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  • #26
    I can't believe I wrote this shit

    Schadenfreudian Slip

    Verse 1

    I don't mean to laugh when other people fall
    I know that I'm not like that at all
    but I'm always one laughter behind
    I never to take pleasure
    in other people's lack of leisure
    It's just a product of my unconscious mind

    Chorus

    I'm standing onshore, they're down with the ship
    It's just a schadenFreudian slip
    I honestly can't help it
    It's just a SchadenFreudian slip

    Verse 2

    I don't mean to smile when others fail
    for their wind-stop to set my sails
    but it seems like an infant complex
    I know you feel appalled
    but it's simply not my fault
    It's all sub-conscious cause and effects

    Bridge

    In the carnival of schadenFreud
    we all play our parts
    it's enough to get annoyed
    but not enough to break our hearts

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    • #27
      Doctor's Appointment

      Verse 1

      Sitting in the waiting room
      All the patients just can't wait
      They all want to get called in soon
      find out what's wrong before it's too late
      So if you ever wonder where
      my pride is, it's in the trash
      cuz I have to remove my underwear
      to show my doc my new found rash

      Chorus

      Doctor's appointment
      will I ever get well?
      or is the result disappointment?
      I guess only tine will tell
      Doctor's appointment
      I can't make up my mind
      I just have to find an ointment
      for my heinous behind

      Verse 2

      I woke up one Monday morning
      Everything was like it usually is
      but even if I knew what was forming
      I'd never know I'd feel like this
      I went to take a shower
      beheld the strangest sight
      Your own body has all the power
      over your honor and your life

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      • #28
        I came up with a brief chorus for something last night, and I'm pretty amped about it cuz I haven't written any lyrics in about five years. I'm hoping I can get a whole song out of it. I was reading the one Beck biography and when it mentioned his being part of the 1997 H.O.R.D.E. Festival, I was reminded about how I was supposed to go that year, but ended up not getting to. My Dad had two free tickets cuz he was writing up a review for some fledgling online publication, but I passed it up because my band at the time had a show booked. When we pulled up to the locked gates of the venue we were told the show was canceled and we'd gotten no advanced notice. I think back on it almost 20 years later, and I'm still furious at that promoter. Some of the bands playing that I missed then I have gotten to see in the years since (Ben Folds Five/The Mighty Mighty Bosstones/Primus), but I still have yet to ever see Beck and certainly not back then when he was focusing on promoting Odelay. I'll try to remember to post it up here when I finish it.

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        • #29
          I wrote these lyrics last week. I'm not sure what they are about, maybe it's someone talking to themselves again.

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          • #30
            Still Got Nothing to Do

            Verse 1

            Well, I guess I'm more or less a mess
            You say you don't know anymore,
            But I don't know any less

            And you thought the future
            was just a state of mind
            Nothing to cling to
            and no one to sing to

            And you were taught the past was
            just something to leave behind
            You could do whatever you'd want to
            Without it coming back to haunt you
            But it does mean something too

            Chorus

            I've got nothing to do
            I don't know where I'm going to
            I feel like nothing matters
            And I fall into the same old patterns
            and there's really nothing new

            I guess I'm not all that blue
            And I'm gonna make it through,
            But I visit the same cold places
            And take up the same old spaces
            And I've still got nothing to do

            Verse 2

            Well, I confess I'm in distress
            And you say you are as well
            And that's my fault, I guess

            I stare at the concrete
            as I still sit on my A-Bomb
            Head in hand
            and hands in pants now

            Still walking down the street
            with my heart full of napalm
            You think you know'em,
            But one day you'll show'em
            That you don't stand a chance now

            Bridge

            We all want to stand behind love
            But we all end up in front of it
            We're all trying hard to find love
            But we don't really know what we want of it



            I I'm still pretty much a less
            You say you don't care anymore
            But I don't care any less

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            • #31
              Originally posted by ScruffCardinale View Post
              I came up with a brief chorus for something last night, and I'm pretty amped about it cuz I haven't written any lyrics in about five years. I'm hoping I can get a whole song out of it. I was reading the one Beck biography and when it mentioned his being part of the 1997 H.O.R.D.E. Festival, I was reminded about how I was supposed to go that year, but ended up not getting to. My Dad had two free tickets cuz he was writing up a review for some fledgling online publication, but I passed it up because my band at the time had a show booked. When we pulled up to the locked gates of the venue we were told the show was canceled and we'd gotten no advanced notice. I think back on it almost 20 years later, and I'm still furious at that promoter. Some of the bands playing that I missed then I have gotten to see in the years since (Ben Folds Five/The Mighty Mighty Bosstones/Primus), but I still have yet to ever see Beck and certainly not back then when he was focusing on promoting Odelay. I'll try to remember to post it up here when I finish it.

              Well I'm nothing if not a man of my word. I'm a little bummed to see how long ago it was that I first came up with this chorus and that I finally just got around to finishing the verses this morning. Problem is most likely that I work at a place where I'm allowed to b.s. on the internet and have my ipod going all day haha. But the internet was down this morning and I had to do something, so four verses got scrawled out as they came to me. The chorus changes slightly each time to name drop different bands I missed.

              verse 1
              When I was fifteen my band was booked but never got to play
              at a snooty pool club somewhere in Colonia N J
              We weren't all that good in hindsight, but I'll never not be pissed
              not about our not performing, but the bigger show I missed

              chorus
              I'm still mad in case you're wondering
              decades long after the fact
              call it childish call it petty
              but I can't get that night back
              didn't see Soul Coughing and Cake Like at the 97 Horde
              to play a show that never happened yeah I'm still mad you rest assured

              verse 2
              My dad bought a couple tickets to go to that year's Horde Tour
              a peer of Lollapalooza just a little more obscure
              I would've loved to go but sadly said I already had plans
              that night to play and maybe win a battle of the bands

              chorus, but ending with

              I missed Beck, Ben Folds Five and Primus at the 97 Horde
              to play a show that never happened yeah I'm still mad you rest assured

              verse 3
              We spent all Summer practicing and telling all our friends
              to come cheer us to victory against those we'd contend
              We came up to a locked gate and they asked us how we didn't know
              that our efforts were all futile things were canceled weeks ago

              chorus, but with

              no Neil Young or Toad The Wet Sprocket at the 97 Horde
              to play a show that never happened yeah I'm still mad you rest assured

              verse 4
              Never met the prick in person which is prob'ly just as well
              cuz I'd miss who knows how many shows stuck rotting in a cell
              Don't know what I'd be capable of the thought just makes me wince
              cuz my blinding hate and anger has grown every Summer since

              final chorus, but with

              passed up skanking to The Bosstones at the 97 Horde
              to play a show that never happened yeah I'm still mad you rest assured

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