Head like a sieve (title, song, Hang)

TrampInaTux · 10-11-2006, 01:35 PM

Burdens fill the gaps
The sun shines through my body
With my back to it
I run from everybody
Pieces of a boy
The shadow of a man
Caught between the two
Lost without a plan

Tears in the message centre
The old mans been there since December

And I know we'll make it in the end

Effort consumes my soul
Realisation is a bother
Facing outward to the world
Not looking at the problem
I'll stare you in the eye
And nothing will have changed
My face forces a smile
but broken I remain

Tears in the message centre
The old mans been there since December

And I know we'll make it in the end
I'll try my best and that's all I can give
But it's hard when your heads like a sieve...
It's hard when your heads like a sieve...

You might not agree, but I'm going to be ****y and say this is my favourite piece of work I've done in a while. Please comment...

**right-track** · 10-11-2006, 01:36 PM

Love the title ^

TrampInaTux · 10-11-2006, 01:51 PM

I was actually a bit indifferent about it... wondered whether it would sound like I was throwing it in their just to rhyme...what you think of the actual song?

**right-track** · 10-11-2006, 02:04 PM

Has it got a chorus?
If not I like the idea of this being it...

Tears in the message centre
The old mans been there since December
And I know we'll make it in the end
I'll try my best and that's all I can give
But it's hard when your heads like a sieve...
It's hard when your heads like a sieve...

And having read it again several times, I have to say the first verse is brilliant.
Also, I would have picked the line...Pieces Of A Boy, Shadow Of A Man, as the title, despite liking your pick.

It's one of your better ones.

**Urban Hatemonger** · 10-11-2006, 02:12 PM

This thread reminds me of sievehead from Saturday Superstore

**right-track** · 10-11-2006, 02:15 PM

^

How I hate Mike Read.

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10-11-2006, 01:35 PM
TrampInaTux that's my war face. Join Date: Nov 2005 Posts: 1,457	Head like a sieve Burdens fill the gaps The sun shines through my body With my back to it I run from everybody Pieces of a boy The shadow of a man Caught between the two Lost without a plan Tears in the message centre The old mans been there since December And I know we'll make it in the end Effort consumes my soul Realisation is a bother Facing outward to the world Not looking at the problem I'll stare you in the eye And nothing will have changed My face forces a smile but broken I remain Tears in the message centre The old mans been there since December And I know we'll make it in the end I'll try my best and that's all I can give But it's hard when your heads like a sieve... It's hard when your heads like a sieve... You might not agree, but I'm going to be ****y and say this is my favourite piece of work I've done in a while. Please comment...

10-11-2006, 01:36 PM
right-track Avin' It! Join Date: May 2005 Location: THE PEOPLES ЯEPUBLIK ФF MAИCUИIA Posts: 4,948	Love the title ^ __________________ Choose Liverpool. Choose the dole queue. Choose to scam disability benefit. Choose mind-numbing, grinding efficiency over flair. Choose Torben Piechnik, Istvan Kozma and Paul Stewart. Choose not to win a single league title since the backpass rule was implemented. Choose penalties. Choose car stereos, hubcaps and stanley knives. Choose to trade on your proud sense of tradition and then not lift a finger in protest when two American billionaires who don't even know the name of your club decide to buy it. Choose to win the European Cup whilst only having to play seven matches. Choose to bask in a perpetual, sickening, media love-in. Choose celebrities who ** off out of your city as soon as they have earned the money to do so and then spend the rest of their lives harping on about how wonderful it is. Choose to sing about Munich until confronted with your own tragedy. Choose to end it all in an orgy of self pity, just another excuse to perpetuate the grief culture spawned by your selfish, insular **ed-up excuse for a city. Choose your future. Choose Scouse.

10-11-2006, 01:51 PM
TrampInaTux that's my war face. Join Date: Nov 2005 Posts: 1,457	I was actually a bit indifferent about it... wondered whether it would sound like I was throwing it in their just to rhyme...what you think of the actual song?

10-11-2006, 02:04 PM
right-track Avin' It! Join Date: May 2005 Location: THE PEOPLES ЯEPUBLIK ФF MAИCUИIA Posts: 4,948	Has it got a chorus? If not I like the idea of this being it... Tears in the message centre The old mans been there since December And I know we'll make it in the end I'll try my best and that's all I can give But it's hard when your heads like a sieve... It's hard when your heads like a sieve... And having read it again several times, I have to say the first verse is brilliant. Also, I would have picked the line...Pieces Of A Boy, Shadow Of A Man, as the title, despite liking your pick. It's one of your better ones. __________________ Choose Liverpool. Choose the dole queue. Choose to scam disability benefit. Choose mind-numbing, grinding efficiency over flair. Choose Torben Piechnik, Istvan Kozma and Paul Stewart. Choose not to win a single league title since the backpass rule was implemented. Choose penalties. Choose car stereos, hubcaps and stanley knives. Choose to trade on your proud sense of tradition and then not lift a finger in protest when two American billionaires who don't even know the name of your club decide to buy it. Choose to win the European Cup whilst only having to play seven matches. Choose to bask in a perpetual, sickening, media love-in. Choose celebrities who ** off out of your city as soon as they have earned the money to do so and then spend the rest of their lives harping on about how wonderful it is. Choose to sing about Munich until confronted with your own tragedy. Choose to end it all in an orgy of self pity, just another excuse to perpetuate the grief culture spawned by your selfish, insular **ed-up excuse for a city. Choose your future. Choose Scouse.

10-11-2006, 02:12 PM
Urban Hatemonger Groovy Hate F*ck Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: Nuuk , Greenland Posts: 9,331	This thread reminds me of sievehead from Saturday Superstore __________________

10-11-2006, 02:15 PM
right-track Avin' It! Join Date: May 2005 Location: THE PEOPLES ЯEPUBLIK ФF MAИCUИIA Posts: 4,948	^ How I hate Mike Read. __________________ Choose Liverpool. Choose the dole queue. Choose to scam disability benefit. Choose mind-numbing, grinding efficiency over flair. Choose Torben Piechnik, Istvan Kozma and Paul Stewart. Choose not to win a single league title since the backpass rule was implemented. Choose penalties. Choose car stereos, hubcaps and stanley knives. Choose to trade on your proud sense of tradition and then not lift a finger in protest when two American billionaires who don't even know the name of your club decide to buy it. Choose to win the European Cup whilst only having to play seven matches. Choose to bask in a perpetual, sickening, media love-in. Choose celebrities who ** off out of your city as soon as they have earned the money to do so and then spend the rest of their lives harping on about how wonderful it is. Choose to sing about Munich until confronted with your own tragedy. Choose to end it all in an orgy of self pity, just another excuse to perpetuate the grief culture spawned by your selfish, insular **ed-up excuse for a city. Choose your future. Choose Scouse.