line by line... lets write!

Pearl Jam and toast

Having a bit of lyrical trouble myself, trying but not coming up with any results.

so line by line, bit by bit, could you guys help me out?

Dont worry about pattern or whatever, cuz if i decide to use anything on here ill probly change it a little to make it fit.

heres a topic that e. V. has discussed many times...

child abuse, disfunctional family, etc. (betterman, leash, you get it)

thank you

CBBoot

fall away little one
skip across the clouds
towards the sun little one
make your father proud


sorry that sucks but first thing that popped in my head

tenaciousA

waitin...........


watching the clock........

CBBoot

wait are we suppose to give you lines from pj songs? or make up our own? or both? confusion sets in.....

tenaciousA

i'm being trollish, lol


sorry

EvilToasterElf

It's always good to start with such an upbeat topic

tenaciousA

especially on a Friday!


lol...


no no no... kidding, kidding...



ok, so... do we get pennyroyalteas when this song hits the charts???

PJfaninmaine

Only Silence was heard,
Nobody could feel her pain,
Like a homesick little bird,
Wishing for the rain.

Could she keep her Silence?
Could she place the Blame?
Like a used up Appliance,
Or a Lion not yet tamed.

Pearl Jam and toast

thanks guys, i needed something to get started with



by the way tenaciousa.....




LOL pennyroyalteas!! thats great!!! > im a huge nirvana fan

Pearl Jam and toast

by the way, keep em coming if anyone wants to!

ISN

I lost my life before I was born
somewhere I found a road
that took me to death
and there I accosted life
and accused everyone
why could this happen
I saw life small like a giant
and we make things big
but I am small
and getting smaller every day
every wave that breaks on me
reminds me of the thousand waves
and sometimes I look up and see the
thousand stars
that will turn and churn me
but mostly I see the sand beneath me
and the thousand grains
my baby tries to eat
and it reminds me now every day
of how human we are
and how death welcomed me when I was
borne
borne thru poetry on the pilgrim's progress....
and if I can but endure...this hardship....and lack of love....
and family....I'll know
I'm always lost....in my complete
naive belief in goodness, death and love

EvilToasterElf

She sagged like a thunderclap
her breath smelled of death
Riding a black horse bareback
over deserts of meth

Her hair blocked her eyes
and her mind was a wreck
She fell on the grass
It rolled in waves off her neck

The wind made her nervous
She heard names on the breeze
She began to do service
At gas stations on her knees

Soon she was wasted
Painted skin on her bones
Her smile faded faster
Then her memories of home
And she lies facing skyward
with the rain on her face
laughing and crying
it was all the same
And the day that I found her
when her parents had forgotten
the shell of the girl
I'd danced with so often
At the doorway of Death
foot across the welcome mat
The fireplace waited
The streets would see to that

jboelhow

I want to call you father
throw the ball on Sunday afternoon
but all I can say is why
did you stop raising me so soon

exhale

His hand was on her left side when he first came in to the room,
Pale the walls were painted, it felt like sexton´s love suite.
She fell on hard and wet ground far away from soft and bright wrap,
Imposed with lies and loathing smile
she gave in,
she´s still within…

ISN

they all talked about the smell
when they dreamt of hell
they talked in words that couldn't rub
the hub-bub out of silence
and compliance
is a short-cut, a death-route
a dead flute of sham pain
and all the same we look to
the flower that grew
once when then they drew
the water and they drank
it stank after rancid years
so tears-full was it
cos it burns to drink tears
like milk....and flesh tears like silk
so bloody red my bed....
so bloody red