Sister Cocaine - Cynthia Size and the @eclectic spOOns
Sister cocaine
Sister cocaine
Sitting somewhere
Selling complications
Archetypical anarchy
Arranged
Obtained
With obvious overtones
Her mantra's made of
Methadone
Lithium lies lay
All alone
She can't stand clear of
Amphetamine fear
Future failings are
Furnished here
Sister cocaine
Smiling constraint
Can't she command some
Devilish damn dignity
Silently suffering
Populace pawned on
Powdered
Purgatory
Her mantra's made of
Methadone
Lithium lies lay
All alone
She can't stand clear of
Amphetamine fear
Future failings are
Furnished here
Sister cocaine
Contaminates
Situation
Urgently uncertain
Sister cocaine
Can't complain
When wisdom walks
Away from friends
Her mantra's made of
Methadone
Lithium lies lay
All alone
She can't stand clear of
Amphetamine fear
Future failings are
Furnished here
Sister cocaine
Stop
Nur Ein II Lyrics
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Nigel (spOOn) Clements
- Mean Street
- Posts: 520
- Joined: Mon Jan 30, 2006 6:17 am
- Instruments: None... But I use Reason 3.0, an iAxe 624 and an old beaten up acoustic, and sometimes I hit things.
- Recording Method: Reason 3.0, Magix Audio Studio 11 Deluxe, Samson C01U USB Studio Condenser Microphone.
- Submitting as: Nigel Clements, Accessory Twelve, @eclectic spOOns, Cynthia Size
- Location: Spectrum HQ, Cloudbase.
- Contact:
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Tex Beaumont
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 146
- Joined: Mon Feb 06, 2006 7:05 am
- Location: BrisVegas
sister cocaine
-tex beaumont & the dirty hearts
I am the high priest of peyote
I am the pope of pethadine
I am the monk of marijuana
I am the abbot of amphetamines
I am the bishop of barbituates
I am the lama of LSD
I am the maharishi of morphine
Bow your head and worship me
I am annointing you my sweet Sister Cocaine
Come with me, we'll talk to God again
I am the hegumen of heroin
I am the vicar of vicodin
I am the rabbi of rohypnol
I can absolve you of your sins
I am annointing you my sweet Sister Cocaine
Come with me, we'll talk to God again
Na na na na na na na na na
Get thee to a nunnery
Get thee to a nunnery
-tex beaumont & the dirty hearts
I am the high priest of peyote
I am the pope of pethadine
I am the monk of marijuana
I am the abbot of amphetamines
I am the bishop of barbituates
I am the lama of LSD
I am the maharishi of morphine
Bow your head and worship me
I am annointing you my sweet Sister Cocaine
Come with me, we'll talk to God again
I am the hegumen of heroin
I am the vicar of vicodin
I am the rabbi of rohypnol
I can absolve you of your sins
I am annointing you my sweet Sister Cocaine
Come with me, we'll talk to God again
Na na na na na na na na na
Get thee to a nunnery
Get thee to a nunnery
The artist formerly known as Caravan Ray
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sausage boy
- bono
- Posts: 1074
- Joined: Mon Sep 27, 2004 8:53 pm
- Instruments: Bass, Vocals, Terrible drum machine, even worse harmonica
- Recording Method: Creative Recorder, ModPlug Tracker and Audacity
- Location: South Australia
- Contact:
Sister Cocaine - Sausage Boy
Other lose themselves to all kinds of things
Crack and dope and smack and speed and wedding rings
I don't ingest, I do impress, both men and kings
But my addiction, my affliction, is a physical thing
Red and blue since twenty two
I bought me one and now I'm through
I got the tast, to my discrace, when I was young
The colours and experiences were so fun
My parents should have warned me about what this could become
A money sink, and armour chink, a life undone
Made of plastic, quite fantastic, it can transform!
It's my cocaine, sister. Big transister. Robot porn.
It takes up space, in my place. And I am torn.
It's Orion Pax, his judgment lax, and so reborn
Red and blue since twenty two
I bought me one and now I'm through
Don't destroy dear daddy said the deed is done and now I'm dead I deeply dip into the duece and dark dollars I do deduce. Roll out, roll out, red robout route. Rolling, rolling to get out. Rancid revenge and rage returns. Burning rubber, it really burns!
