Glutton
- Reist
- Hot for Teacher
- Posts: 3066
- Joined: Mon Jan 30, 2006 2:26 pm
- Instruments: Drums, Guitar
- Recording Method: Yamaha AW1600, Reaper
- Submitting as: Therman
- Location: Calgary
- Contact:
Glutton
Glutton - By Jolly Roger
Don't tell me once again that you feel okay
When you complain about conditions every day
Just wait a minute
Don't let anything in
And maybe when you're done
You won't be such a glutton
And you will learn
Why I can tell you that
It's because where you're sitting now
I once sat.
Don't tell me once again that you are fine
When you break into sobs every time
Just wait a minute
Don't let anything in
And maybe when you're done
You won't be such a glutton
And you will learn
Why I can tell you that
It's because where you're sitting now
I once sat.
Don't tell me once again that you feel okay
When you complain about conditions every day
Just wait a minute
Don't let anything in
And maybe when you're done
You won't be such a glutton
And you will learn
Why I can tell you that
It's because where you're sitting now
I once sat.
Don't tell me once again that you are fine
When you break into sobs every time
Just wait a minute
Don't let anything in
And maybe when you're done
You won't be such a glutton
And you will learn
Why I can tell you that
It's because where you're sitting now
I once sat.
- GlennCase
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1806
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:41 pm
- Instruments: Yes
- Recording Method: Incorrect methods
- Submitting as: Glenn Case
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Spokane, WA
- Contact:
<b>Glenn Case
Glutton</b>
<i>(Mixed and mastered by Puce)</i>
I say too much
More often than I
Know when to shut up
They tell me that it's
Good that I can see these things
For what they are
It's not as hard
To change it
CHORUS
WHAT HAS GOT A HOLD ON ME?
WHAT STOPS ME FROM BREAKING FREE?
I HAVE AN ADDICTIVE PERSONALITY
Don't punish me
I guarantee that
I'll be much more harsh
When I keep thinking
All about the lines I've crossed
I went too far
And it's not hard
To see it
(Repeat Chorus)
In retrospect, I see where I went wrong
But it's too late to correct it
I'd say I'll learn from this
But I know better
I'm sure I'll screw up again!
I say too much
More often than I
Know when to give up
They tell me that it's
Good to be persistant
When I know it's not
But, I can't stop
I'm sorry
(Repeat Chorus and End)
Glutton</b>
<i>(Mixed and mastered by Puce)</i>
I say too much
More often than I
Know when to shut up
They tell me that it's
Good that I can see these things
For what they are
It's not as hard
To change it
CHORUS
WHAT HAS GOT A HOLD ON ME?
WHAT STOPS ME FROM BREAKING FREE?
I HAVE AN ADDICTIVE PERSONALITY
Don't punish me
I guarantee that
I'll be much more harsh
When I keep thinking
All about the lines I've crossed
I went too far
And it's not hard
To see it
(Repeat Chorus)
In retrospect, I see where I went wrong
But it's too late to correct it
I'd say I'll learn from this
But I know better
I'm sure I'll screw up again!
I say too much
More often than I
Know when to give up
They tell me that it's
Good to be persistant
When I know it's not
But, I can't stop
I'm sorry
(Repeat Chorus and End)
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- Mean Street
- Posts: 717
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 3:09 pm
Hear ye:
It's been eating all the shep and now
unless we take a step it's gonna eat us too.
Me! You!
That thing will always be hungry,
always be wanting more.
I heard the child screaming,
thought that I was dreaming.
It looked kind of like a carcajou,
the kind that kill the caribou in Canada,
but it's about as a big as a bear, I swear.
I swear!
Come to the forest!
Please help me hunt it down!
It's been eating all the shep and now
unless we take a step it's gonna eat us too.
Me! You!
That thing will always be hungry,
always be wanting more.
I heard the child screaming,
thought that I was dreaming.
