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how about a thread where people post song lyrics or poems they have written?

 

i'll start with a few of mine

 

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winter snow turned to spring's first bloom,

then summer turned to autmn's gloom.

our treasured years are long gone,

passed by so quick like dusk to dawn.

when we were young and full of cheer,

our hope did dwindle year by year.

some may say we were running blind,

somehow the world left us behind.

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a thousand different excuses,

every one of them would be useless.

things aint the way they use to be,

things have changed between you and me.

i use to feel so close to you,

i thought that you felt the same too.

the times that i was not there,

it's not that i did not care.

there was nothing that i could do,

obligations kept me from you.

now i feel we've grown apart,

divided like a broken heart.

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you can only break a heart,

until it falls apart.

and all that's left is dust,

and there's no one left to trust.

no longer feel the love,

from the god above.

no longer do i care,

there's no heart left to tear.

there's nothing left of me,

as far as i can see.

nothing left for you to break,

nothing left for you to take.

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trying my best to cope,

and looking for a shred of hope.

praying for a ray of light,

to let me know that it's alright.

will you help silence these cries,

and wipe the tears from my eyes.

help me numb the pain inside,

stay until the pain subsides.

please help heal this broken soul,

mend this heart and make it whole.

make me better than i am,

make me feel i'm worth a damn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

btw, im usually very selective about who i show my poems to, but im just drunk enough to post'em.

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how about a thread where people post song lyrics or poems they have written?


i'll start with a few of mine


----------------------------------------

winter snow turned to spring's first bloom,

then summer turned to autmn's gloom.

our treasured years are long gone,

passed by so quick like dusk to dawn.

when we were young and full of cheer,

our hope did dwindle year by year.

some may say we were running blind,

somehow the world left us behind.

--------------------------------

a thousand different excuses,

every one of them would be useless.

things aint the way they use to be,

things have changed between you and me.

i use to feel so close to you,

i thought that you felt the same too.

the times that i was not there,

it's not that i did not care.

there was nothing that i could do,

obligations kept me from you.

now i feel we've grown apart,

divided like a broken heart.

--------------------------------

you can only break a heart,

until it falls apart.

and all that's left is dust,

and there's no one left to trust.

no longer feel the love,

from the god above.

no longer do i care,

there's no heart left to tear.

there's nothing left of me,

as far as i can see.

nothing left for you to break,

nothing left for you to take.

-------------------------------

trying my best to cope,

and looking for a shred of hope.

praying for a ray of light,

to let me know that it's alright.

will you help silence these cries,

and wipe the tears from my eyes.

help me numb the pain inside,

stay until the pain subsides.

please help heal this broken soul,

mend this heart and make it whole.

make me better than i am,

make me feel i'm worth a damn.








btw, im usually very selective about who i show my poems to, but im just drunk enough to post'em.

 

 

That's remarkably simular to a song a wrote called "September's Child". I'll have to find it and post...

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This one is from my band 1000 EARTH YEARS

 

www.myspace.com/1000earthyears

 

Psalms in A

 

Lying in Wait

Sic Semper Tyranus lies in state

Black coal steam

Draped Casket over 6 foot 3

 

(chorus)

 

what kind of monsters have we made

stitched out of dead men all homemade

 

Bearded Doorman

Reads the book and gives the stamp

Exempt from the list

Scolding lakes of brimestone mist

 

At any rate

4th dimension time and space

I declare

Pay no attention to the man back there

 

(chorus)

 

What kind of monsters have we made

Stitched out of dead men all homemade

 

Statler and Waldorf critiquing moves

It's like torture having to always prove

Get up and get down this is your shot

In no time the other shoe will drop

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I hear that bass line comin'

It's chuggin' round the bend

And I ain't been on beat since I don't know when,

I'm stuck in the HC Bass Forum, and time keeps draggin' on

But that bass line keeps a rollin', southeast of San Antone..

When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,

Always be a good boy, don't ever play the bass.

But I gigged with a man in Reno just to watch him die

When I hear that bass solo, I hang my head and cry..

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:thu:I love writing poetry or as I like to call the Words, just a word of caution most of my stuff is depressing although I love my life. It's like it is written by Bizzaro me

 

THE LEDGE

 

LIGHTING THIS CANDLE

WITH A MATCH

AT BOTH ENDS

SACRIFICE MY FUTURE

16 BULLETS

MY BEST FRIEND

HATE MY AMBITIONS

LET THE TRUTH

UNFOLD

CAN

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The first one. On second glance, your's has a little different meaning.

 

that one was kind of inspired by a scene in "clerks 2" when dante and randall were in the car after their go-kart ride and randall said how the go-karts reminded him of a simpler time when the world was still in front of him and how he felt the world left them behind a long time ago.

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I hear that bass line comin'

It's chuggin' round the bend

And I ain't been on beat since I don't know when,

I'm stuck in the HC Bass Forum, and time keeps draggin' on

But that bass line keeps a rollin', southeast of San Antone..

When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,

Always be a good boy, don't ever play the bass.

But I gigged with a man in Reno just to watch him die

When I hear that bass solo, I hang my head and cry..

 

Winner. :thu:

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Here's one that might appeal to the artistic bent of HCBF -

 

Copy Machine

 

Come on, Angeline, you're the woman of my dreams

(sit on my copy machine)

and my life would be complete if you'll only have a seat

(on my copy machine)

 

There's a wild storm brewin' and it will not pass

I got to have a photocopy of your sweet little ass

come on, Angeline, sit on my copy machine

 

I'm down on bended knees, I beg you baby, please

(sit on my copy machine)

and I won't think you're a slut if you replicate your butt

(on my copy machine)

 

Now don't you think that I'm perverted or a low-life scum

I only want to find out where you're comin' from

come on, Angeline, sit on my copy machine

 

Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down

 

Come on, Angeline, you're the woman of my dreams

(sit on my copy machine)

and my heart would be serene if you'll only make the scene

(on my copy machine)

 

You're the only woman who can turn me into a fool

you're the undisputed queen of the typing pool

come on, Angeline, sit on my copy machine

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i doubt you do, but i feel the same way. i wrote a ton when i was "in a band" but i think i hate all of it. meh


(and a ton means like 6)

 

 

share'em, please.

i use to think the same way until i actually showed my stuff so some people and they all said it was good. i still dont think im great by any means, but i also think that im not too bad either.

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Here's one that might appeal to the artistic bent of HCBF -


Copy Machine


Come on, Angeline, you're the woman of my dreams

(sit on my copy machine)

and my life would be complete if you'll only have a seat

(on my copy machine)


There's a wild storm brewin' and it will not pass

I got to have a photocopy of your sweet little ass

come on, Angeline, sit on my copy machine


I'm down on bended knees, I beg you baby, please

(sit on my copy machine)

and I won't think you're a slut if you replicate your butt

(on my copy machine)


Now don't you think that I'm perverted or a low-life scum

I only want to find out where you're comin' from

come on, Angeline, sit on my copy machine


Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down


Come on, Angeline, you're the woman of my dreams

(sit on my copy machine)

and my heart would be serene if you'll only make the scene

(on my copy machine)


You're the only woman who can turn me into a fool

you're the undisputed queen of the typing pool

come on, Angeline, sit on my copy machine

 

 

this made me lol. i like it.

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share'em, please.

i use to think the same way until i actually showed my stuff so some people and they all said it was good. i still dont think im great by any means, but i also think that im not too bad either.

 

maybe once i am done copying all the files from before the harddrive wipe back onto the computer. but probably not :p the only one that i tried getting into a real song was the one for my dad. maybe i will share that one as people have seen it and didn't push me down the stairs out of the jam space!

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