Red and blue since twenty two
I bought me one and now I'm through
Other lose themselves to all kinds of things
Crack and dope and smack and speed and wedding rings
I don't ingest, I do impress, both men and kings
But my addiction, my affliction, is a physical thing
Red and blue since twenty two
I bought me one and now I'm through
I got the tast, to my discrace, when I was young
The colours and experiences were so fun
My parents should have warned me about what this could become
A money sink, and armour chink, a life undone
Made of plastic, quite fantastic, it can transform!
It's my cocaine, sister. Big transister. Robot porn.
It takes up space, in my place. And I am torn.
It's Orion Pax, his judgment lax, and so reborn
Red and blue since twenty two
I bought me one and now I'm through
Don't destroy dear daddy said the deed is done and now I'm dead I deeply dip into the duece and dark dollars I do deduce. Roll out, roll out, red robout route. Rolling, rolling to get out. Rancid revenge and rage returns. Burning rubber, it really burns!
Red and blue since twenty two
I bought me one and now I'm through
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mr_lostman
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 113
- Joined: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:01 am
- Location: College Station, TX
Sister Cocaine
by Mr. Lostman
Forgotten famous fashion trends
ziploc bags in Mercedes Benz
full of false dreams, lost loves and pain
Hardly helpful hopelessness
don't feel lonely she feeds on this
she's calling out to this whole town
Sister cocaine, is calling me
and I've got to answer can't you see
I can't sustain myself, without her
without the snow it feels like winter
Living life so lavishly
sniffing porcelain toilet seats
if someone had told younger me I'd be this way, I'd have laughed
Sweetly sour sacrament
from living room to revival tent
everybody feels the pull of sister...
cocaine
She's strong and strangely satisfying
when she's gone I feel like dying
but I feel that way all the time now-a-days
Sister cocaine, is calling me
and I've got to answer can't you see
I can't sustain myself, without her
without the snow it feels like winter
so cold...
in the arms of sister cocaine
by Mr. Lostman
Forgotten famous fashion trends
ziploc bags in Mercedes Benz
full of false dreams, lost loves and pain
Hardly helpful hopelessness
don't feel lonely she feeds on this
she's calling out to this whole town
Sister cocaine, is calling me
and I've got to answer can't you see
I can't sustain myself, without her
without the snow it feels like winter
Living life so lavishly
sniffing porcelain toilet seats
if someone had told younger me I'd be this way, I'd have laughed
Sweetly sour sacrament
from living room to revival tent
everybody feels the pull of sister...
cocaine
She's strong and strangely satisfying
when she's gone I feel like dying
but I feel that way all the time now-a-days
Sister cocaine, is calling me
and I've got to answer can't you see
I can't sustain myself, without her
without the snow it feels like winter
so cold...
in the arms of sister cocaine
"I can't hear a thing,
'cause I've stopped listening!"
-BNL
'cause I've stopped listening!"
-BNL
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jimtyrrell
- Mr. Beast
- Posts: 2263
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:43 pm
- Instruments: Guitar/bass/keys
- Recording Method: Various. Mostly Garageband these days, actually.
- Submitting as: Jim Tyrrell
- Location: New Hampshire
- Contact:
Sister Cocaine
I knew a girl named Crystal Cocaine back in school
And I remember thinking her name was pretty cool
But twenty years of jokes and jeers had left her offended
And she thought that getting married was a good way to end it
She wasn’t very choosy when she found her fiancé
And he left her for a floozy who was built like Beyonce
Another year alone and she had finally decided
Her name was all she owned and she was foolish to hide it
But with a name like Crystal Cocaine
She faced a life of humiliation and pain
No matter what she did or what she’d say
All that they’d remember was her name
She told the priest her sorrow was as deep as the ocean
He suggested that she follow a life of devotion
A better way was waiting there for Crystal to grab it
'Cause maybe all she needed was to take up a habit
So she hid away her beauty like a pearl in an oyster
And she did her sacred duty with the girls in the cloister
Soon it came time for her to do her missionary service
Even though the Reverend Mother was admittedly nervous
‘Cause with a name like Sister Cocaine
She aimed to bring the nunnery nothing but shame
She could save a hundred souls but at the end of the day
All that they would ever remember was her name
No matter what she did or what she’d say
All that they’d remember was her name
‘Cause with a name like Sister Cocaine
She aimed to bring the congregation nothing but shame
No matter what she did or what she’d say
All that they’d remember was her name
I knew a girl named Crystal Cocaine back in school
And I remember thinking her name was pretty cool
But twenty years of jokes and jeers had left her offended
