colaberation.

walkerlastgen1 · April 2006

I have never made a penny from my stuff...but i would never hesitate to givecredit where it is due... you credit for your work..

I may have to take out haggard...but that is the only obsticle I've hit so far....

walkerlastgen1 · April 2006

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..

EvilToasterElf · April 2006

walkerlastgen1 wrote:

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..

Looks good to me - done and done

DopeBeastie · April 2006

walkerlastgen1 wrote:

so is this Brock or you....?

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 :(

Being Enlightened · April 2006

Unfaithful

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!

Being Enlightened · April 2006

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!

walkerlastgen1 · April 2006

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..

walkerlastgen1 · April 2006

p.s. rachel..pyle (pasta nazi) could work wonders w I want to Dance..

Being Enlightened · April 2006

walkerlastgen1 wrote:

p.s. rachel..pyle (pasta nazi) could work wonders w I want to Dance..

Oh, I know lady Pyle and I know she could---dat sistah got soul!

DopeBeastie · April 2006

Being Enlightened wrote:

Unfaithful

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!

oh! me likey!

DopeBeastie · April 2006

Being Enlightened wrote:

Unfaithful

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!

oh! me likey!

walkerlastgen1 · April 2006

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..

walkerlastgen1 · April 2006

Hey have you guys seen my ego... It got loose a couple of days ago....Whatever you do....Don't feed it...

EvilToasterElf · April 2006

How bout if I feed your ego this...

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

DopeBeastie · April 2006

walkerlastgen1 wrote:

Hey have you guys seen my ego... It got loose a couple of days ago....Whatever you do....Don't feed it...

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

:D:D

pllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllease????

walkerlastgen1 · April 2006

BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 nice toaster elf... nice..

DopeBeastie · April 2006

indeed, evil... 'specially the chorus... it's beautiful

(wetmop in aisle lastgen... lol)

walkerlastgen1 · April 2006

What do you guys think, on obituary? is there a call for some distorted lead over a hollow sounding acoustic guitar in the gaps between words..?

walkerlastgen1 · May 2006

Little nudgharooooo

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

DopeBeastie · May 2006

walkerlastgen1 wrote:

p.s. rachel..pyle (pasta nazi) could work wonders w I want to Dance..

i'm going to work on "track10" first... then maybe i'll hit this one?

get better miss enlightened... i miss you

colaberation.

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