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
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
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
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.....
I took a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb!!!
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
Live the life you dream
"Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me
So I can say this is the way I use to be" -- John Mayer
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coachchris
Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada Posts: 749
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
Adolescence in essence is all about trust.
Leaving is for the answering machine.
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
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
I took a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb!!!
D/ Dm
I walked through a lighted maze
D/ Dm
the endless neon lit hallways
G Am Em
I rode the elevator seven floors
D Dm
I walked through fogs of (haggard) coughs
D Dm
past the charts that lined the walls
G Am Em
I shuffled (right) past those white washed rooms
G Em F(barre chord at 1)
where bouquets couldn’t sanctify the tombs
Here are some changes....I added right for rythmic purposes and if there is another, one sylabel word for haggard you want to use I may be able to squeeze it in but taking it out all together would probably be best..
I took a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb!!!
D/ Dm
I walked through a lighted maze
D/ Dm
the endless neon lit hallways
G Am Em
I rode the elevator seven floors
D Dm
I walked through fogs of (haggard) coughs
D Dm
past the charts that lined the walls
G Am Em
I shuffled (right) past those white washed rooms
G Em F(barre chord at 1)
where bouquets couldn’t sanctify the tombs
Here are some changes....I added right for rythmic purposes and if there is another, one sylabel word for haggard you want to use I may be able to squeeze it in but taking it out all together would probably be best..
The morning was as red as
that blush you wore
when I kissed your neck,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your heart,
raced,
and your mind,
chaste?
and the time,
erased...
You replaced my face
with her smile.
The seduction was as green as
the springtime spot
when we lay in the grass,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your blood,
raced,
and your hands,
chaste?
and inhibitions,
erased...
You replaced my face
with her smile.
The lie was as black as
a bruise to the soul
when it hit my face,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your thoughts,
raced,
and your shots,
chased,
and your mind,
erased...
You replaced my face
with her smile.
The morning was as red as
the shirt that you wore
when I whispered good-bye,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your blood,
raced,
and your sob,
chased,
and you were,
erased....
You replace her face
with my smile.
and I had another I posted a ways back that I'll dig up and pop in here as well. Someone had said it could be a song so, what the hell...if they work, they work, if not, oh well! This is fun!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
I Want To Dance!
I want to dance!
I want to dance!
Just raise my hands up,
Let the world pour down,
And DANCE!
Spin myself up in rainbows,
And float up with the clouds.
I want the rain to drench me,
And the sun to dry me up.
I want the moon to tan my skin,
And the stars to fill my cup. (Drink up!)
I want to dance!
I want to dance!
Just raise my hands up,
Let the world pour down,
And DANCE!
Spin myself up in the tall grass,
And sleep in the flower beds.
I want the dirt to cover me,
And the birds to dig me up.
I want the trees to hug me,
And their sweet sap to fill my cup. (Drink up!)
I want to dance!
I want to dance!
Just raise my hands up,
Let the world pour down,
And DANCE!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
B.E. These are really good... uplifting and upbeat....most of the other posts would make mellow songs (which is fine and they are all good, really good)...thanks..
I took a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb!!!
The morning was as red as
that blush you wore
when I kissed your neck,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your heart,
raced,
and your mind,
chaste?
and the time,
erased...
You replaced my face
with her smile.
The seduction was as green as
the springtime spot
when we lay in the grass,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your blood,
raced,
and your hands,
chaste?
and inhibitions,
erased...
You replaced my face
with her smile.
The lie was as black as
a bruise to the soul
when it hit my face,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your thoughts,
raced,
and your shots,
chased,
and your mind,
erased...
You replaced my face
with her smile.
The morning was as red as
the shirt that you wore
when I whispered good-bye,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your blood,
raced,
and your sob,
chased,
and you were,
erased....
You replace her face
with my smile.
and I had another I posted a ways back that I'll dig up and pop in here as well. Someone had said it could be a song so, what the hell...if they work, they work, if not, oh well! This is fun!
The morning was as red as
that blush you wore
when I kissed your neck,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your heart,
raced,
and your mind,
chaste?
and the time,
erased...
You replaced my face
with her smile.
The seduction was as green as
the springtime spot
when we lay in the grass,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your blood,
raced,
and your hands,
chaste?
and inhibitions,
erased...
You replaced my face
with her smile.
The lie was as black as
a bruise to the soul
when it hit my face,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your thoughts,
raced,
and your shots,
chased,
and your mind,
erased...
You replaced my face
with her smile.
The morning was as red as
the shirt that you wore
when I whispered good-bye,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your blood,
raced,
and your sob,
chased,
and you were,
erased....
You replace her face
with my smile.
and I had another I posted a ways back that I'll dig up and pop in here as well. Someone had said it could be a song so, what the hell...if they work, they work, if not, oh well! This is fun!
E.t. elf...The song is sounding gooohoood... the more I sing these lyrics the more I get attached to them..
It is something everyone has experienced or will at some time..
I took a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb!!!
Seven seasons of the past,
have echoed through the looking glass,
and the muddy grass has faded,
like the ink of ancient pages,
turned over by the light of stars.
The families we’ve never known
the history that we’ve outgrown
written into rows of stone,
guarded by the empty words of poems.
From the ashes of our actions,
fiery birds seldom imagined,
grace the skies sought in a fashion of religious tomes.
But to our dismay there happens,
moments of some living passion,
driving past the rusted bars of rationality.
Silhouetting scenes of birth
without much thought to what came first,
until the realization that,
music should always play.
Rolling in constricting covers,
the sweet caress of tired lovers
murmur in the sleep that smothers,
the nightmares.
Searching vainly for a someone,
before the lonely dawn has come,
to bear down of the burdens
of hormonal chemistry.