And she thought that getting married was a good way to end it
She wasn’t very choosy when she found her fiancé
And he left her for a floozy who was built like Beyonce
Another year alone and she had finally decided
Her name was all she owned and she was foolish to hide it
But with a name like Crystal Cocaine
She faced a life of humiliation and pain
No matter what she did or what she’d say
All that they’d remember was her name
She told the priest her sorrow was as deep as the ocean
He suggested that she follow a life of devotion
A better way was waiting there for Crystal to grab it
'Cause maybe all she needed was to take up a habit
So she hid away her beauty like a pearl in an oyster
And she did her sacred duty with the girls in the cloister
Soon it came time for her to do her missionary service
Even though the Reverend Mother was admittedly nervous
‘Cause with a name like Sister Cocaine
She aimed to bring the nunnery nothing but shame
She could save a hundred souls but at the end of the day
All that they would ever remember was her name
No matter what she did or what she’d say
All that they’d remember was her name
‘Cause with a name like Sister Cocaine
She aimed to bring the congregation nothing but shame
No matter what she did or what she’d say
All that they’d remember was her name
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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:
Sister Cocaine - By Jolly Roger
(spoken)
While walking well past wellington
she strode silently towards the tables
she wishes she wouldn't weep
but the urge oozes out
all eyewitnesses amazed
they realize she is
(sung)
falling
falling
your falling
your falling
oh yeah sister cocaine
I wish that I knew what you were going through
but I wish you'd see all of your sin
(rapped really good)
Sister save your sister I say save her she say no
Saving seven sisters really seems like such a bore
Slap them in the face and go to sleep oh do you snore
but in the end some shall survive after all of her toil
(spoken)
Sits crying in a corner
eyes dark
desire drips down from faraway fields
none reaching her image of imagination
all eyewitnesses amazed she is
(sung)
falling
falling
your falling
your falling
oh yeah sister cocaine
I wish that I knew what you were going through
but I wish you'd see all of your sin
oh yeah sister cocaine
I wish that I knew what you were going through
but I wish you'd see all of your sin
(rapped very well)
Sister save your sister I say save her she say no
Saving seven sisters really seems like such a bore
Slap them in the face and go to sleep oh do you snore
but in the end some shall survive after all of her toil
(spoken)
While walking well past wellington
she strode silently towards the tables
she wishes she wouldn't weep
but the urge oozes out
all eyewitnesses amazed
they realize she is
(sung)
falling
falling
your falling
your falling
oh yeah sister cocaine
I wish that I knew what you were going through
but I wish you'd see all of your sin
(rapped really good)
Sister save your sister I say save her she say no
Saving seven sisters really seems like such a bore
Slap them in the face and go to sleep oh do you snore
but in the end some shall survive after all of her toil
(spoken)
Sits crying in a corner
eyes dark
desire drips down from faraway fields
none reaching her image of imagination
all eyewitnesses amazed she is
(sung)
falling
falling
your falling
your falling
oh yeah sister cocaine
I wish that I knew what you were going through
but I wish you'd see all of your sin
oh yeah sister cocaine
I wish that I knew what you were going through
but I wish you'd see all of your sin
(rapped very well)
Sister save your sister I say save her she say no
Saving seven sisters really seems like such a bore
Slap them in the face and go to sleep oh do you snore
but in the end some shall survive after all of her toil
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Lunkhead
- You're No Good
- Posts: 8184
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:14 pm
- Instruments: many
- Recording Method: cubase/mac/tascam4x4
- Submitting as: Berkeley Social Scene, Merisan, Tiny Robots
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Berkeley, CA
- Contact:
Sister Cocaine by Merisan
See her shiny shoes at the discotheque
but what a wreck
She's a beautiful mess
and it's strange
that she's dancing alone.
Just like any other Friday night
except she might
meet the man of her dreams,
the one that her
watchful waitings are for.
Chorus:
She wants to give it up
But she can't.
She's dancing faster than
She ever thought she would
She want's to give it up
but she won't.
And when the lights go down
She's the last one on the floor.
You might see him sitting at the bar
a super star
He's the one with the plan
to take any
pretty face home.
The lights, they never tell the truth
and there's no proof
in the morning
when he has to kick her out
will he ask her name?
Chorus (change "she" to "he")
Every lucky loser takes a bow
because somehow
he knows that his days of destruction
have to
come to an end.
And the dancing queen she leaves her thrown
for the unknown
and "sister cocaine"
will move on to some other
lonely heart.
