Two Hits
Vowl Sounds
Fourteen blackbirds floated above your house the day you died
Feels like a dream
The sky looked so wet, glistening like flesh, the day you died
Feels like a dream
I remember your hands
I remember the floor
My grandmother called on a rotting telephone the day you died
Feels like a dream
The bed heaved around me like an ocean made of bones the day you died
Feels like a dream
I remember your hands
They turned the lock on the door
I remember my face
On the cold tile floor
Fourteen blackbirds floated above your house
I remember John Hughes played on the flayed television, a vision of bright decay
Oh, Caroline, know it's your fault, good girls don't end up that way
Like the glove that hits the face and the unsteady sway in place before the TKO
Falling for so long
The day that you died, I hit the ground: the second hit, your first blow struck me years ago
I've been falling for so long
I've been falling for so long
I remember your hands
They turned the lock on the door
I remember my face
On the cold tile floor
Fourteen blackbirds floated above your house
Two Hits
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- Hot for Teacher
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Re: Two Hits
Two Hits - Joblito Y El Banditos
We feel the need to express
The Bill of Rights which we do possess
Amendment one for social protest
and two for the civil unrest
It's not laughter
That we're after
we're not some kind of joke
We have our rights
and peaceful nights
but you gave the bear a poke
We will not cower
or bow to the power
of their mighty pens
Showing defiance
And purging the Tyrants
in a systematic cleanse
Double tapping presidents with two shots to the head
Bang! Bang!
Two Hits
it only takes
Two Hits
Two Hits
It only takes two
We feel the need to express
The Bill of Rights which we do possess
Amendment one for social protest
and two for the civil unrest
It's not laughter
That we're after
we're not some kind of joke
We have our rights
and peaceful nights
but you gave the bear a poke
We will not cower
or bow to the power
of their mighty pens
Showing defiance
And purging the Tyrants
in a systematic cleanse
Double tapping presidents with two shots to the head
Bang! Bang!
Two Hits
it only takes
Two Hits
Two Hits
It only takes two
- MicahSommer
- Push Comes to Shove
- Posts: 412
- Joined: Tue Dec 13, 2011 3:09 pm
- Instruments: Voice, accordion, keyboards, guitar, euphonium
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- Submitting as: Micah Sommersmith, All The Robots
- Pronouns: they/them or he/him
- Location: Wisconsin, USA
- Contact:
Re: Two Hits
Two Hits
Micah Sommersmith
Two hits on the big bass drum
Two hits on the big bass drum
Two hits on the big bass drum
Here I come, here I come
Two hits on the big bass drum
Two hits on the big bass drum
Two hits on the big bass drum
Here I come, here I come
Listen close, you hear that thump thump
As the nurse glides that thing across your bump
That’s a promise, not much to show for me yet
But just you wait, see how big I get
Here I come, squalling and squealing into the world
Your kin, your flesh, your pearl
Not much to look at, snot-covered and slimy as sin
But hear that drumbeat under my skin
Two hits on the big bass drum...
Now sit back and watch me grow
Wind me up and watch me go
You’d see the gears turning in my brain if you peered in
Got dreams, like Dolores O’Riordan
I'm gonna be big tomorrow
Yeah I make you laugh like Tig Notaro
But that’s just how I get through to you
Then I hit you with true news
Just like Lulu Garcia-Navarro
I’m rough around the edges, yeah, but I’m just a kid
And if you ever doubt me, you’ll be sorry you did
I will not rest till I become the best
And I march to that drumbeat inside my chest
Two hits on the big bass drum…
I got my diploma, still chasing my dreams
Turns out it’s a little bit harder than it seems
Sometimes I get down, wonder was this all a mistake
Nobody in town wants to hear my mixtape
I watch the pop stars get younger and younger
I’ve got twice as much talent and three times the hunger
I can’t say I care for this double whammy
Getting my first gray hair before my first Grammy
What the hell, might as well settle down, start a family
But the drum’s still beating in my chest, it’s uncanny
Do I put my dreams on hold, let them grow cold?
