I want to leave Pearl Jam my songs in my will

Coachella

Here's one called Red

Antichrist dressed like a Buddhist monk
Holding a cross, listening to punk

Apostle reincarnate loves Barry Manilow
Teachers always said he was a little slow

Some condescend they think themselves angels
Some condescend they think they're sent from hell

We're all just fragile created things
Only bats, birds and insects have wings
Do we need mythology just to survive
You condescend then flatter me
You think that way you'll get what you want
You won't

Red is your happy color
That's why people like to kill
They like blood on their hands
It gives them some kind of thrill
Red makes you happy

My life is nothing much
Little pains here and there
Nothing drastic as such
Nothing really there
But everybody wants a drama
Everyone applauds a trauma

Maybe I'll die in some interesting
Maybe floods will come and melt my feet of clay
Wash them away

Red makes you happy
Take my blood it will turn black eventually
Makes you happy now
Later you'll just feel dirty

Red is your happy color
So you like to kill
Blood has a pretty red color
Run it through your hands it will turn black.

Coachella

a thousand worlds
as wrecked are made
at once a thousand times

as time the words
and true to follow
the words are heard as lies

the meak endeavor
to wait and hear
of the coming signs

who_doesnt_like_pj

i like ur red song kinda creepy tho cuz reds my favorite color lol

Coachella

you could also pronounce it "..and i cross-dress like a Buddhist monk"
anyway i'm going to get my mom to bid on the palooza auction.

Coachella

Shadow

Walking down the street
I notice my shadow
He flies awhile
Then my shadow dies

Down the street I met a man
He says he needs a qaurter man
He's got thirteen kids and thirteen wives
And once a day every one of them dies

Trades my qaurter for a bottle of lies
Walks down the street and his shadow dies

Further down on sacred ground
I ran into some mourners
Noone wanted problems solved
I saw that we were cornered

Talk alot don't see
We run from our shadows
We run and try to hide
Until the shadow dies

Coachella

what an idiot.
nevermind i'm not leaving my songs to Pearl Jam in my will.

Coachella

I'll never have a
Belly full of lead.
I'll only have a
Dorsal view of a flower bed.
I'll never be a vessel.
I'll never make amends.
I'll never reach Nirvana.
I'll never know the truth.
I'm going to die a liar.
But i don't want to.
I'm not worth the silver in the tooth
It feels like i'm pulling trying to enjoy my
Youth.
I'm not gonng bury myself in the sun for you.
I'm not gonna make any arrows or guns
not going to grow any roses for you.
I'm not going to step on any wolves for you.
I'm not going to turn a page.
I'm not going to plant something
for the birds in the yard
to eat.
I'm not going to shine any more sun
on you.
I'm not going to open any doors
for you.
I'm not going to give you my
velvet you'd only bury it
underground
In a garden without a sound.
I'm not going to teach you how to beat
ulcers down.
I'm not gonna teach you how to make
cantaloupes see.
And i don't care if the leopards
hear me..
I'm not going to stone you or
roll you away.
I'm not going to be your Mama or Papa. Damn.
You're not going to see the Jeffersons
in my airplane.
Not gonna frighten you with any Zen Koans.
Not gonna skin any nerds.
My name's not Leonard.
My sky don't feel like hailing.
Not even for you.
I don't care what kind of cream
you hen drinks.
I'm not gonna fry any fish for you.
I'm not who you think I am.
I decree I won't clear away
your dents with resurrected
waters.
My name's not Roger.
Hands clapping slowly by the ton.
A ton of your applause is no
replacement for a God.
I don't want to be caught in
the claws of eagles
or the residents of the united states.
I don't want to paint everything black
I'll take a rest and keep the
sabbath holy.
I'm too young to kneal down
before you
Though in ashes my heart stills
When i cross between the
bow you did leave for me
and the chalice in the chains
I'm too alive to be grateful
I won't feed you a shishkabob or a daffodil in
sin, aw try again.
I'm white but i won't zap a lion
or snake or strike
down those who hunger
My great aunt Pearl used to cram berries in their heads
as they were talking
So let me stain the glass, I'll...um...
offer squirrels the meat of the pups i have
as pets.

reeferchief

Good stuff.:)

Coachella

Tonight

On nights that pray for this
Eerie voices call
The lighnting stained abyss
Wearily plans to fall

When shadows reach to kiss
And lovers gladly fall
We cowardly dismiss
Those who never shall

On night of satan's bliss
The darkest calm of all
The light of days he missed
Is coming back for all.

emily18

Coachella wrote:

Here's one called Red

Antichrist dressed like a Buddhist monk
Holding a cross, listening to punk

Apostle reincarnate loves Barry Manilow
Teachers always said he was a little slow

this is my favorite thing ever.

Coachella

Maybe it should be
Jesus Christ dressed like a Buddhist Monk
Holding up a cross listening to punk

Antichrist loves Barry Manilow
Futures always said he was a little slow.

Some condescend think themselves teachers..

I think Emily18 sparked this.

Coachella

that's more straightly emotional

Coachella wrote:

Maybe it should be
Jesus Christ dressed like a Buddhist Monk
Holding up a cross listening to punk

Antichrist loves Barry Manilow
Futures always said he was a little slow.

Some condescend think themselves teachers..

I think Emily18 sparked this.

Coachella

I've really written myself out. i'm posting songs i wrote ten years ago. I should be in a band not on a message board.

Children of Hearts

You are the children of hearts
And the hearts of children

You let insanity intercede and you missed your goal
You let ignorance undermine the putiry of our souls

You've been blinded and darkness was glad to meet sin
Darkness became us light was not allowed in

Then the black holes of your eyes your sight they stole
Old memories of futures the dice they rolled

Now the wind it tells stories
Stories need to be told

White lightning everywhere
Thunder growing bold