I really wanna do the my way satire, but I have a few other choruses for that. I don't like the first two stanzas.
Let me tell you bout a british rock n roll band
Fuck the Beatles, this band has lots of heart
They shit gold and they’re so creative
Like the dance they invented, when you jump up and down a lot
Let them tell you about the establishment
Don’t let anyone tell you what to do
Real art never comes out of submission
Just as long as everyone thinks it’s you
But there’s a question with each and every musician
Where did everything come from, what inspired them
Why avoid the questions about your inspiration
And why’s their manager more famous than them
chorus: they did it Malcolm’s way, they did it Malcolm’s way
They needed some money for junk, they jerked him off and call it punk
They are the sons of ahhhhhhhhhhnarchay
They did it Malcolm’s way, yeah did it Malcolm’s way
They’re the kings of punk, narcissists on junk
And now they’re in the rock n roll hall of fame
RIGHT! NOW! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
(over verse, pm‘d) "excuse me, do you think my bondage trousers look smashing today?"
"yes, they look absolutely delightful!"
"and my 60 dollar hairdresser Carnaby Street orange spikey haircut?"
"yes, It’s totally gay"
Jonni Rotten where’s your sense of humor?
always whining and whining I hope you get a brain tumor
Pistols’ keeps saying they don’t give a shit
So why do they keep bitching ‘bout the rich?
Fuck authority, fuck the queen
We’re only saying that to get some green
Malcolm, Malcolm, lead us there
The future of punk lies in my orange hair
*repeat chorus/bridge with key change*
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
First song
Verse: Some people ask me, Is my life happy
With my female history
This girl has changed everything
No more resent, my loneliness is dormant
Don’t know where my troubles went
Nothing could go wrong with me
But when I got home, I thought I’d find you alone
Yeah girl you know you are my one and only
And I saw that car in the driveway
Oh Baby, I say it’s crazy
My mind is hazy
Walking home to you and him
Pre-chorus: And All I know is that I’m tired of knowing
My heart’s now as empty as your head
and bitch I lied, I still know something
It’s the end of you, me and him
Chorus: Murder, homicide and suicide
homicide and suicide
Homicide and suicide
the story of that whore and me (x2)
When did I become so boring
I become so boring
I become so boring to you (x3)
Wah. Wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah wahhhhhhh
Verse: argue, and I’d say fuck you
I used to love you
Hey, I still do every now and then
Conflicting emotions, homicidal notions
Such a quiet commotion
And it’s all in my head
You say you’re sorry, and ask for sympathy
You know there’s no mercy
In a heart that’s broken dead
*repeat chorus*
Verse: Morning, always so boring
Always annoying
When you talk at 6 am
But today, when I did awake
You had nothing left to say
Flashbacks, I see all the facts
My mind, it retracts
And the guilt is overwhelming me
Police, Parents and biased juries
Are all gonna come after me
They ain’t gonna get me as long I live
*repeat chorus*
Outro: wah. Wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah wahhhhhhh (having backing vocals repeat everything after you sing it)
Alright, I started this a few days ago after listening to too much Jay Reatard (like the last 10 songs I've written have been about killing my ex. This is my last one, I swear) and bad kids-black lips (does it flow too much like that? I don't wanna get sued.) and have been coming back to it every now and then. I'm not sure if I should try to keep it in chronological order so it's more of a story, ala Pete Seeger, and keep it at 3 verses or take the best verses and keep it at two. Times like this I wish I had a 4track so I could record it and compare rather than just how it sounds in my head. Three verses always seems like overkill to me and I'll probably have to do different variations of the chorus so it doesn't get too repetitive/redundant. I'm also wondering if I should cut the pre-chorus. It fucking sucks. I'm glad nobody's reading this cause I know some smart ass would write "the entire song fucking sucks, you halfwitted male trollop. Go fry some patties." Btw, it'd rule to be a male trollop. With my luck this will be featured on the main page or something and some hipster faggots will come here and bust my balls. Also, with the rhyme scheme, is three rhymes in a row too much? I might go back and change that if it sounds too annoying.
The "wah wah wah's" at the end of the chorus probably don't make any sense here, and I have no idea how to type out that sound, but that is what'll either take this song from good to great or, more realistically, awful to passably mediocre.
The music is almost finished. This is the second song I've written with real chords as opposed to fifth chords, so there's no keith richards/james williamson type ingenius riffs here. I love the stones and the Stooges, but the overwhelming envy kind of makes it hard to listen. I haven't written the chorus riff yet but I think I'm gonna play kinda folksy/clean on the verse then turn on the dis and play power chords over it. The thing is: how do I start the second verse? Do I continue with the power chords or go back to normal ones? I hate when songs get REALLY fast in the middle and then just slow down. It kills the goddamn momentum. IE, Pacemaker-TBR. I could use real chords and keep the tempo fast. I think I'll do that, I don't wanna spend too much time on the song. Switching off between power chords and normal chords 3 times could sound shitty though. Maybe I'll only do 2 verses. As far as leads go, I'll try to start up that band again with mike. he can come up with better leads drunk off the top of his head than i can in 6 months prior to writing the song.