I gotta care for this full house, call me Danny
Now the kids have their own drums pounding
And it’s sounding astounding, never heard such a loud thing
My own starts to falter, doesn’t quite beat steady
But I’ve got no regrets, when it stops I’ll be ready
Two hits on the big bass drum...
Micah Sommersmith
Two hits on the big bass drum
Two hits on the big bass drum
Two hits on the big bass drum
Here I come, here I come
Two hits on the big bass drum
Two hits on the big bass drum
Two hits on the big bass drum
Here I come, here I come
Listen close, you hear that thump thump
As the nurse glides that thing across your bump
That’s a promise, not much to show for me yet
But just you wait, see how big I get
Here I come, squalling and squealing into the world
Your kin, your flesh, your pearl
Not much to look at, snot-covered and slimy as sin
But hear that drumbeat under my skin
Two hits on the big bass drum...
Now sit back and watch me grow
Wind me up and watch me go
You’d see the gears turning in my brain if you peered in
Got dreams, like Dolores O’Riordan
I'm gonna be big tomorrow
Yeah I make you laugh like Tig Notaro
But that’s just how I get through to you
Then I hit you with true news
Just like Lulu Garcia-Navarro
I’m rough around the edges, yeah, but I’m just a kid
And if you ever doubt me, you’ll be sorry you did
I will not rest till I become the best
And I march to that drumbeat inside my chest
Two hits on the big bass drum…
I got my diploma, still chasing my dreams
Turns out it’s a little bit harder than it seems
Sometimes I get down, wonder was this all a mistake
Nobody in town wants to hear my mixtape
I watch the pop stars get younger and younger
I’ve got twice as much talent and three times the hunger
I can’t say I care for this double whammy
Getting my first gray hair before my first Grammy
What the hell, might as well settle down, start a family
But the drum’s still beating in my chest, it’s uncanny
Do I put my dreams on hold, let them grow cold?
I gotta care for this full house, call me Danny
Now the kids have their own drums pounding
And it’s sounding astounding, never heard such a loud thing
My own starts to falter, doesn’t quite beat steady
But I’ve got no regrets, when it stops I’ll be ready
Two hits on the big bass drum...
"you did a skillful job pulling off the sexy" - RangerDenni
- Pigfarmer Jr
- Jump
- Posts: 2316
- Joined: Sat Mar 21, 2009 6:13 am
- Instruments: Guitar
- Recording Method: Br-900CD and Reaper to mix
- Submitting as: Pigfarmer Jr, Evil Grin, Pork Producer, Gilmore Lynette Tootle, T.C. Elliott
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Columbia, Missouri
- Contact:
Re: Two Hits
Two Hits
Evil Grin
I remember meetin’ you
It was a sunny afternoon
Made a bet that you’d be mine
We were dealt a decent hand
Knew when to fold and when to stand
We were lucky at the time
But our luck would soon run out
I could see your look of doubt
Shoulda known the house always wins
Two hits of you was not enough
I think that you just called my bluff
I should just fold, that would be wise
Somehow forget your fierce green eyes
Cuz I’m busted
I’m busted
Again
I watched you as you walked away
There was nothing left to say
You insisted on a call
I guess I wasn’t enough
Somehow I had lost your trust
Doubled down and lost it all
Yes our luck had all run out
How’d I miss your look of doubt
Now I know the house always wins
Two hits of you was not enough
I think that you just called my bluff
I should just fold, that would be wise
Somehow forget your fierce green eyes
Cuz I’m busted
I’m busted
Again
Two hits of you was not enough
I think that you just called my bluff
I should just fold, that would be wise
Somehow forget your fierce green eyes
Cuz I’m busted
I’m busted
Yes, I'm busted
Oh, so busted
Again
Again
Again
Evil Grin
I remember meetin’ you
It was a sunny afternoon
Made a bet that you’d be mine
We were dealt a decent hand
Knew when to fold and when to stand
We were lucky at the time
But our luck would soon run out
I could see your look of doubt
Shoulda known the house always wins
Two hits of you was not enough
I think that you just called my bluff
I should just fold, that would be wise
Somehow forget your fierce green eyes
Cuz I’m busted
I’m busted
Again
I watched you as you walked away
There was nothing left to say
You insisted on a call
I guess I wasn’t enough
Somehow I had lost your trust
