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09-18-2011, 08:01 PM
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Upandouts Writings
Howdy folks, pretty new to this thread only browsed around it a little before. I'll bear in mind posting this that I owe it to you all to make an effort to get involved so I look forward to the banter that awaits me! Peace
Here is the bones of the lyrics for a song I am hoping to start recording with a friend in the next few weeks. Bligh St. Living full of loathing, till those lullabies Eschewing all your priests, shamans. Rabbis Useless metal scraps hide love gone by Three bedrooms in a good neighbourhood Twisting over, turning up and walking out Never been so free to care less about it all Never been so enslaved, chained up against the wall I can’t see for all the clouds I can’t speak for shouting out loud Don’t see, go home Don’t speak, go home (I’m out here all alone) Indulgent evenings learning to inhale Procul Harum; A Whiter Shade of Pale It’s not for keeps, it’s just for now Just a passing cocoon of melancholy blues A trumpet somewhere and then you’re there Jazz club, Hoxton, London, it’s behind you, It’s a reminder, backs up against the wall I can’t see for all the clouds I can’t speak for shouting out loud Don’t see, go home Don’t speak, go home (I’m out here all alone)
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Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Last edited by Nosferatu Man; 09-18-2011 at 08:02 PM. Reason: MIstake was present! |
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09-21-2011, 02:01 PM
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Another one I have been working on here. The slashes just indicate instrumental interludes. Leaving them in as I like the way it breaks the lyrics up. Any feedback would be much appreciated. I've always enjoyed writing. Essays in school, university paper, short stories etc sort of branching into lyrics and songs now so any thoughts at all, just spout'em.
Doldrums It’s gone on too long You come on too strong //////////////////// Your ****’s ****ed up Warren Zevon’s, gone /////////////////// Auto tuned miseries Poppy rock re-release ///// This has gone on for far too long I won’t believe John is gone way for good Insisting nothing’s really wrong, you’re wrong ////////////////////// ///////////////////// Grey skies outpour Clamouring for more ////////////////////// I’ve gotta run I’ve gotta run away //////////////////// Trudging through, trudging on through It’s up to you, it’s really up to you Insisting nothing’s really wrong, you’re wrong /////////////////////// ////////////////////// Loss is joy unknown Never reap what you’ve sown //////////////////// But pain is still free It’s what pains you and me //////////////////// Just another bite, sting, scratch and tear You tear it all away It grows, it grows, it grows too much to bear You tear it all away You tear it all away
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Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. |
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09-22-2011, 07:07 PM
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Just the body of another idea here. As always any feedback much appreciated.
Kent Station Out beyond that great wall By that sad little playground And all those scratched up children And all those tracksuited women Down by the train station, after the tunnel Just up o’er that ledge above the sign And all those scrapped up dinners And all those clapped up sinners They’re there, drinking from stolen cans Scratching out little betting slips And all those lonely babies And all those maybe, maybe’s Corner shop lottery ticket please John Player blues and a gossip magazine And all those shot up brothers And all those sobbing mothers Glaring, burning eyes at those strange faces Clapped out bangers and boy racers And all those losing faith And all those chasing hate Social welfare queues in the morning Pubs packed out in the evening And all those loving Cowell more And all those heading for door.
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Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. |
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09-22-2011, 08:03 PM
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And another, having a productive evening thusfar
Jiltism 25/1 Your just screaming, don’t cry You know I’ll never, ask why I don’t wanna see, your tears Never going to know, your fears You’re just muddled, you’re the fool I am just blind, maybe I’m the fool Never knowing Never Knew Don’t know now What did you do? I don’t want, answers now I’ve just forgotten somehow Looks like roses, bed of nails You were the cat with nine tails I didn’t care, for the naive charms The empty head, and you’re dull mind Never knowing Never Knew Don’t know now What did you do?
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Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. |
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