It looked kind of like a carcajou,
the kind that kill the caribou in Canada,
but it's about as a big as a bear, I swear.
I swear!
Come to the forest!
Please help me hunt it down!
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- Mr. Beast
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- Submitting as: Jim Tyrrell
- Location: New Hampshire
- Contact:
Glutton
You run for the border
You stand in the line
How can you be hungry when you eat all the time
You work every second
To move up the chain
How can you be hungry when there's nothing to gain
You beg my opinion
And go on just the same
How can you be hungry when there's nothing to gain
You run for the border
You stand in the line
How can you be hungry when you eat all the time
You run for the border
You stand in the line
How can you be hungry when you eat all the time
You work every second
To move up the chain
How can you be hungry when there's nothing to gain
You beg my opinion
And go on just the same
How can you be hungry when there's nothing to gain
You run for the border
You stand in the line
How can you be hungry when you eat all the time
- Geoff WreckdoM
- Mean Street
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- Location: Awestin, TX
- Contact:
Glutton
by WreckdoM
Can I get some cheese with that?
Cream gravy made outta chicken fat
And a slice of ham
On a deep fried slab of beef
Topped off with some sour cream
And some bacon grease
A peach and cherry tart
Smothered in butter'n beef lard
And ready whip topping
A double fudge surprise
With a side of chili cheese fries
And a bowl of clam chowder
by WreckdoM
Can I get some cheese with that?
Cream gravy made outta chicken fat
And a slice of ham
On a deep fried slab of beef
Topped off with some sour cream
And some bacon grease
A peach and cherry tart
Smothered in butter'n beef lard
And ready whip topping
A double fudge surprise
With a side of chili cheese fries
And a bowl of clam chowder
"perhaps the most offensive and disturbing image I've ever heard in a song" - Hans Gruber
- Billy's Little Trip
- Odie
- Posts: 12090
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- Instruments: Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Drums, Skin Flute
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- Submitting as: Billy's Little Trip, Billy and the Psychotics
- Location: Cali fucking ornia
Glutton
by Billy's Little Trip
Special guest Steve Durand on Trumpet
A crooked smile for a crooked mind
Over educated slime
Political future, a man of the church
The family jewel's now the family curse
You say you represent the people
You're going to put an end to crime
You're going to feed the hungry
While you're robbing us blind
pre chorus
You don't even care about it
Don't want to know about it
How can you live without
chorus
No shame
How can you sleep at night
No shame
Look straight into my eyes
No shame
And tell me that you're right
No shame
Convince the weak untarnished souls
Your bleeding heart's not for the dough
When dirty funds are running dry
A good old fashion televised cry
You preach your fortune cookie speeches
You tell them what they want to hear
You're going to house the homeless
Injecting poison with no cure
bridge
pre chorus
chorus X2
by Billy's Little Trip
Special guest Steve Durand on Trumpet
A crooked smile for a crooked mind
Over educated slime
Political future, a man of the church
The family jewel's now the family curse
You say you represent the people
You're going to put an end to crime
You're going to feed the hungry
While you're robbing us blind
pre chorus
You don't even care about it
Don't want to know about it
How can you live without
chorus
No shame
How can you sleep at night
No shame
Look straight into my eyes
No shame
And tell me that you're right
No shame
Convince the weak untarnished souls
Your bleeding heart's not for the dough
When dirty funds are running dry
A good old fashion televised cry
You preach your fortune cookie speeches
You tell them what they want to hear
You're going to house the homeless
Injecting poison with no cure
bridge
pre chorus
chorus X2
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- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 100
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- Instruments: bass, vox, mix, guitar
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- Submitting as: Berkeley Social Scene, Zipline, Zinkline, Monte Carlo, Older Brothers
- Location: b3ez3erk3el3ey, ca
Glutton by Zipline
Glutton by Zipline
Of all the deadly sins
The one that most repells
Draws the most disgust
Draws the most disgust
Woo hoo wo ho I lika lika lika ice cream