Chorus.
See her shiny shoes at the discotheque
but what a wreck
She's a beautiful mess
and it's strange
that she's dancing alone.
Just like any other Friday night
except she might
meet the man of her dreams,
the one that her
watchful waitings are for.
Chorus:
She wants to give it up
But she can't.
She's dancing faster than
She ever thought she would
She want's to give it up
but she won't.
And when the lights go down
She's the last one on the floor.
You might see him sitting at the bar
a super star
He's the one with the plan
to take any
pretty face home.
The lights, they never tell the truth
and there's no proof
in the morning
when he has to kick her out
will he ask her name?
Chorus (change "she" to "he")
Every lucky loser takes a bow
because somehow
he knows that his days of destruction
have to
come to an end.
And the dancing queen she leaves her thrown
for the unknown
and "sister cocaine"
will move on to some other
lonely heart.
Chorus.
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frankie big face
- Jump
- Posts: 2007
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:26 pm
- Instruments: Vocals, Bass, Guitar, Saxophone, Flute, Keyboard, Violin, Other Stuff
- Recording Method: Logic, UAD Apollo Twin, Mac
- Submitting as: frankie big face
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Lancaster, PA
sister cocaine - frankie big face
sister cocaine
can't cry or complain
you get what you give
and you live where you've lain
but that ain't enough for you, is it?
sister cocaine
no struggle no strain
(i'll) smile as you siphon
the briar from my brain
but that ain't enough for you, is it?
no that ain't enough for you, is it?
no that ain't enough for you, sister.
oh no-o-o.
right or wrong we sing this song
we fail to fast, repeat our past
we crave we cave we grub our graves
wrong or right, we short our sight
we fall too fast, we face our facts
we read we write, we wish ourselves good night
sister cocaine
(i) refuse to refrain
you're always a winner
our sins are the same
but that ain't enough for you, is it?
no that ain't enough for you, is it?
no that ain't enough for you, sister.
oh no-o-o.
sister cocaine
can't cry or complain
you get what you give
and you live where you've lain
but that ain't enough for you, is it?
sister cocaine
no struggle no strain
(i'll) smile as you siphon
the briar from my brain
but that ain't enough for you, is it?
no that ain't enough for you, is it?
no that ain't enough for you, sister.
oh no-o-o.
right or wrong we sing this song
we fail to fast, repeat our past
we crave we cave we grub our graves
wrong or right, we short our sight
we fall too fast, we face our facts
we read we write, we wish ourselves good night
sister cocaine
(i) refuse to refrain
you're always a winner
our sins are the same
but that ain't enough for you, is it?
no that ain't enough for you, is it?
no that ain't enough for you, sister.
oh no-o-o.
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Kill Me Sarah
- Panama
- Posts: 888
- Joined: Fri Jan 20, 2006 11:51 am
- Instruments: Guitar, GarageBand
- Recording Method: GarageBand, TonePort UXII, Reaper, MXL 990 & 991 Mics
- Submitting as: Kill Me Sarah, Bonfire of the Manatees, Hurrikitten
- Location: Tacoma, WA
Ice 9 - Sister Cocaine
She was born a poor farmer's daughter
In the outskirts of Bogota
But some of papa's crops found him
On the wrong side of the law
The police seized papa's property
An American stole his wife
The drugs hijacked his mind
The cartel took his life
That Nun's got Guns
gleaming gold ones
But no one knows her name
cops and cartel they all call her Cocaine
Sister Cocaine
She's sweating her barreta
she's shaking in her habit
Poised to pounce the Don
on the signal from the abbot
Now she's crouching in a corner
And Striking Without warning
a mercenary missionary
dealing deadly with the dealers
That Nun's got Guns
gleaming gold ones
And now she's at the gate
Sister Cocaine with
a grin, two glocks and a grenade
She was born a poor farmer's daughter
In the outskirts of Bogota
But some of papa's crops found him
On the wrong side of the law
The police seized papa's property
An American stole his wife
The drugs hijacked his mind
The cartel took his life
That Nun's got Guns
gleaming gold ones
But no one knows her name
cops and cartel they all call her Cocaine
Sister Cocaine
She's sweating her barreta
she's shaking in her habit
Poised to pounce the Don
on the signal from the abbot
Now she's crouching in a corner
And Striking Without warning
a mercenary missionary
dealing deadly with the dealers
That Nun's got Guns
gleaming gold ones
And now she's at the gate
Sister Cocaine with
a grin, two glocks and a grenade
"[...] so plodding it actually hurts a little bit" - Smalltown Mike
