colaberation.

walkerlastgen1

I guess we could beat box.

Being Enlightened

walkerlastgen1 wrote:

I guess we could beat box.

Yea-yeah!


I only sing (I currently appear nightly at Dans La Douche ) so, obviously I have absolutely no musical talent at all but I like to write and would love to attempt some lyrics, just for the simple fact of trying to write actual lyrics. Sounds fun!

And thumbs up, jboelhow! You did a great job with them lyrics!

karma defect

My song writting days are over. But I love the idea.

walkerlastgen1

Being Enlightened wrote:

Yea-yeah!


I only sing (I currently appear nightly at Dans La Douche ) so, obviously I have absolutely no musical talent at all but I like to write and would love to attempt some lyrics, just for the simple fact of trying to write actual lyrics. Sounds fun!

And thumbs up, jboelhow! You did a great job with them lyrics!

Singing is musical ability... And yes please post away..

jboelhow

Being Enlightened wrote:

Yea-yeah!


I only sing (I currently appear nightly at Dans La Douche ) so, obviously I have absolutely no musical talent at all but I like to write and would love to attempt some lyrics, just for the simple fact of trying to write actual lyrics. Sounds fun!

And thumbs up, jboelhow! You did a great job with them lyrics!

Thanks Being Enlightened. I have another one I'm working on... coming soon. I know I've said it before, but this would be fun.

Being Enlightened

Okay, walker, I'm gonna give it a shot this weekend and hopefully come Monday, I'll have something worth sharing! Yeah, singing is musical ability but I persoanlly feel that the musicians have the real talent. Maybe just that's because I admire the fact that the musicians I know are so dedicated to their craft and work really hard. To me, singing comes easy and as long as you don't sing monotone, pretty much anyone can carry a tune.

joel!!! You're welcome and it WILL be fun! Can't wait to see more from ya!!!

Being Enlightened

Being Enlightened wrote:

Okay, walker, I'm gonna give it a shot this weekend and hopefully come Monday, I'll have something worth sharing! Yeah, singing is musical ability but I persoanlly feel that the musicians have the real talent. Maybe THAT'S JUST because I admire the fact that the musicians I know are so dedicated to their craft and work really hard. To me, singing comes easy and as long as you don't sing monotone, pretty much anyone can carry a tune.

joel!!! You're welcome and it WILL be fun! Can't wait to see more from ya!!!

Gah! I think I'm dyslexic! I didn't want to say "Maybe just that's" (duh!)so, yeah, had to correct this one.

EvilToasterElf

I've got some lyrics in the attic, I'd be happy to disperse them to the crowd.

walkerlastgen1

Elf... bring it
Being enlightened.... bring it
coachchris....bring it
jboelhow...bring it
seven signs... bring it
Don't feel like it has to be something written as a song... If you've written a poem(even one already posted on here) and you just wonder how someone would convert it to a song post it. We can work with the arrangement.Mozart has work upon work where he sat the work of various poets to music..music doesn't nesicarily have to fit the verse /chorus verse /chorus format.

musicains.. should we set up a soundclik account.. or something of that nature so we can post and d'load ideas... and add to them.. comment suggets etc....

EvilToasterElf

Obituary


I walked through a lighted maze
the endless neon lit hallways
I rode the elevator seven floors

I walked through fogs of haggard coughs
past the charts that lined the walls
I shuffled past those whitewashed rooms
where bouquets couldn’t sanctify the tombs

the human traffic stalling out
life was shifting in and out
and birth and death had mingled
like hazard lights across the night
highway

I turned the handle on your door
walked into room 64
and saw the snowy sheets across your bed
bleaching out the blood of life
it seemed like hours until I reached you side

*but your bank of breath was overdrawn
the vault was empty
the savings gone
and the final check you whispered from your lips* (chorus)

you spoke to me your final words
and as your life was winding down
I was picking up the pace

sitting their beside your bed
and at your final resting place
I remembered fingers drained of blood
and your biography was written
in the wrinkles on your face

I don't often write lyrics, but I did put music to this with a friend in Turkey last year, it has been performed once in front of his parents and neighbors at a party, I am relenquishing the previous music, since I can't play guitar and I don't remember what we played - good hunting

EvilToasterElf

I don't know how well this will work, it's more like a melody I guess, wrote it for a friend who was really depressed, but it probably lends itself pretty easy to a mellow tune:

I called to tell you

life's not fair,
that everything won't be alright,
that if you’re strange the kids will stare,
but I will tuck you in tonight.

I called to tell you God doesn't care,
there will be bullies and losing fights,
and that the good luck is rare,
and most times you won't be right.

I called to tell you not to glare,
That anger isn’t bright,
Violence will not bring fanfare,
And each day is only slight.

I called to tell you Heaven’s bare,
So don’t turn out the lights,
While you are caught within this snare,
Enjoy both failure and delight.

I called to tell you to beware,
Of the helmet you squeeze on too tight,
Remember days of cartoon underwear,
When you filled your parents’ sight.

I called to tell you, take the dare,
Sometimes you won’t be polite,
Don’t be afraid of dazzle or of flare,
Because boldness never will grow trite.

