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The Erroneous Hoodlum
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Another one of my bands songs that ive written. This one is sung somewhat slower than most of our songs but picks up on the chorus. the music is still heavy and kinda sludgy with a rockin solo thrown in that ranges from a few seconds to a few minutes depending on our moods.
Addiction Im not comfortable with change/ find myself slipping away/ in the confusion that ive made.../ with the illusions that ive played I try to forget/ but i recall/ just when i think ive seen it all/ and everythings yesterdays news.../ no questions asked, no choice to choose its hard to say what still remains/ lost connections/ broken chains/ portraits the water once reflects.../ The stones been tossed, that scene is wrecked Chorus: locked up, broke out, what else could i do?/ |
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Year Zero
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Hehe...Im watching a documentary on Bob Dylan at the moment and I'v just sang the lyrics to 'Addiction' in a Dylanesque style (sorry Fenix) and it worked beatifully haha.
Good job with the lyrics by the way.
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Year Zero
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Please don't ban me
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ashes against the grain
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dude i really like your song were am i gonna be able to purchase your record
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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Bright F*cking Red
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do you have anything up on the net yet?
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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