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Steve Durand
- Panama
- Posts: 779
- Joined: Fri Apr 01, 2005 1:26 pm
- Instruments: trumpet, trombone, sax, clarinet, flute, keyboards, banjo, guitar, bass, ukulele
- Recording Method: SONAR 6, Dell Inspiron E1705, Edirol UA-25, Studio Projects B-1 Mic
- Submitting as: Steve Durand, Elastic Waste Band
- Location: Anaheim, CA
Sister Cocaine
By Steve Durand
Each and every evening I engage in my escapist enterprises
And while it's what I want I wish I would work up the will to wonder why
This infernal institution invites introspection into imperfection
A meager mercy mission meant to medicate my mind
Sister cocaine take my pain away
Don't rain on my parade
The blade awaits to separate the grains
Cousin morphine
you're absorbed into my veins
Fearsome feral phantoms floating freely fall and feed on my frustration
Damned detoxification drives the demons down to dine on my despair
This recent rare remission runs the risk to replay radical regression
And amplifies the angst of which I'm anxiously aware
Sister cocaine take my pain away
Don't rain on my parade
The blade awaits to separate the grains
Cousin morphine
you're absorbed into my veins
By Steve Durand
Each and every evening I engage in my escapist enterprises
And while it's what I want I wish I would work up the will to wonder why
This infernal institution invites introspection into imperfection
A meager mercy mission meant to medicate my mind
Sister cocaine take my pain away
Don't rain on my parade
The blade awaits to separate the grains
Cousin morphine
you're absorbed into my veins
Fearsome feral phantoms floating freely fall and feed on my frustration
Damned detoxification drives the demons down to dine on my despair
This recent rare remission runs the risk to replay radical regression
And amplifies the angst of which I'm anxiously aware
Sister cocaine take my pain away
Don't rain on my parade
The blade awaits to separate the grains
Cousin morphine
you're absorbed into my veins
"Writing about music is like dancing about architecture" -Unknown
"Seems to me this is the point of Songfight" - Max The Cat
"Seems to me this is the point of Songfight" - Max The Cat
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bck15
- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
- Posts: 29
- Joined: Tue May 01, 2007 8:59 am
- Location: Costa Rica
- Contact:
Sister Cocain - Bryan Kandel
My brother despair, my sister cocaine
I’m back in the middle and losing again
I’ve been nothing but trouble, nothing but pain
Im a long way from you
All this entertainment is never enough
Find me, feel me , feed me, free me up
My nerves are bleeding; my eyes are numb
I’m seldom sane and sober some
I’m prone to leaving and known to run
I’m along way from home
all these conversations are wearing me thin
tell me, touch me, take me, turn me in
I don’t expect you to waste your time
my confessions may blow your mind
an amber addiction, a better disease
another defense, no one believes
a falling failure, far from clean
I’ve a long way to go
All this fascination’s closing me in
Hear me, head me, help me, hold me still
I don’t expect you to satisfy
My indifference will blow your mind
Am I innocent or am I wrong
Am I a foreigner or just all alone
Have I been misled or have I been stoned
I’m a long way from you
My brother despair, my sister cocaine
I’m back in the middle and losing again
I’ve been nothing but trouble, nothing but pain
Im a long way from you
All this entertainment is never enough
Find me, feel me , feed me, free me up
My nerves are bleeding; my eyes are numb
I’m seldom sane and sober some
I’m prone to leaving and known to run
I’m along way from home
all these conversations are wearing me thin
tell me, touch me, take me, turn me in
I don’t expect you to waste your time
my confessions may blow your mind
an amber addiction, a better disease
another defense, no one believes
a falling failure, far from clean
I’ve a long way to go
All this fascination’s closing me in
Hear me, head me, help me, hold me still
I don’t expect you to satisfy
My indifference will blow your mind
Am I innocent or am I wrong
Am I a foreigner or just all alone
Have I been misled or have I been stoned
I’m a long way from you
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Plat
- Push Comes to Shove
- Posts: 441
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 5:54 pm
- Instruments: teeth and other bones
- Recording Method: cubase, native instruments, waves, izotope, ears
- Submitting as: The Cow Exchange, Eat It 'n' Mattress
- Location: Green Bay, WI
- Contact:
Sister Cocaine
by The Bovine Recyclery
She drinks juice from the jug, then drops her germs back on the shelf.
