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05-13-2007, 03:01 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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Sodomy Conquest
Not my best song, but I kind of find it humorous. The title was a nickname for one of our other songs that we didn't know what to do with.
(Quote=George Carlin piece on advertisement and consumerism; music kicks on at "... actually, it's our way of saying, 'bend over just a little bit further, so we may stick this big advertisement **** in a little bit deeper (chord hit), and a little bit deeper (strum), a little bit deeper!'" Verse: Slave of the mistress The dominatrix hold On your knees groveling Vomiting your gold They feed On your need They take What you make Chorus: They're on a sodomy conquest A campaign of rape and pillage They're on a sodomy conquest Consumers, the prey in their rampage Breakdown; Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over (Bend over)Their gonna rape you! (Bend over) (Bend over)Break you with false luxury! (Bend over) Chorus: They're on a sodomy conquest A campaign of rape and pillage They're on a sodomy conquest Consumers, the prey in their rampage (Quote=Lewis Black; story about "where does the universe end" and the 2 Starbucks across from each other) Verse: Slave of the mistress The dominatrix hold On your knees groveling Vomiting your gold They feed On your need They take What you make Chorus: They're on a sodomy conquest A campaign of rape and pillage They're on a sodomy conquest Consumers, the prey in their rampage Outro: [(Bend Over) Their on a sodomy conquest] Their gonna [(Bend Over) A campaign to rape and pillage] rape you! [(Bend Over) Their on a sodomy conquest] Break you with [(Bend Over) Consumers, the prey in their rampage] false luxury! Start Player
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05-13-2007, 05:12 PM | #2 (permalink) | |
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I'll crit this later. Props on the Carlin quote though.
Lame angsty punk lyrics. How original. Still like the Carlin quote though.
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06-04-2007, 09:59 AM | #6 (permalink) |
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Why? Did you think you could win? Crasy fool. I'm lord of the bum.
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06-06-2007, 08:19 AM | #8 (permalink) |
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Well, firstly, the songs I have aren't actual recordings. I exported the Guitar Pro files to WAV, then converted them to MP3. So that's why there aren't any vocals.
Plus, we don't have a vocalist. And who is Tiny Tim?
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06-06-2007, 02:27 PM | #9 (permalink) |
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Tim Cratchit aka 'Tiny Tim'... is a fictional character in the classic story 'A Christmas Carol' by Charles Dickens.
He is the son of Bob Cratchit. The character is said to be based on the invalid son of a friend of Dickens who owned a cotton mill in Ardwick, Manchester. In the story, Tim is crippled and very ill, near to the point of death. Nevertheless, he is a very happy boy and is very much loved by his parents; he is best known for the line, "God bless us, every one!" His illness could be easily cured with the right money; however, Cratchit's low wage from Ebenezer Scrooge does not provide the funds to do so, and Cratchit dares not ask Scrooge for help. "'No, no. There's father coming,' cried the two young Cratchits, who were everywhere at once. 'Hide, Martha, hide.' So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at least three feet of comforter exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his threadbare clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and had his limbs supported by an iron frame. Hella Gangsta. |