ThePhanastasio

Song #1: Self

This is the way the world ends, love
Something like a kiss that never was
It aches, half-forgotten and tastes of death
I stop to take a collective breath
Before the ending world

Close my eyes
Close my eyes
Close my eyes
Close my eyes

Goodnight, sleep tight
Don't let the...
Goodnight, sleep tight
Don't let the bed...
Sleep tight
Don't let the bed bugs bite

Close my eyes
Close my eyes
Close my eyes
Close my eyes

Tipped up the bottle to realize
My life is flashing before my eyes...

Dr_Rez

Thats pretty cool I like that. You make chords changes to accompany or just lyrics?

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*Best chance of losing virginity is in prison crew*
*Always Checks Credentials Crew*
*nba > nfl crew*
*Shave one of my legs to pretend its a girl in my bed crew*

ThePhanastasio

Thank you!

I tend to write melody first, then put lyrics to the melody. That's kind of what happened with this one. I'm writing the music for it right now, and the melody will undergo some minor alterations to fit that. I'm toying with putting this in the key of Am, but have sort of messed with making it in Cm as well - it gives off very different vibes in the two different keys, and that's always a whole lot of fun to fiddle around with.

ThePhanastasio

Song #2: Photograph

There's a crease in this photograph
With your two-tone blouse
And your too-white teeth
And your too-blue eyes
And your too-veiled grief
But I think that it's beautiful
That you despise me

We drink until the words
Make no more sense
We drink until the words
Make no more sense

And pretty soon
All I'll have is this photograph
With the crease
Do you ever weep for
The shortening of your life expectancy?

Dr_Rez

Well let me know when you finish that part. Id like to play/and or record it with your permission.

__________________
*Best chance of losing virginity is in prison crew*
*Always Checks Credentials Crew*
*nba > nfl crew*
*Shave one of my legs to pretend its a girl in my bed crew*

ThePhanastasio

Song #3: Messages

You told me that music
Is a form of narcissism
And people write for impact
And expect others to listen
You told me they won't listen
They're just in it for the beats
They're not in it for the message
To think different is naive

Then you tell me I'm a fool
I tune you out

You tell me to listen to you
I call you a hypocrite
You say that you just speak the truth
I say you just spew bull****
You cite Dylan, Joni Mitchell
And the message they conveyed
How if people really listened
The world would have been saved

You say Bob Dylan was a fool
I tune you out

You say talking won't change anything
Singing won't change anything
This music won't change anything
And I try my very best
To prove you wrong
While unsung, unspoken
Life goes on

ThePhanastasio

Ego-Death

When I say "you," I'm talking to me
I don't have anyone to write about
I'll just keep writing myself love songs
Until someone finds me out
You've already found me out
I've already found me out

Up to the waist in water
And I never thought I'd drown
So I'll just keep on walking
'Til my feet don't touch
'Til my feet don't touch

You're a narcissist, an *******
And I can't stand the sight of you
Belligerent, unwholesome
You're bound to fail, someday soon
You're a sight for sore eyes
I'm a sight for sore eyes

Up to the chest in water
And I never thought I'd drown
So I'll just keep on walking
'Til my feet don't touch
'Til my feet don't touch

Remember that night we walked together?
I remember that night we walked together
I remember that night I walked alone

Up to my eyes in water
And I know that I can't breathe
But I'll just keep on sinking
'Cause my feet can't touch
'Cause my feet can't touch

ThePhanastasio

Largely Ignored

I did you see sitting in the chair
Blood drying on your face
All alone, blocking my path
But I squeezed by
Avoided eye contact
And you remained alone.

"You don't respect me as a person
Or as a director," you said
I won't argue with you
But secretly, I think you're talented

Curtain call
Curtain call
Curtain call
Curtain call

I don't know if we're just too alike
Or if we're too different
And I guess it was me who decided
That we clash
And you're still trying

Curtain call
Curtain call

Black out.

ThePhanastasio

Driving

You're going ninety-five in a sixty-five
I take the wheel, you take a line
Wipe your nose and check the mirror
Turn to me, say, "We'll be fine,"
"I promise we'll be just fine".

I've not called home in well over a month now
They'll panic, worry where I am
I wonder aloud just where we've gone
Cry with my head in my hands,
My scarred up and filthy hands.

And you just keep on drivin'
I don't quite know where to
I wonder if we'll ever get there
And if you wonder, too.
There's headlights in the rearview
Do they know we're runnin' away?
But it all just blends together
The same **** everyday

You pull into a space here at a rest stop
Guess we're stopping here tonight
I line blow up on my compact
Say, "This is all we've got tonight,"
"Can't we try to sleep tonight?"

I can't bring myself to tell you now
That the baggie's almost empty
We both know we're out of money
But that the car's still gotta drive
We just have to drive and drive

And you just keep on drivin'
I don't quite know where to
I wonder if we'll ever get there
And if you wonder, too.
There's headlights in the rearview
Do they know we're runnin' away?
But it all just blends together
The same **** everyday

500 miles away from home
You turn the car around
I guess you're coming down
500 miles away from home
Tweaked out and in the clouds
You ask me to come down

And you just keep on drivin'
I guess we know where to
I wonder if we'll ever get home
And if you wonder, too
There's headlights in the windshield
We must be driving the wrong way
But it all just blends together
And you said we'll be okay.

ThePhanastasio

And now, for something completely different:

Rap Lyrics. Yes.

Read and review 'em please. I'm still working on it.

I fall down, trippin' around to the ground
Daddy must be proud
I'm somethin now
With the firemost flow
And the foremost glow
And the beat goes pow!
Pow for power
Every hour on the hour
Make something out of nothing
Or the **** gets sour
With the beat devoured
All of these rhymes, double time
Flow sublime and so divine
Got you runnin' for cover
Hidin' ya head, tryin' to find some other
Way to express
Your distress and the words and the rhymes
That seamlessly connect and entwine
In the essence, my presence
The very ascent into descent
Yeah, I'm hellbound with my knees bent
Jump, fall
Run away, don't drop the ball
Make you think you've missed your call-
-Ing. Wanna rap or sing or make rhymes that
Mean something in the grand scheme of things?
Don't be intimidated. You're just lesser and I'm inflated.
You're just a jester and your rhymes are dated.
You're just a heckler and I'm the main act.
What? Don't be hating. I can't help it that you are fading
Out the picture
You try to find a way to cut down my scripture
But you can't and you won't
Think you'll win, then you don't
You've been smoked
Like cannabis laced with PCP
Just wanted to chill, now ya grinding ya teeth
Just wanted to sleep now ya tearin ya sheets
Just wanted to live, now ya R.I.P.
And that's dead
Deader than your flow
Like some bloated ass carcass
Of a fish in his bowl
But you know
That rhymes are the first and foremost
And crimes are the reason you boast
But I'm real and that's why I got the most
Respect
Oh, I'm sorry, you want respect?
I got no respect for the dead
Now you're scratching your head
But you're over
Six feet under while I throw the dirt on ya
Six feet under while I spit on your grave
As you rant and rave and twist in your coffin
I'm sorry, but you must mistake me for someone
Who cares about you, though you're lesser and fallen
And the fallen don't rise even though they despise me
And try to defame me and harshly proclaim me
The one and the only USA public enemy
You think you're offending me?
I'll throw it back in your face 'til you're rotting in jail
Scribbling sad rhymes on the wall of your cell
Wishing for some way straight out of your hell
But it's hopeless
I throw the mic down leave my rhymes on the shelf
You pick it up now to embarrass yourself