I called to tell you don't be depressed,
because you're still here breathing air,
there are many measures of success,
so get out of bed and go get dressed

depopulationINC

Here is the other one I sad I would through in the mix




It’s down there on corner

I can see it every morning/day


It’s down there on corner

Our morals swept so far away


It’s down there on corner


We all walk by
We all turn away
We all do our best to ignore

Is the society you thought we’d breed
Is this your vision
Are we really living so much better
Is that really what you see

It’s the substitute to society
Hate to admit it
This culture bleeds right from our pours
It’s the substitute to society
We’re living right here within
Where’s the tradition we held dearly before

We bitch and moan
The world’s not the way we planned
We just want money
Seems it’s all we need
No need for so much power
That’s not our type of greed

Is this the way it was before
Can’t really see it
I’ve never heard anyone say
Is the way the whole world’s living
Will we ever change our ways

Substitute society
See it on the corner every day
Substitute society
No your really not in control

You say you live your own life
You say you live your own way
Is that something you should be so proud of
When the world’s just crumbling away

Just take a look around
We still live in great oppression
Your arms dangling by their strings

So say
You’re the one in control of you
That’s what they want you to say
Oh hey
They’re your surely not the one to blame
You never did nothing
To make the world this way

So say
This all unfolded way before your time
You live your own way
How can you be the one to blame
Oh hey
Stepping back might not be the cause
Be we’ve all seen that it ain’t the cure

Your part of the substitute society
Each can hang their head in shame
Substitute society
See it on the corner every day
Substitute society
No more humanity in our world today

walkerlastgen1

now that's what im talking about.... good work peeps....

walkerlastgen1

EvilToasterElf wrote:

Obituary


I walked through a lighted maze
the endless neon lit hallways
I rode the elevator seven floors

I walked through fogs of haggard coughs
past the charts that lined the walls
I shuffled past those whitewashed rooms
where bouquets couldn’t sanctify the tombs

the human traffic stalling out
life was shifting in and out
and birth and death had mingled
like hazard lights across the night
highway

I turned the handle on your door
walked into room 64
and saw the snowy sheets across your bed
bleaching out the blood of life
it seemed like hours until I reached you side

*but your bank of breath was overdrawn
the vault was empty
the savings gone
and the final check you whispered from your lips* (chorus)

you spoke to me your final words
and as your life was winding down
I was picking up the pace

sitting their beside your bed
and at your final resting place
I remembered fingers drained of blood
and your biography was written
in the wrinkles on your face

I don't often write lyrics, but I did put music to this with a friend in Turkey last year, it has been performed once in front of his parents and neighbors at a party, I am relenquishing the previous music, since I can't play guitar and I don't remember what we played - good hunting

I would like to take a shot at this.....

jboelhow

I’m not coming home

I’m traveling the road
The one I was told
Led to no where
But I don’t care
These are my footprints
Left outside your fence

Chorus
Because I’m not coming home
No, I’m not coming home
This is my time
And I will be fine
Because I’m not coming home
No, I’m not coming home

Look around
There is so much to be found
Right now is my future
This is my point of departure
I will not be alone
As I let my heart roam

Chorus

Watch me as I go forward
Not regretting a moment of it
Breaking away from haste
Creating my life at my pace
It doesn’t mean goodbye
Just that this life is mine.

Chorus

coachchris

Not sure this could be made into a song or not but i checked all of my entries and this one had the most comments and positve feedback. I'm not a muscian so I dunno if anything can be done with it or not.

LIFE:


When I was a young boy
my father told me
you know I think
you talk too much

so I shut my mouth and listened
tried not to hurt the one's I loved
as I heard them speak
as I heard them shout
at the one's I couldn't see
I lived my life in silence
protected by my memory

When I was older
my mother told me
you know I think
you watch too much

so I shut my eyes and listened
I found it didn't hurt so much
as I reached for them
I tried to speak to them
the one's I tried to be
I lived my life in silence
to deaf, to dumb, to blind to see

Now I'm a husband
my wife she told me
you know I think
you feel too much

so I hid my feelings deep within me
I tried to hurt the one's I loved
as my anger grew
so my madness grew
and I was all but gone away
I lived my life within my mind
numbed by those who couldn't stay

Now I'm a father
my son he told me
hey dad I think
you think too much

Now I'm a father
my son he told me
hey dad I think
you've lived too much

And as I turned away
I'm sure I heard him say
hey dad I want to do it
just like you

And when they ask me all these stupid questions
I'll say I did it
I did it
and I was true

DopeBeastie

(soulkill in a good way)




This makes me feel hopefully
This makes me want want everything
You’re fearless you don't take no shit
You stand up, when you’re on my chest

This noise is sharp knives in my back
You are a vice I won’t give up
And, Even if you let me know
That you hate me I’ll still go

Lost, but I don’t give a rat
I’ll see through you in every chance
Lost, but when I found the map
I was running around under your hat

No, you don’t have to do a thing
You don’t even have to look at me
Keep your nose, just please don’t stop
And don’t think of me, i’ll might mess you up

Just keep on and Don’t stop
Keep on.
Don’t stop.



*sigh*flutter*sigh*

walkerlastgen1

so is this Brock or you....?

I printed everything off and have been doing a little work..
any other musicians have any thing to offer...?
I have a little D dorian prog working for toaster elf's obituary....i may need to re arrange the words abit..

Dm
I walked through a lighted maze
G Am
the endless neon lit hallways
Dm
I rode the seven elevator floors
G Em G
I walked through fogs of haggard coughs
C
past the charts that lined the walls
Em
I shuffled past those whitewashed rooms
Dm C Em G
where bouquets couldn’t sanctify the tombs

walkerlastgen1

That didn't post like I typed it

I worked so hard......sob...

EvilToasterElf

walkerlastgen1 wrote:

That didn't post like I typed it

I worked so hard......sob...

I give you total freedom to re-work the words to fit a melody you have in mind, like I said, I don't write songs much

All I need is a line when it starts making money

Lyrics by Steve Wheat

It's yours for the molding