She roams my room for diaries and secrets that I'd sooner keep to myself.
I failed to leave my fears all locked up.
Now my family believes I'm chalked up.
But that's not me, I'm just O.D.'d on sibling!
Sister Cocaine makes me so drained!
I'm paranoid and I can't sleep
She's so nosey
Sister Cocaine makes me so drained!
Just because I watch my back, well that doesn't mean that I'm on...
She snaffles the phone when I am prone to place a call.
She pilfers a single Pokemon card from my deck then asks me if I caught them all.
Now how will I amount to something when my parents think I'm one-and-one'ing?
Naww that's not me, I'm just O.D.'d on sibling!
Sister Cocaine makes me so drained!
I'm paranoid and I can't sleep
She's so nosey
Sister Cocaine makes me so drained!
Just because I watch my back, well that doesn't mean that I'm on...
..track to lose this flake
It's really hard when you're related.
This foo-foo girl is foo-foo-fooling everyone.
by The Bovine Recyclery
She drinks juice from the jug, then drops her germs back on the shelf.
She roams my room for diaries and secrets that I'd sooner keep to myself.
I failed to leave my fears all locked up.
Now my family believes I'm chalked up.
But that's not me, I'm just O.D.'d on sibling!
Sister Cocaine makes me so drained!
I'm paranoid and I can't sleep
She's so nosey
Sister Cocaine makes me so drained!
Just because I watch my back, well that doesn't mean that I'm on...
She snaffles the phone when I am prone to place a call.
She pilfers a single Pokemon card from my deck then asks me if I caught them all.
Now how will I amount to something when my parents think I'm one-and-one'ing?
Naww that's not me, I'm just O.D.'d on sibling!
Sister Cocaine makes me so drained!
I'm paranoid and I can't sleep
She's so nosey
Sister Cocaine makes me so drained!
Just because I watch my back, well that doesn't mean that I'm on...
..track to lose this flake
It's really hard when you're related.
This foo-foo girl is foo-foo-fooling everyone.
Last edited by Plat on Fri May 11, 2007 8:19 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Ross
- Jump
- Posts: 2745
- Joined: Sun Feb 27, 2005 3:27 pm
- Instruments: Guitar, Vox, Bass, Tuned glasses, etc...
- Recording Method: Logic on a Macbook.
- Submitting as: Ross Durand
- Location: Orange CA
- Contact:
at long last, lyrics
Sister Cocaine
by Ross Durand
Daddy, damn, yer down in the dumps
You’ve been dyin’ since that deal went down
Draggin’ through the daytime desolated, defunct
Don’t be desperate, don’t dive-in, don’t drown
Because there’s someone sorta special certain to make you sane
I’ll introduce you to sister cocaine
Sister cocaine
She’ll sooth and satisfy your sorrow and pain
Imbibe her from a bottle or blow her up your brain
She’ll save your soul, sister cocaine
Mother Mary’s mostly mopin’ around
From minute to minute might be moribund bound
Maybe misty at the movies or morose around town
Mother Mary might need medicine to bring her around
But you need to know I know a nifty new remedy
That seems just like a sister to me
Chorus
Brother, boy your burnout is bad
And that bud you buy’s been bringin’ you down
Been buggin’ out, been bummed out, been all bent-out, been had
Been thinking ‘bout bouncin’ to a better town
First my stimulatin’ sister’s someone you ought to see
You’ll feel fantastic and the first times free!
Chorus
Imbibe her from a bottle or blow her up your brain
You’ve sold your soul to sister cocaine
by Ross Durand
Daddy, damn, yer down in the dumps
You’ve been dyin’ since that deal went down
Draggin’ through the daytime desolated, defunct
Don’t be desperate, don’t dive-in, don’t drown
Because there’s someone sorta special certain to make you sane
I’ll introduce you to sister cocaine
Sister cocaine
She’ll sooth and satisfy your sorrow and pain
Imbibe her from a bottle or blow her up your brain
She’ll save your soul, sister cocaine
Mother Mary’s mostly mopin’ around
From minute to minute might be moribund bound
Maybe misty at the movies or morose around town
Mother Mary might need medicine to bring her around
But you need to know I know a nifty new remedy
That seems just like a sister to me
Chorus
Brother, boy your burnout is bad
And that bud you buy’s been bringin’ you down
Been buggin’ out, been bummed out, been all bent-out, been had
Been thinking ‘bout bouncin’ to a better town
First my stimulatin’ sister’s someone you ought to see
You’ll feel fantastic and the first times free!