Woo hoo wo ho I lika lika lika ice cream
When I get too much I will
When I eat too much I will
When I eat too much I will
When I eat too much I will
Get fat Gat fat Gat fat Get fat
Its my life
I'll eat what I want
Give me that second helping
I'll take desert
Excercise is just not fuckin for me
Excercise is just not fuckin for me
Excercise is just not fuckin for me
Excercise is just not fuckin for me
When I eat too much I will
If I eat too much will I
If I eat too much will I
If I eat too much will I
Get fat Gat fat Gat fat Get fat
Of all the deadly sins
The one that most repells
Draws the most disgust
Draws the most disgust
If I eat too much I will
If I eat too much I will
If I eat too much I will
If I eat too much I will
If I eat too much I will
Get fat Gat fat Gat fat Get fat
Of all the deadly sins
The one that most repells
Draws the most disgust
Draws the most disgust
Woo hoo wo ho I lika lika lika ice cream
Woo hoo wo ho I lika lika lika ice cream
When I get too much I will
When I eat too much I will
When I eat too much I will
When I eat too much I will
Get fat Gat fat Gat fat Get fat
Its my life
I'll eat what I want
Give me that second helping
I'll take desert
Excercise is just not fuckin for me
Excercise is just not fuckin for me
Excercise is just not fuckin for me
Excercise is just not fuckin for me
When I eat too much I will
If I eat too much will I
If I eat too much will I
If I eat too much will I
Get fat Gat fat Gat fat Get fat
Of all the deadly sins
The one that most repells
Draws the most disgust
Draws the most disgust
If I eat too much I will
If I eat too much I will
If I eat too much I will
If I eat too much I will
If I eat too much I will
Get fat Gat fat Gat fat Get fat
m++
The Gentlemen Thieves lyrics
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- Ice Cream Man
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- Instruments: Guitar, keyboard
- Recording Method: Garageband, laptop mic
- Submitting as: Luke Henley
- Location: Tucson, AZ
- Contact:
Glutton
by Rain Down Hell (Luke Henley and Jacob Lynn)
Your guts are spilling over.
Your appetite is spilling over.
This monkey holds a monkey's head.
This monkey holds the keys to the gate.
The sickness in the body and the sickness in the head have become one and the same.
The monkey holds a monkey's skull.
The monkey chants to Israel.
Your guts spilling out onto the hot concrete.
by Rain Down Hell (Luke Henley and Jacob Lynn)
Your guts are spilling over.
Your appetite is spilling over.
This monkey holds a monkey's head.
This monkey holds the keys to the gate.
The sickness in the body and the sickness in the head have become one and the same.
The monkey holds a monkey's skull.
The monkey chants to Israel.
Your guts spilling out onto the hot concrete.
- Ratt Poizon
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
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- Instruments: 6 string, 7 sting, sitar, and bass guitar. Drum Machine. Pint Glass.
- Recording Method: Milwaukee's Best, 1989 Tascam midistudio 688 (cassette), E-Mu Px7, and that's about it.
- Location: Mayor of TuffTown (clearfield, pa)
- Contact:
Glutton
Fill my mouth with nicotine
and fill my hands with beer
then fill my tank with gasoline
God help me steer
(drunk 5:00 a.m. solo)
So and his rotisserie
extra sauce and cut it thick
my religion is this recipe
goin down on a cheese stick
doritos and some mountain dew
star wars and vaseline
I check out girls I wanna screw
on my computer screen
Fill my mouth with nicotine
and fill my hands with beer
then fill my tank with gasoline
God help me steer
(drunk 5:00 a.m. solo)
So and his rotisserie
extra sauce and cut it thick
my religion is this recipe
goin down on a cheese stick
doritos and some mountain dew
star wars and vaseline
I check out girls I wanna screw
on my computer screen
"a guitar-induced brain hemorrhage" -The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
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- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1987
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:26 pm
- Instruments: Vocals, Bass, Guitar, Saxophone, Flute, Keyboard, Violin, Other Stuff
- Recording Method: Logic, UAD Apollo Twin, aging iMac
- Submitting as: frankie big face
- Location: Lancaster, PA
- Contact:
Glutton - Frankie Big Face
I might be a glutton
You might be a bit too thin
Each one of us silently concluding
That ours is the greater sin
And I know that I'm wasting my time
Filling up my mind with reason
And you know that the more you try to hide
The less I'll be inclined to come seeking.
