Judge me
Something I wrote working on a song. Some opinions please.
If I loved you, it’d be pain If i held you, it’d be insane I’m better off in the dirt Better off, as a dead flirt Lick me with eyes of steel I hate to feel She is my only passion As the walls come crashin She was perfection to me She is imperfect to everybody Wind blows into her beauty She loves everybody You told me You’d never leave What a fool I must be To sit there and believe In your own imperfections In your own misdirections I wonder if your blood is gold If your eyes are bold If your mind is dull If you have a soul I know, I am numb I know, I am dumb I hear, beating drum I see, I am crumb Jesus was aborted Jesus was aborted Jesus was deserted Jesus was deserted You told me You’d never leave What a fool I must be To sit there and believe In your own imperfections In your own misdirections I love her, yes I do I hate her, yes I do I need her, yes I do I crave her, yes I do Yes I do (x4) You told me You’d never leave What a fool I must be To sit there and believe In your own imperfections In your own misdirections I love her, yes I do I hate her, yes I do I need her, yes I do I crave her, yes I do |
Needs more "ooh, baby" and girl-world rhymes.
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Well, it would fit right in.
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I give it a 69/420
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I dont judge people I a Christian......Jew ;).:p
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Better off as a dead flirt?
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"Dead flirt" is a vile phrase. It's just the worst.
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Yellow
Yellow Is Everywhere
It's here and there No one seems to care As it runs the air Turn on the T.V. Yellow is all I see Covers our ears and eyes Takes over your mind Yellow is money Yellow consumes me Yellow lies Give it your dime |
The Sun Drenched Ghetto
In The sun drenched ghetto
The place some call home There is a beast That beats his own The children learn to run With their gleeful hate Ignorant to all they do 'Til he notices a mistake The war wages on Can you smell it His whiskey breath The children steal it all & wish for their death The children look around They find only regret They're running from it The crime scene they left |
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The war wages on. |
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I look both ways
Only darkness Hopeless Are you lost like me? Doctors without faces Walking through these places Can they see The country boy in me I beg you to pull the trigger And pay the grave digger His family needs to eat too And I'm a waste of space like you This one is nowhere near done. Any opinions? |
Don't be so concerned with trying to rhyme and you can make something sound very personal without using "I" and "me".
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Whatever happened to Alan Smithee? Is he alive?
IMDB says he's got new movies on the rise But I'm pretty sure that's a lie. Alan, if you hear me, will you let me know? I miss the classics of Hellraiser and Burn Hollywood Burn. You need to make more I need more Alan Smithee films Is Alan Smithee alive? |
im judging you
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i think this are quiet good lyrics for a beginner song. dont let you iritate by musiciens who write this song in 5 minutes. I would say you are on a good way. Only thing is: write, write, sing, sing... Then you will get better and better. Try different subjects and music. Have fun!
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But yeah, the dead flirt thing is a noGooo :D hehe, i was laughing my ass off. But do your thing man. if these are your thoughts then write it! :)
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Well that explains your avatar
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Today, I woke up in my bed
And everything seemed so red I use to spend hours next to you Sleepless nights with you Watching you in pain Unable to walk, not staying sane Goodbye to you, my friend It kills me that you reached the end I'm glad it was painless Cause I know the the pain was relentless |
I, don't know where to turn
Cause your love burns So I looked away to the sun Tell me, what should I have done She drove away in her car Followed by the death of a star I remember it so fondly Something I don't want to see |
Today, I contemplated suicide
Thought it was better to Die No longer be a burden on anyone's life Don't worry I'm allright It feels like a curse Cause everyday gets worse Continual agony Everything's hunky-dory Today I put a knife to my throat Felt the metal on my skin and choked Laid down and produced tears To chicken **** to face my Fears My head is full of lies They all end with Ok and begin with I Leave a sour taste in my parietal lobe Insert here suicidal trope |
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