Doubled down and lost it all
Yes our luck had all run out
How’d I miss your look of doubt
Now I know the house always wins
Two hits of you was not enough
I think that you just called my bluff
I should just fold, that would be wise
Somehow forget your fierce green eyes
Cuz I’m busted
I’m busted
Again
Two hits of you was not enough
I think that you just called my bluff
I should just fold, that would be wise
Somehow forget your fierce green eyes
Cuz I’m busted
I’m busted
Yes, I'm busted
Oh, so busted
Again
Again
Again
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"PigFramer: Guy and guitar OF MY NIGHTMARES." - Blue Lang
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- Geech
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 133
- Joined: Mon Mar 18, 2019 9:08 am
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- Submitting as: Geech Sorensen
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- Location: Berkeley, CA
- Contact:
Re: Two Hits
Two hits
Geech Sorensen
Never had to look over my shoulder
Never had to wonder which way it comes
Never had to run for cover
Never had to reach for my guns
And the first was not what it would be
And the worst was coming up on me
I don’t remember falling
An echo of a voice was calling
It barely got me I think
Another and I began to sink
I never thought this could happen to me
And the first was not what it would be
And the worst was coming up on me
Two hits and I was down on the floor
Two hits I couldn’t take any more
Geech Sorensen
Never had to look over my shoulder
Never had to wonder which way it comes
Never had to run for cover
Never had to reach for my guns
And the first was not what it would be
And the worst was coming up on me
I don’t remember falling
An echo of a voice was calling
It barely got me I think
Another and I began to sink
I never thought this could happen to me
And the first was not what it would be
And the worst was coming up on me
Two hits and I was down on the floor
Two hits I couldn’t take any more
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- Lunkhead
- You're No Good
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Re: Two Hits
Two Hits
by Berkeley Social Scene
Once is a blessing and twice is a fluke
Keep the party going while you’re bulletproof
It might take your whole life to get to the top
When you’re high on the charts you can’t drop
One two, make it four on the floor
People lining up outside the door
Making music while the audience screams
Keep the motor running on the American dream
Once you’re flying high you think you’ll never come down
Private jets keep you safe from the ground
Changed your name now you’ll never regret
The folks you left behind and you try to forget
One two, make it four on the floor
People lining up outside the door
Making music while the audience screams
Keep the motor running on the American dream
Alone with your demons they haunt only you
Push away anyone who tries to get through
You blame the world while you blame yourself
Every eruption another cry for help
But you’re back on the road
Back in the studio
Whatever it takes
To play the next show
One two, make it four on the floor
People lining up outside the door
Making music while the audience screams
Keep the motor running on the American dream
by Berkeley Social Scene
Once is a blessing and twice is a fluke
Keep the party going while you’re bulletproof
It might take your whole life to get to the top
When you’re high on the charts you can’t drop
One two, make it four on the floor
People lining up outside the door
Making music while the audience screams
Keep the motor running on the American dream
Once you’re flying high you think you’ll never come down
Private jets keep you safe from the ground
Changed your name now you’ll never regret
The folks you left behind and you try to forget
One two, make it four on the floor
People lining up outside the door
Making music while the audience screams
Keep the motor running on the American dream
Alone with your demons they haunt only you
Push away anyone who tries to get through
You blame the world while you blame yourself
Every eruption another cry for help
But you’re back on the road
Back in the studio
Whatever it takes
To play the next show
One two, make it four on the floor
People lining up outside the door
Making music while the audience screams
Keep the motor running on the American dream