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Maybe something about love, hate, and everything in between? You'll get cookies, and I'll love you forever. |
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I have something like that, BUT IT'S MINE! |
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tension101 wrote:Maybe something about love, hate, and everything in between? You'll get cookies, and I'll love you forever. Maybe you should word the question better, its not really 'help' with lyrics, more can someone write them for me ;) However, (dont mean to sound patronising because im sure you know a lot more than me :L) but possibly doing it about personal experiances could help because then youve actually BEEN there and no what it was like and easy to describe. Thats why, to me, you can always tell which rappers actually a gangster and the ones who just pretend :L |
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Anyone remember this? ;)  In love, in fear, in hate, in tears, My site has failed - but I'm still here! Edited by user 31 May 2009 20:27:21(UTC)
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bikz wrote:Anyone remember this? ;) In love, in fear, in hate, in tears, My site has failed - but I'm still here! I miss seeing my Midnight Records logo wherever I looked on RP :( |
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I hate you
You hate me
We're unhappy as can be
With a great big frown
And a scowl from me to you
Won't you say
You hate me too? |
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Gildermershina wrote:I hate you
You hate me
We're unhappy as can be
With a great big frown
And a scowl from me to you
Won't you say
You hate me too? I hate you too. I love you Gildy =D |
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(Oh oh oh) I never want to see you again
(Oh oh oh) We've got a date at seven see you then
And what you've done and said
Doesn't matter in my head
Because it's love
And wherever you may be
You are always here with me
Because it's love
Hate lust and love
*crazy drums and lots of screaming*
And what you've done and said
Doesn't matter in my head
Hate lust and love
And wherever you may be
You are always here with me
Your foot to my mouth or the other way round
I'll take you to the sky but I got you on the ground
Because we're in love and it's staying that way
Hate lust and love it's all the same
*piercing scream*-"FTM (Foot To Mouth)", song I wrote for Moronic Changeling years ago. Well, what I can remember of it. Edited by user 31 May 2009 22:25:38(UTC)
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roses are red,
violets are blue
your lame |
I hate it when people see me at the supermarket and they are like:
Hey, what are you doing here?
and im just like:
Oh you know, hunting elephants |
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There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet.
She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat
While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
And they laugh in a language I don’t understand
But I love them
Why do I love them?
So the neighborhood is dimming, I smoke on the porch
And watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
And on their faces just anger or disappointment
I start wishing there was something I could offer them
A consolation, what could I offer them?
And they are sad in their suburbs robots water the lawn
And everything they touch gets dusted spotless
So they start to believe that they've not touched anything at all
And the cars in the driveway only multiply
Well, they are lost in their houses
I've heard them sing in the shower
And making speeches to their sister on the telephone
Saying, You come home
Darling, you come here
Don’t stay so far away from me
This weather has me wanting love more tangible
Something I can hold because it’s getting cold
I said, hold up our fists to the flame in the sky
To block out the light that is reaching for our eyes
Because it, because it would blind us
Yeah, It will blind us
Well, I have locked my actions in the grooves of routine
So I may never be free of this apathy
But I wait for a letter that is coming to me
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope
So there still is hope
Yes, I can be healed
There is someone looking for what I concealed in my secret drawer
In my pockets deep
You will find the reasons that I can’t sleep
And you will still want me
But will you still want me?
Well, I say come for the week
You can sleep in my bed
And then pass through my life like a dream through my head
It will, it will be easy...
I will make it easy
But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time
Yeah, a melody to keep me from worrying
Oh, some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
And words that are sure to come back to me and they'll be laughing
And they'll be laughing
My mediocrity
My mediocrity |
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The annoying thing is, I've been writing song lyrics longer than Lewis has been alive and he's still a better lyricist than me. 'snot fair. |
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^ Lewis was just "passing time" ;) |
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xNightsidex wrote:There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet.
She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat
While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
And they laugh in a language I don’t understand
But I love them
Why do I love them?
So the neighborhood is dimming, I smoke on the porch
And watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
And on their faces just anger or disappointment
I start wishing there was something I could offer them
A consolation, what could I offer them?