You think that I'm empty
I think you're full of yourself
Our lives are spent tandem, spinning wheels
In the mud of a circle of hell
And I know that I'm wasting my time
Drinking myself blind with an aim to forget
And you know that the more I try to bend
The less you will pretend to even give a shit
I want you
To feel the way I feel
Feel the way you make me feel
I want to
Feel the way you feel
Feel the way I make you feel
Go on, take a Mulligan
We all need a second chance
This game was made for playing not for winning
And the promise of true romance
I might be a poet
You might be my Beatrice
We might find the key to our salvation
In the spark of a single kiss.
I want you
To feel the way I feel
Feel the way you make me feel
I want to
Feel the way you feel
Feel the way I make you feel
I might be a glutton
You might be a tad extreme
We'll both need some medical attention
With our hearts bursting at their seams
And I know that I'm wasting my time
Sipping sparkling wine in the summer air
And I know there are other things to do
Than spend the day with you but I just don't care.
I just don't care.
I might be a glutton
You might be a bit too thin
Each one of us silently concluding
That ours is the greater sin
And I know that I'm wasting my time
Filling up my mind with reason
And you know that the more you try to hide
The less I'll be inclined to come seeking.
You think that I'm empty
I think you're full of yourself
Our lives are spent tandem, spinning wheels
In the mud of a circle of hell
And I know that I'm wasting my time
Drinking myself blind with an aim to forget
And you know that the more I try to bend
The less you will pretend to even give a shit
I want you
To feel the way I feel
Feel the way you make me feel
I want to
Feel the way you feel
Feel the way I make you feel
Go on, take a Mulligan
We all need a second chance
This game was made for playing not for winning
And the promise of true romance
I might be a poet
You might be my Beatrice
We might find the key to our salvation
In the spark of a single kiss.
I want you
To feel the way I feel
Feel the way you make me feel
I want to
Feel the way you feel
Feel the way I make you feel
I might be a glutton
You might be a tad extreme
We'll both need some medical attention
With our hearts bursting at their seams
And I know that I'm wasting my time
Sipping sparkling wine in the summer air
And I know there are other things to do
Than spend the day with you but I just don't care.
I just don't care.
