of cards, im so worthless
Blue eyes and childish lies
You drive yourself into me and continue to rape me
I scream one last time..
“JUST SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SLUT"
Everything’s black…

I wake with a jolt, my head aches so much
The light pours in from a crack as it gradually extends
“Is this heaven…?”
“No sweety, this is only the honeymoon”
Chuck me out of the car
I'm so fucking sore..

Bruises from my heels to my neck
Blood from my thigh to my breast
Its caked and dry along my matted and dirty hair
How did I fall for his fake charm? why did
I believe he was mr. right? What did I get?
A night of rape instead of magic
A black eye instead of a ring
A life full of misery instead of a teenagers dream
I take my wedding dress and bind my face
I’m scum I deserve this place
How could I’ve been so stupid?
How could I have fallen for such a trick?
I can still feel his dick…I’ll die out here
Im trash I’ll blow away in the wind..
I’ll die out here suffocated by a symbol of my mistakes,
I take as much of that dress down my throat as I can
All the while humming in my head
"Heres to Friday nights! Foolish choices
Broken trust, Amber wine,
Blood, bruises, the ending of life
Heres to Sarah E. Rose"
I willingly take my life
To be vulture feed
For at least among them
I will feel I have need

Crowe · 05-10-2006, 01:18 AM

Graphic! The lyrics would kill if a cleverness was used in creating the music... the story itself makes you want to rip your skin into confetti- SEE: Vendetta Red

TrampInaTux · 05-10-2006, 10:44 AM

Great, great, great. Good visuals and the scene is really set within each verse. Get this recorded and you might have found your new niche!

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05-09-2006, 06:43 PM
sleepy jack Bone Machine Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Jesusland Posts: 17,569	Dog Fights At A Friday Night Masquerade Party Disappoint the dancer not, A subtle charm in his eye, He kissed my hand, Asked if he could have this dance Waltz around the room, His breath tickles my ear as he whispers “Vegas, you, me, a cup of sherry We can leave right now say our vows in the morn Who needs a brides maid when I go you babe?” He starts up the ignition Flying down the highway Two lovers high on romance Sneak up through my window, Bottom floor second to the left Throw that box in the suitcase Dump the drawer in there Its fit to burst, I think it just cracked “fuck it, will buy a new, it’ll be class!” Throw it in the truck, an all night drive "Who cares about the gas? I just wanna hold you tight" Childlike smiles, stifling laughter We pull up to a sketchy chapel Preacher grins a one-toothed smile He hands us some fine looking rags We dress up, oh what a pair we are “Oh how dashing you are my prince!” “Look at you from a teen to beauty queen!” We say our vows, a white toothed “You bet I do" Hand in hand, speeding off to our royal honeymoon Find the best desert view inn For some reason the atmosphere isn’t right You whisper for me to undress A lustful look in your eye A bitter taste in my mouth A warning for whats to come? No I’m just nervous, of course I comply You take my arms, something isn’t right You’re grip tightens I scream “David let go!” You throw me onto the bed and say “Don’t you fucking move bitch” Too terrified to run, too scared to yell You grab some wine take a gulp and scream “Heres to Friday night! Foolish choices Broken trust, Amber wine and stupid whores” Smash the bottle against my ribcage Slam me against the door, my head splits I scream please please don’t.. With a Joel Rifkin look in your eyes Why did I fall for a cunning pick up line? Played like a deck of cards, im so worthless Blue eyes and childish lies You drive yourself into me and continue to rape me I scream one last time.. “JUST SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SLUT" Everything’s black… I wake with a jolt, my head aches so much The light pours in from a crack as it gradually extends “Is this heaven…?” “No sweety, this is only the honeymoon” Chuck me out of the car I'm so fucking sore.. Bruises from my heels to my neck Blood from my thigh to my breast Its caked and dry along my matted and dirty hair How did I fall for his fake charm? why did I believe he was mr. right? What did I get? A night of rape instead of magic A black eye instead of a ring A life full of misery instead of a teenagers dream I take my wedding dress and bind my face I’m scum I deserve this place How could I’ve been so stupid? How could I have fallen for such a trick? I can still feel his dick…I’ll die out here Im trash I’ll blow away in the wind.. I’ll die out here suffocated by a symbol of my mistakes, I take as much of that dress down my throat as I can All the while humming in my head "Heres to Friday nights! Foolish choices Broken trust, Amber wine, Blood, bruises, the ending of life Heres to Sarah E. Rose" I willingly take my life To be vulture feed For at least among them I will feel I have need __________________ I'm not blind, I believe in you.

05-10-2006, 01:18 AM
Crowe Music Addict Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Chicago/St. Louie Posts: 726	Graphic! The lyrics would kill if a cleverness was used in creating the music... the story itself makes you want to rip your skin into confetti- SEE: Vendetta Red __________________ My silly experimental band: www.myspace.com/boyfromthestarsmusic

05-10-2006, 10:44 AM
TrampInaTux that's my war face. Join Date: Nov 2005 Posts: 1,451	Great, great, great. Good visuals and the scene is really set within each verse. Get this recorded and you might have found your new niche!