Chorus
Imbibe her from a bottle or blow her up your brain
You’ve sold your soul to sister cocaine
Last edited by Ross on Wed May 09, 2007 10:58 pm, edited 1 time in total.
"I don't like this song, but at least it's good." - veGetar Ianra Ge
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Geoff WreckdoM
- Mean Street
- Posts: 540
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:13 pm
- Instruments: Theremin
- Recording Method: Pabst Blue Ribbon
- Location: Awestin, TX
- Contact:
Sister Cocaine
by WreckdoM
My Sister Speed
My Sweet Soul Sucking Siren
Supercharged Sensation
Stealing My Salvation
My Substance Slaughtered by Sickness
No, no, no, no, not again
No, no, no, no, not again
No, no, no, no, not again
Oh No….
My Mother Meth
Mental Masturbator
Manic Mind Mutator
My Madness Materializes
Melts my Memory
Where am I and where am I going?
Who am I and where have I been?
What am I and what am I doing?
What’s going on? Where is my hand?
My Father Heroine
His Haunted Highness
Hypnotic Happiness Hides
My Hemorrhaging Horror
A Holistic Heart attack
No, no, no, no, not again
No, no, no, no, not again
No, no, no, no, not again
Oh No….
My Sister Cocaine
Charismatic Carcinogen
Carnal chokehold Control
Cock coaxing Carousel
Coerces me ceaselessly
Where am I and where am I going?
Who am I and where have I been?
What am I and what am I doing?
What’s going on? Where is my hand?
Where am I and where am I going?
by WreckdoM
My Sister Speed
My Sweet Soul Sucking Siren
Supercharged Sensation
Stealing My Salvation
My Substance Slaughtered by Sickness
No, no, no, no, not again
No, no, no, no, not again
No, no, no, no, not again
Oh No….
My Mother Meth
Mental Masturbator
Manic Mind Mutator
My Madness Materializes
Melts my Memory
Where am I and where am I going?
Who am I and where have I been?
What am I and what am I doing?
What’s going on? Where is my hand?
My Father Heroine
His Haunted Highness
Hypnotic Happiness Hides
My Hemorrhaging Horror
A Holistic Heart attack
No, no, no, no, not again
No, no, no, no, not again
No, no, no, no, not again
Oh No….
My Sister Cocaine
Charismatic Carcinogen
Carnal chokehold Control
Cock coaxing Carousel
Coerces me ceaselessly
Where am I and where am I going?
Who am I and where have I been?
What am I and what am I doing?
What’s going on? Where is my hand?
Where am I and where am I going?
"perhaps the most offensive and disturbing image I've ever heard in a song" - Hans Gruber
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Calfborg
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 176
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:19 pm
- Location: Joplin, MO
- Contact:
Sister Cocaine
Calfborg
Bug bugs biting biting
Bereft brother heroin
Insufflate incarnate
Man in the moon meets his mate
Crayon colored in the back of the cupboard
Is a glowing gate into which I shove her
Dragged through the bowels and up to the spire
We transformed into an owl on fire
Sister cocaine
You got me stuck inside a
Cavernous cave
Can you keep me company
White playground
White compound
Storms next to your converted void
Surfaced enigma particles
Cocaine interferes with owl
Wizardry hacked into the vein
Something to do
Take me away
Drowned in a lake
Freebase blown brain
Calfborg
Bug bugs biting biting
Bereft brother heroin
Insufflate incarnate
Man in the moon meets his mate
Crayon colored in the back of the cupboard
Is a glowing gate into which I shove her
Dragged through the bowels and up to the spire
We transformed into an owl on fire
Sister cocaine
You got me stuck inside a
Cavernous cave
Can you keep me company
White playground
White compound
Storms next to your converted void
Surfaced enigma particles
Cocaine interferes with owl
Wizardry hacked into the vein
Something to do
Take me away
Drowned in a lake
Freebase blown brain
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Thanks For The Frisbee
- Push Comes to Shove
- Posts: 266
- Joined: Wed Mar 01, 2006 6:22 pm
- Instruments: mine
- Recording Method: wishful thinking
- Submitting as: Thanks for the Frisbee
- Location: Washington
Sister cocaine lyrics: thank Glenny 4 the frisbee
Something sullied angels aspirations after all she said
Big brother black jack sweet sister cocaine
Both broke the tables this time
So sorry she cant cope her healing hope hides
Regretting forgetting how he held her hand
Big brother sweet sister
Cant replace the taste
Big brother sweet sister
Now numbing the pain
Big brother broken
Begging for forgiveness
After all he had
Amassed a fortune for his hungry habit
Why wont it pass
So sorry he cant cope his healing hope hides
Regretting forgetting how she held his hand
Big brother sweet sister
Cant replace the taste
Big brother sweet sister
Now numbing the pain
Something sullied angels aspirations after all she said
Big brother black jack sweet sister cocaine
Both broke the tables this time
So sorry she cant cope her healing hope hides
Regretting forgetting how he held her hand
Big brother sweet sister
Cant replace the taste
Big brother sweet sister
Now numbing the pain
Big brother broken
Begging for forgiveness
After all he had
Amassed a fortune for his hungry habit
Why wont it pass
So sorry he cant cope his healing hope hides
Regretting forgetting how she held his hand
Big brother sweet sister
Cant replace the taste
Big brother sweet sister
Now numbing the pain
Thanks for the frisbee is on Spotify, iTunes, Apple Music ect.