- Denyer
- Ice Cream Man
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- Submitting as: Ross Durand
- Location: Melbourne
- Contact:
mc paul
I really like to eat a pie
But sometimes when I do eat a pie I die and I cry
Because I am recently deceased
Then I go back to the pie for another piece
I do not like being dead
Although I don't have to worry about the hair that is growing on my head
And I don't have to worry about the hair on my face
Nobody will say, this dead guy is a disgrace
When I try to get a job they discriminate
And say you can't serve food if parts of you fall on the plate
And I can't sell clothes I suppose
Because nobody will come into the shop once I start to decompose
When I die I should be buried
But without a job I can't afford a place in the cemetary
So though I like eating pies the side effects are negative
Like being dead and not being able to think of a rhyme for negative
Being dead's not all it's cracked up to be
Mother fuckers always be disrespecting me
I say dead people have feelings to
They reply no they don't, they're dead, so fuck you
Before I was dead I lived in a cupboard
Now the cupboard is lived in by another
I went to the real estate place and said the cupboard was still lived in
They said no the guy died it's in the system
So now I live in a hollowed out rhinocerous
It smells so bad that the neighbours call me white phosphorus
I don't know what it means, I'm not smart
But still it remains, my home smells like a fart
I have died but I'm kind of still alive
And I know I'm still alive because I'm still eating pies
Yes, I have died but I am not a zombie
That's a negative stereotype so please don't place it upon me
I'm a person with a rare affliction
Where eating a pie will result in death by asphixiation
Sometimes it's fun, like when the pie is eaten
But now I'm dead and forgotten to the world, like Michael Keaton
I really like to eat a pie
But sometimes when I do eat a pie I die and I cry
Because I am recently deceased
Then I go back to the pie for another piece
I do not like being dead
Although I don't have to worry about the hair that is growing on my head
And I don't have to worry about the hair on my face
Nobody will say, this dead guy is a disgrace
When I try to get a job they discriminate
And say you can't serve food if parts of you fall on the plate
And I can't sell clothes I suppose
Because nobody will come into the shop once I start to decompose
When I die I should be buried
But without a job I can't afford a place in the cemetary
So though I like eating pies the side effects are negative
Like being dead and not being able to think of a rhyme for negative
Being dead's not all it's cracked up to be
Mother fuckers always be disrespecting me
I say dead people have feelings to
They reply no they don't, they're dead, so fuck you
Before I was dead I lived in a cupboard
Now the cupboard is lived in by another
I went to the real estate place and said the cupboard was still lived in
They said no the guy died it's in the system
So now I live in a hollowed out rhinocerous
It smells so bad that the neighbours call me white phosphorus
I don't know what it means, I'm not smart
But still it remains, my home smells like a fart
I have died but I'm kind of still alive
And I know I'm still alive because I'm still eating pies
Yes, I have died but I am not a zombie
That's a negative stereotype so please don't place it upon me
I'm a person with a rare affliction
Where eating a pie will result in death by asphixiation
Sometimes it's fun, like when the pie is eaten
But now I'm dead and forgotten to the world, like Michael Keaton
Niveous wrote:It's a song about your dick and there's just not enough material to satisfy.
- rone rivendale
- Odie
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- Contact:
Rone Rivendale didn't enter but this is the song he did for Glutton
Lonely nights sitting alone never thought I'd find true love
Till you came into my life and now I want to make you my wife
So far away you were for so long but soon we'll sing another song
I can't wait to see you again bring you joy again feel your lips again
I'm a glutton for you baby
I just can't get enough of you
I'm a glutton for you baby
Our last encounter was so brief it was too cruel and made us weep
Happiness we had awesome but fletting goodbye soon after greeting
You were in my arms and then you were gone soon we'll sing another song
I can't wait to feel your cheek against mine I'll make you mine for all time
I'm a glutton for you baby
I just can't get enough of you
I'm a glutton for you baby
Tick tock tick I can't stand the sound I just want you to be around
Checking the clock every hour taking a bunch of cold showers
I'm a glutton for you baby
I just can't get enough of you
I'm a glutton for you baby
Lonely nights sitting alone never thought I'd find true love
Till you came into my life and now I want to make you my wife
So far away you were for so long but soon we'll sing another song
I can't wait to see you again bring you joy again feel your lips again
I'm a glutton for you baby
I just can't get enough of you
I'm a glutton for you baby
Our last encounter was so brief it was too cruel and made us weep
Happiness we had awesome but fletting goodbye soon after greeting
You were in my arms and then you were gone soon we'll sing another song
I can't wait to feel your cheek against mine I'll make you mine for all time
I'm a glutton for you baby
I just can't get enough of you
I'm a glutton for you baby
Tick tock tick I can't stand the sound I just want you to be around
Checking the clock every hour taking a bunch of cold showers
I'm a glutton for you baby
I just can't get enough of you
I'm a glutton for you baby
From spoken word to actual singing, I can screw up any style with style.