They swam with tails, and then grew legs,
over the continents they spread,
creating life inside their heads,
and religion in their beds,
Stolen by the august breeze,
the breath of god has plucked the leaves,
from the canvas brushed with trees,
outside the pane of what we see,
when sitting with a wordless book,
that fills with thoughts bought from a look,
at the world from which we took,
our only wide-eyed breath.
The answers to the nameless things,
that add wrinkles to ageing skin,
are often squeezed into a bin,
existing in the space
between the paper and the pen.
Chorus *And there’s a brief altercation
Between the wind and the clouds
And without hesitation
The rains were forced down
And our minds were awakened
To that sorrowful sound
Cherry Blossom Pedals
Dancing to the ground *
I really love the chorus for this one, I don't care where it goes as long as its in there
Comments
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
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
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
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
"Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me
So I can say this is the way I use to be" -- John Mayer
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
Leaving is for the answering machine.
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*
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
www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
I worked so hard......sob...
www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
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
I may have to take out haggard...but that is the only obsticle I've hit so far....
www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
I walked through a lighted maze
D/ Dm
the endless neon lit hallways
G Am Em
I rode the elevator seven floors
D Dm
I walked through fogs of (haggard) coughs
D Dm
past the charts that lined the walls
G Am Em
I shuffled (right) past those white washed rooms
G Em F(barre chord at 1)
where bouquets couldn’t sanctify the tombs
Here are some changes....I added right for rythmic purposes and if there is another, one sylabel word for haggard you want to use I may be able to squeeze it in but taking it out all together would probably be best..
www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
Looks good to me - done and done
it's me "on" brock. he's just been slaying me lately
THIS is brock
"your heart felt good, it was drippin pitch and made of wood. and your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass beneath..."
um.
as soon as my gigs are up, i'll be hollerin' in... sorry so busy :(
The morning was as red as
that blush you wore
when I kissed your neck,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your heart,
raced,
and your mind,
chaste?
and the time,
erased...
You replaced my face
with her smile.
The seduction was as green as
the springtime spot
when we lay in the grass,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your blood,
raced,
and your hands,
chaste?
and inhibitions,
erased...
You replaced my face
with her smile.
The lie was as black as
a bruise to the soul
when it hit my face,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your thoughts,
raced,
and your shots,
chased,
and your mind,
erased...
You replaced my face
with her smile.
The morning was as red as
the shirt that you wore
when I whispered good-bye,
in the park,
in the dark,
and your blood,
raced,
and your sob,
chased,
and you were,
erased....
You replace her face
with my smile.
and I had another I posted a ways back that I'll dig up and pop in here as well. Someone had said it could be a song so, what the hell...if they work, they work, if not, oh well!
I want to dance!
I want to dance!
Just raise my hands up,
Let the world pour down,
And DANCE!
Spin myself up in rainbows,
And float up with the clouds.
I want the rain to drench me,
And the sun to dry me up.
I want the moon to tan my skin,
And the stars to fill my cup. (Drink up!)
I want to dance!
I want to dance!
Just raise my hands up,
Let the world pour down,
And DANCE!
Spin myself up in the tall grass,
And sleep in the flower beds.
I want the dirt to cover me,
And the birds to dig me up.
I want the trees to hug me,
And their sweet sap to fill my cup. (Drink up!)
I want to dance!
I want to dance!
Just raise my hands up,
Let the world pour down,
And DANCE!
www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
Oh, I know lady Pyle and I know she could---dat sistah got soul!
oh! me likey!
oh! me likey!
It is something everyone has experienced or will at some time..
www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
Looking Glass
Seven seasons of the past,
have echoed through the looking glass,
and the muddy grass has faded,
like the ink of ancient pages,
turned over by the light of stars.
The families we’ve never known
the history that we’ve outgrown
written into rows of stone,
guarded by the empty words of poems.
From the ashes of our actions,
fiery birds seldom imagined,
grace the skies sought in a fashion of religious tomes.
But to our dismay there happens,
moments of some living passion,
driving past the rusted bars of rationality.
Silhouetting scenes of birth
without much thought to what came first,
until the realization that,
music should always play.
Rolling in constricting covers,
the sweet caress of tired lovers
murmur in the sleep that smothers,
the nightmares.
Searching vainly for a someone,
before the lonely dawn has come,
to bear down of the burdens
of hormonal chemistry.
They swam with tails, and then grew legs,
over the continents they spread,
creating life inside their heads,
and religion in their beds,
Stolen by the august breeze,
the breath of god has plucked the leaves,
from the canvas brushed with trees,
outside the pane of what we see,
when sitting with a wordless book,
that fills with thoughts bought from a look,
at the world from which we took,
our only wide-eyed breath.
The answers to the nameless things,
that add wrinkles to ageing skin,
are often squeezed into a bin,
existing in the space
between the paper and the pen.
Chorus *And there’s a brief altercation
Between the wind and the clouds
And without hesitation
The rains were forced down
And our minds were awakened
To that sorrowful sound
Cherry Blossom Pedals
Dancing to the ground *
I really love the chorus for this one, I don't care where it goes as long as its in there
do rehydrated refried beans, tart granny smiths, peanuts and raisins count? it's all good stuff?!
can't wait, walker. hey hey to you
oh... and if anyone wants to lend me their digital 4 track, i promise i'll be nice to it
pllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllease????
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(wetmop in aisle lastgen... lol)
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I gave my thread a nudgaroo
just so maybe all of you
would post a reply
so I won't sigh
because the input runs so dry
please don't lock me down in bump jail.
I cannot beat the comment crave
I admit I am A slave
To this mispelled colaberation craze
Chorus
Bump
bump
bump
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i'm going to work on "track10" first... then maybe i'll hit this one?
get better miss enlightened... i miss you