Songwriters' exercise
FinsburyParkCarrots
Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
Write a song called "If You'd Only Take That Stick Out Of Your Arse"
or, if you're American,
"If You'd Only Take That Stick Out Of Your Ass".
Any style allowed. Gregorian chant, even.
Good luck ....
or, if you're American,
"If You'd Only Take That Stick Out Of Your Ass".
Any style allowed. Gregorian chant, even.
Good luck ....
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Tug of war
I want out, I will not
I want out, I will not
Prison, Prison, Prison
Today eats this fresh, eats this flesh, tug of war
Tug of war
Out I want
Out I want
Tug of war, out I want
Prison, Prison, Prison
Punk ass motha/fuka
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
i could beat you to a pulp
you piss me off so much right now
i doubt that i could stop
will you help me understand just why you what it is you do
and why you think tis okay with me
cause obviously tis not
if only you'd take that stick out of your arse
i could beat you to a pulp
if only you'd take that stick out of your arse
if only i could stop thinking what it is i think
but i dont think i can
perhaps tis best you not come near
best keep that stick just where it is.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
If you’d only take that stick out of your ass,
I could finish roasting my marshmallow.
Your fat ass sat down quick with a great crash
Quickly followed by a gasp
Of pain
Of pain
The stick was hot, from being in the fire
The stick is stuck, in your huge quagmire
And my marshmallow is cold and lonely
And my marshmallow is cold and lonely
So take that stick, out of your ass,
And don’t forget to pass
It over, and don’t bother to clean
Because this marshmallow isn’t for me.
That makes you think you're upper middle class
You'd find it's rather nice in this slum.
So come, please take the stick out of your bum.
That stick has got you talking like a toff!
You make this prissy 'hem each time you cough!
You perfume scent each fart you softly pass.
Oh please, just get that stick out of your ass.
(Now here's the middle eight)
Woman, when we met you never cared for all those airs.
You'd down ten pints and belch as loud as thunder.
You'd paint the town and flash your breasts and worried not for cares.
You'd drink, and shag, then drink, until you'd chunder.
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But now you've got this stick lodged up your ass.
You're po-faced as a priest reciting mass.
You need to smoke a wardrobe load of grass.
Oh darling, take that stick out of your
(Your know you want tah)
yeah darling, take that stick out of your
(I'll be your grunter)
Yay darling, take that stick out of your
aaaassssssssssss.
My buns of steel, you grip them nice n tight
Bobbing up n down like a rubber duck
The cathartic rhythym of our nightly fuck
But then you wanted more, you wanted so it bad
you wanted me to give you the best you’d ever had
so I proposed we experiment with the loving of the bum
you looked mad and replied with a downturn of the thumb
but its something we should try
its something we should do
I promise not to make you cry
If you promise you wont poo.
If you'd only take that stick out of your arse
Complete this love of ours my dear
If you'd only take that stick out of your arse
I could formulate an advance on the rear
X2
That was so, so, beautiful.
*Sobs*
i read you should write about things you know... and anal probing is what i know.. i don't know how to spell rhythm though
If I could make the ocean bottom dry
If I could lift a mountain like a shoe
I'd drop the heavy bastard down on you
If I could catch zooming jet, just snatch it from the air
That could be the greatest yet, and still you wouldn't care
If I caught it with my bare hands and stifled up it's zoom,
still all you'd be concerned about was if I'd cleaned the bathroom
If I learned to be a dancer,
a world renowned groover
you'd still say
"that's all very well, but get on and work that hoover"
So with all my special power, and all the strength I can muster
I'll stuff that squirty polish, and fluffy yellow duster
In the only place it's needed, give up this cleaning farce
But first I need to take that f***king stick out of your arse.
pretty cool
If You'd Only Take That Stick Out Of Your Ass
You classless lass!
Under him you are a whore,
You whine and moan
And then come back for more.
In your eyes there is a spark
Dealer gave you ounce of crack
I like you.
that is fantastic.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
this is good jamie.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
hehe maybe, but i'd call it sexually frustrated
you really think so? thank you
LOL the best by far!
yes i was serious.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
So lifeless in the grass,
Big fat pig,
You know you'd feel better,
If you'd only take that stick out of your ass
Meddling with my head,
You just can't let it pass,
Pile of shit,
I wish you were gone,
If you'd only take that stick out of your ass.
Why does torture come so easy,
Is it due to being greasy?
Heading to the fences,
Your bowels are full of gas,
Little miss wrong,
I'll bang the gong,
When you finally take that stick out of your big fat ass!!
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Sit back a while, enjoy the grass
It's no problem that ya ain't got class,
You don't wear diamonds, only shattered glass.
Take that stick staight outta your ass,
Paint it red, then stomp the mask.
It aint no problem that ya need the flask,
That you don't wear love, only fragmented past.
Take that stick, shove it up your ass
Pull it up, down and out, enjoy the crass
There ain't nothin wrong being tied to the mast
Chained or unchained, that stick don't last.
tvlovely
I knew a man who had no spine
he thought i walked him all the time
he'd make promises he'd never keep
so fast asleep, so fast asleep
And then one day, he found a spine
in the form of a stick shoved up his behind
stopped being weak, started acting strong
which was cool and all, but wait! what's wrong?
it's not a spine, it's a fucking stick, wow
not a man, just a fucking prick now
x2
heyyyy... yeah yeah yeah.....
heyyyy... what a man......
I know a man, with a stick for a spine, yeah
He acts real tough, and real super-unkind, yeah
But maybe on the lighter side now
he'll grow muscles round his sticky side now
he'll find some chick or a guru or some shit
he'll get that stick out and realize his kind hit
he'll figure out it was all a farce
and he'll grow a real spine in the stick's old spot
it's not a spine, it's a fucking stick, wow
not a man, just a fucking prick now
x2
heyyyy... yeah yeah yeah.....
heyyyy... what a man......
Keep 'em comin'!
Busta, get fucked/tell yo' ass wassup
cos I'm a mean ass fiend and my style's abrupt/
pass the buck little punk, 'fore I check yo' ass,
take that mothafuckin' stick to yo back-end mass/
bitch, suck this, if you wanna get blitzed/
in the meantime you can french kiss my clenched fist/
yo this is my perception of how it's on,
try to pull a stick out til yo' ass is torn/
rip up ta get fucked/and my time is done
I burn you up like I fired yo' ass into the sun
This is interesting!!!!
"What a stupid lamb."
"What a sick, masochistic lion."
There's some strange smell that's coming from
That mouldy patch called your behind
A smell of sick and farts combined.
But yesterday I had a peek
And why I smelt this awful reek
I realised with awful dread
The silhouette of a turtle head.
It seemed you have a problem dear
But never worry, never fear
With woodwind, drums and crash of brass
I'll take that stick right out your arse
Except one problem now I see
That stick was just a part of me,
Without that stick inside your butt
You'd still be stuck in your perdect rut.
So while I ponder on my action
To end this horrid interaction
With woodwind, drums and crash of brass
I'll take that stick right out your arse.
(repeat x2 and end)