I'm listening to Bo Diddley for the first time since he died today. Him and Carlin gone, and these things come in threes. I wonder who's next.
I think this is like an online diary now, which takes me from a level 6 to level 7 faggot. Goddammit. I need a job.
With my female history
This girl has changed everything
No more resent, my loneliness is dormant
Don’t know where my troubles went
Nothing could go wrong with me
But when I got home, I thought I’d find you alone
Yeah girl you know you are my one and only
And I saw that car in the driveway
Oh Baby, I say it’s crazy
My mind is hazy
Walking home to you and him
Pre-chorus: And All I know is that I’m tired of knowing
My heart’s now as empty as your head
and bitch I lied, I still know something
It’s the end of you, me and him
Chorus: Murder, homicide and suicide
homicide and suicide
Homicide and suicide
the story of that whore and me (x2)
When did I become so boring
I become so boring
I become so boring to you (x3)
Wah. Wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah wahhhhhhh
Verse: argue, and I’d say fuck you
I used to love you
Hey, I still do every now and then
Conflicting emotions, homicidal notions
Such a quiet commotion
And it’s all in my head
You say you’re sorry, and ask for sympathy
You know there’s no mercy
In a heart that’s broken dead
*repeat chorus*
Verse: Morning, always so boring
Always annoying
When you talk at 6 am
But today, when I did awake
You had nothing left to say
Flashbacks, I see all the facts
My mind, it retracts
And the guilt is overwhelming me
Police, Parents and biased juries
Are all gonna come after me
They ain’t gonna get me as long I live
*repeat chorus*
Outro: wah. Wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah wahhhhhhh (having backing vocals repeat everything after you sing it)
Alright, I started this a few days ago after listening to too much Jay Reatard (like the last 10 songs I've written have been about killing my ex. This is my last one, I swear) and bad kids-black lips (does it flow too much like that? I don't wanna get sued.) and have been coming back to it every now and then. I'm not sure if I should try to keep it in chronological order so it's more of a story, ala Pete Seeger, and keep it at 3 verses or take the best verses and keep it at two. Times like this I wish I had a 4track so I could record it and compare rather than just how it sounds in my head. Three verses always seems like overkill to me and I'll probably have to do different variations of the chorus so it doesn't get too repetitive/redundant. I'm also wondering if I should cut the pre-chorus. It fucking sucks. I'm glad nobody's reading this cause I know some smart ass would write "the entire song fucking sucks, you halfwitted male trollop. Go fry some patties." Btw, it'd rule to be a male trollop. With my luck this will be featured on the main page or something and some hipster faggots will come here and bust my balls. Also, with the rhyme scheme, is three rhymes in a row too much? I might go back and change that if it sounds too annoying.
The "wah wah wah's" at the end of the chorus probably don't make any sense here, and I have no idea how to type out that sound, but that is what'll either take this song from good to great or, more realistically, awful to passably mediocre.
The music is almost finished. This is the second song I've written with real chords as opposed to fifth chords, so there's no keith richards/james williamson type ingenius riffs here. I love the stones and the Stooges, but the overwhelming envy kind of makes it hard to listen. I haven't written the chorus riff yet but I think I'm gonna play kinda folksy/clean on the verse then turn on the dis and play power chords over it. The thing is: how do I start the second verse? Do I continue with the power chords or go back to normal ones? I hate when songs get REALLY fast in the middle and then just slow down. It kills the goddamn momentum. IE, Pacemaker-TBR. I could use real chords and keep the tempo fast. I think I'll do that, I don't wanna spend too much time on the song. Switching off between power chords and normal chords 3 times could sound shitty though. Maybe I'll only do 2 verses. As far as leads go, I'll try to start up that band again with mike. he can come up with better leads drunk off the top of his head than i can in 6 months prior to writing the song.
I'm listening to Bo Diddley for the first time since he died today. Him and Carlin gone, and these things come in threes. I wonder who's next.
I think this is like an online diary now, which takes me from a level 6 to level 7 faggot. Goddammit. I need a job.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
I made a blog!
Primarily for posting songs and what I wanna do with them and/or spamming other peoples blogs.. The few people that do read this won't mind seeing at my pathetic creations and how much I struggle to come up with them, and this will be easier to organize than Word Docs and random notebooks. Or maybe I'm an egotistical prick that wants to brag about his work and shove it in less fortunate peoples faces. Or maybe I'm insecure and looking for affirmation. I don't know. You're confusing me, leave me alone.
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