New lyrics, tell me what you think

Rule 34:

And a CROWD fell over the hush

CRUSHing the hush to Ikea mush

And leave the confessing to the catholics!

(leave the confessing to the catholics)

Oh, my achin button pushin finger

Asking the computer

"Can I have some ROSIE 34??

Or some piped in poetry...

A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose to me.

Unless it's greek

my speak n spell will let me spell but it won't let me speak"

And then the bitch says to me "This is uncopyrightable!

You might as well stick a tack through it and use it to hold a candle!

YOU, you think you're robert fripp?

Walking around with your chapman stick?

All like 'badawadakawadaka'

You can suck my dick!"

Maybe I don't WANT to go to some stupid colledge, okay?

Maybe I don't want to die and go in the ground and have people say "maybe he was gay"

Differing interpretations like EMILY DICKINSON

"Maybe he was a kraken, designed for vertical undulation"

Maybe he was billy corgan, with a MIDI dance organ,

Got your suit, got your tie, got more pretention than jim morrison

MAYBE HE JUST WANTED TO BE LEFT ALONE

SITTING ON THE PORCH PLAYING ZYDECO WITH HIS CONCERTINA OR HIS BANDEON

+With a washboard necktie

maybe every word he said was a LIE

but not quite

Maybe he was a CAT, stalking uncle RAT in the dead of the night

Maybe he was a jap who lost his small clone

But it looks like shinoda's not the only chink w/ a microphone.

Maybe he was a boy who saw his whole life on the big screen in 1993:

The brown bunny

IN THE WORLDAR OF SLAM POETRAR YOU CAN'T GO FAR

WITHOUT REFRENCING POP CULTCHAR

YOU'LL END UP LIKE YUSEF LATEEF WITHOUT A SHOFAR

OR KIF WITHOUT A SHIP, A SKIN OR A SMISMAR.

wow I LIKE THIS

That's great as a poem, but looks flat out impossible to write a song around. If you have a musical version of this, I'd love to hear it.

Trust me, the guitarist I work with is pretty much a genius: i.e. he played a riff, I sang, he kept playing, I worked it out.

The spaces between "verses" are actually completely superfluous, The poem is meant to be sung as one big fat brick with a chorus slicing it up. I didn't add the chorus thought because it's not that poetic, just stuff I nicked from this newspaper interview with this douchebag slam poet who I hate.

You'll have to convince me that he is better than a ukulele....

i quite like it. it's got the whole random aspect to it which i love and it also has some blatant straightup stuff that you want to say. good job, i have no idea how this can be a song though but if you say so. hey, do you mind checking out mine? just some spam for ya

Sounds like a very valid rap (or maybe rap-core) to me. If you're into rap, more power to ya, I think it'll be a hit.

Kinda like Henry Rollins or something (if spoken to music). Cool.