And they are sad in their suburbs robots water the lawn
And everything they touch gets dusted spotless
So they start to believe that they've not touched anything at all
And the cars in the driveway only multiply
Well, they are lost in their houses
I've heard them sing in the shower
And making speeches to their sister on the telephone
Saying, You come home
Darling, you come here
Don’t stay so far away from me
This weather has me wanting love more tangible
Something I can hold because it’s getting cold
I said, hold up our fists to the flame in the sky
To block out the light that is reaching for our eyes
Because it, because it would blind us
Yeah, It will blind us
Well, I have locked my actions in the grooves of routine
So I may never be free of this apathy
But I wait for a letter that is coming to me
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope
So there still is hope
Yes, I can be healed
There is someone looking for what I concealed in my secret drawer
In my pockets deep
You will find the reasons that I can’t sleep
And you will still want me
But will you still want me?
Well, I say come for the week
You can sleep in my bed
And then pass through my life like a dream through my head
It will, it will be easy...
I will make it easy
But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time
Yeah, a melody to keep me from worrying
Oh, some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
And words that are sure to come back to me and they'll be laughing
And they'll be laughing
My mediocrity
My mediocrity Oh ehm gee. So using this. Thank you! :D  Edited by user 01 June 2009 12:35:25(UTC)
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old.gregg wrote:Facepalm. Hahah, oh Elliot ;3 |
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tension101 wrote:xNightsidex wrote:There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet.
She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat
While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
And they laugh in a language I don’t understand
But I love them
Why do I love them?
So the neighborhood is dimming, I smoke on the porch
And watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
And on their faces just anger or disappointment
I start wishing there was something I could offer them
A consolation, what could I offer them?
And they are sad in their suburbs robots water the lawn
And everything they touch gets dusted spotless
So they start to believe that they've not touched anything at all
And the cars in the driveway only multiply
Well, they are lost in their houses
I've heard them sing in the shower
And making speeches to their sister on the telephone
Saying, You come home
Darling, you come here
Don’t stay so far away from me
This weather has me wanting love more tangible
Something I can hold because it’s getting cold
I said, hold up our fists to the flame in the sky
To block out the light that is reaching for our eyes
Because it, because it would blind us
Yeah, It will blind us
Well, I have locked my actions in the grooves of routine
So I may never be free of this apathy
But I wait for a letter that is coming to me
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope
So there still is hope
Yes, I can be healed
There is someone looking for what I concealed in my secret drawer
In my pockets deep
You will find the reasons that I can’t sleep
And you will still want me
But will you still want me?
Well, I say come for the week
You can sleep in my bed
And then pass through my life like a dream through my head
It will, it will be easy...
I will make it easy
But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time
Yeah, a melody to keep me from worrying
Oh, some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
And words that are sure to come back to me and they'll be laughing
And they'll be laughing
My mediocrity
My mediocrity Oh ehm gee.
So using this.
Thank you! :D By the by, I posted that for irony. I'm not stupid, trust me. XD |
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*4 Measures of Drums. Then the Guitar, Synth, and Bass come in, in that order*
Well...
The Sun still shines
The Grass still grows
And every single one of you *Echoes*
Knows
While Lucy's in the sky with Diamonds
We're all stuck here on the ground
With Little to no money *Echoes*
Around
Around
*Guitar Solo A*
Well...
They told me
To save my money
So I could buy something good
But all I got was
Club Soda and Plywood
All I know is
All I can say is
Well
I don't know
But if I did let you know
*Guitar Solo B*
(Spoken)
"You asked to see me, Mr. Johnson?"
"Yes, I keep trying to call you but you never answer"
"That's what you made an appointment for?"
"Yes."
"Er, Anything else?"
"Yes."
(Sung)
Well...
I lost my Money
And my House
And my Life
And my Spouse
I just wonder
Without my house
What the hell happened to the Mouse?
(Spoken)
"That was a little surreal, but okay."
(Sung)
Well,
The Sun still shines
The Grass still grows
And every single one of you
And every single one
And every single one of you
And every single one
And every single one of you
And every single one
And every single one of you
*Instruments build up, then stop*
Knows *Echoes*
(It wasn't great, but hey) |
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