Probably my last song of 2007!

FinsburyParkCarrots

Here are the words. I just wrote 'em. The music is a hard guitar boogie stomp in G, and I'll record a demo in the next day or so!

Here ya go, this one's called J'accuse:

Tell me why you live for a put-down
Tell me why you live for a fight
Tell me why a man who pretends to be grown
Wants to spoil all the fun of the night
Tell me why you sneer as I mention old friends
Tell me why you wish them all ill
Tell me, when I say how some came to great ends
Why you choke like they broke from your will

You know you had a certain charm, back in 1991
The cantankerous arse at the bar, half artist, half clown …
But now with your dyed orange hair that’s supposed to be black
You sit like a ball spewing pus, fat and slack, from the sac …

I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse …


Tell me why you need to be higher than all
Tell me why you keep up that strain
Tell me why you spew out the fire and gall
That has got you bent double in pain
Tell me will your novel be finished
The one where ex-superman bleeds
The cliché of Gods once diminished
Who attack to detract from their needs

You know that was all well and good, when we were nineteen
To treat the big world as a great spinning bubble of spleen
But now with so many souls gone and at age thirty-five
Can’t you quit the big act, and begin to be meek but alive?

I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse …

I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse …

justam

I look forward to hearing it!

FinsburyParkCarrots

Tell me why you live for a put-down
Tell me why you live for a fight
Tell me why a man who pretends to be grown
Wants to spoil all the fun of the night
Tell me why you sneer as I mention old friends
Tell me why you wish them all ill
Tell me, when I say how some came to great ends
Why you choke like they broke from your will

You know you had a certain charm, back in 1991
The cantankerous arse at the bar, half artist, half clown …
But now with your dyed orange hair that’s supposed to be black
You sit like a ball spewing pus, fat and slack, from the sac …

I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse …


Tell me why you need to be higher than all
Tell me why you keep up that strain
Tell me why you spew out the fire and gall
That has got you bent double in pain
Tell me will your novel be finished
The one where ex-Superman bleeds
Like a clichéd old god, who, diminished,
Goes Postal to cover his needs

You know that was all well and good, when we were nineteen
To treat the big world as a great spinning bubble of spleen
But now with so many souls gone and at age thirty-five
Can’t you quit the big act, and begin to be meek but alive?

I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse …

I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse you
I accuse, I accuse …


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I might add a spoken word tag, too. Not sure it needs it yet.

#X.

I like it, looks like you took
some time, to make it sound right.
I would love to hear it with music. #X.

Anon

Little song I wrote a while ago about the war...


Save you breath, don't say a word,
There will be consequence
In this land, you, have no say,
don't speak a word or you will pay.

Evil Demons roam the deserts,
They kill whomever they can
It makes no difference what they look like,
Children, babies, women, men.

It's truly sad that it's come to this,
We fight and it gets us nowhere
Fuck religion, cause it's the reason
we're locked inside a ball of fear.

One may ask that, "What can we do
to end this bloody frontier?"
And one can answer to that question,
"Just cover your eyes and hold your ears."

It's ashame that that's the feeling
of many countries of the world
All sit back, watch, and hide their feelings
like an ocean way that is curled.

We're all the same thing inside our hearts,
We must stop, think, and realize
that all this tortue that plagues our nations
must eventually come to a compromise.

But there's no end to this beginning
it will repeat through all time
All we can hope for is an understanding,
a break in the clouds, pray for sunshine...

Anon

all4PearlJam wrote:

Little song I wrote a while ago about the war...


Save you breath, don't say a word,
There will be consequence
In this land, you, have no say,
don't speak a word or you will pay.

Evil Demons roam the deserts,
They kill whomever they can
It makes no difference what they look like,
Children, babies, women, men.

It's truly sad that it's come to this,
We fight and it gets us nowhere
Fuck religion, cause it's the reason
we're locked inside a ball of fear.

One may ask that, "What can we do
to end this bloody frontier?"
And one can answer to that question,
"Just cover your eyes and hold your ears."

It's ashame that that's the feeling
of many countries of the world
All sit back, watch, and hide their feelings
like an ocean way that is curled.

We're all the same thing inside our hearts,
We must stop, think, and realize
that all this tortue that plagues our nations
must eventually come to a compromise.

But there's no end to this beginning
it will repeat through all time
All we can hope for is an understanding,
a break in the clouds, pray for sunshine...

whopps, wrong thread - but I loved your song!!! Very deep...