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bwell
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 143
- Joined: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:48 pm
- Instruments: guitar, piano, bass, mandolin
- Submitting as: The BeWells
- Location: Lakewood, CA
Sister Cocaine by The BeWells
Life had left me low on luck, lost and alone
Another motherless child with no place to call home
That old brick alley in the back of a buick bundled up and blue
Stumbled on salvation, she was my only truth
Through the stained windows and darkened doors
There drifted strains of some strange old chorus
Flickering faces frozen faintly framed by a fading fire
Found brother Jones and I joined that bowery choir
That moment was meant for me must have been divinely fated
As she slowly lilted in light softly illuminated
Slinking from the shadows sashaying sweetly side to side
Swathed in a sensuous sultry smile she had no shame to hide
She hooked me hard and held on tight
Hit me high it was hopeless to fight
Finally home and free from the pain
Think I'll stay awhile with sister cocaine
My sister cocaine
I come to her and she prays for me
White as snow we are washed clean
An apostate prostrate at the alter again
Crying out for comfort and care
Sister cocaine, my sister cocaine
Sister cocaine, my sister cocaine
Life had left me low on luck, lost and alone
Another motherless child with no place to call home
That old brick alley in the back of a buick bundled up and blue
Stumbled on salvation, she was my only truth
Through the stained windows and darkened doors
There drifted strains of some strange old chorus
Flickering faces frozen faintly framed by a fading fire
Found brother Jones and I joined that bowery choir
That moment was meant for me must have been divinely fated
As she slowly lilted in light softly illuminated
Slinking from the shadows sashaying sweetly side to side
Swathed in a sensuous sultry smile she had no shame to hide
She hooked me hard and held on tight
Hit me high it was hopeless to fight
Finally home and free from the pain
Think I'll stay awhile with sister cocaine
My sister cocaine
I come to her and she prays for me
White as snow we are washed clean
An apostate prostrate at the alter again
Crying out for comfort and care
Sister cocaine, my sister cocaine
Sister cocaine, my sister cocaine
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Paco Del Stinko
- Hot for Teacher
- Posts: 3542
- Joined: Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:20 am
- Instruments: Basic rock, at a basic level.
- Recording Method: Roland 2480
- Submitting as: Paco del Stinko
- Location: Massachusetts. God save the Commonwealth!
Sister Cocaine
Paco Del Stinko
Rockin' the red light at the rectory
she rightfully robbed me of the rest of me
When I gave her my soul
I kneeled and got nailed knowing nothing no more now of nuns - naturally
I felt raped and so old
Sister cocaine got a nasty habit - but you should see her dance
She praises the prayers of the pious
while playfully pulling apart the papyrus
Caught in a storm short a dollar
It ought to be awful as I always thought it unlawful
to offer it all
But that's the norm for the collar
Backing you 'til yer black n' blue
by breaking the beast that's been bruising you
You gotta save your face
Sniffing sniveler snottily snorting in snow
snickering snidely the snap-dragon snake
I thought you'd hate your faith
Bless me sister, for I have sinned
Save me - save me
Paco Del Stinko
Rockin' the red light at the rectory
she rightfully robbed me of the rest of me
When I gave her my soul
I kneeled and got nailed knowing nothing no more now of nuns - naturally
I felt raped and so old
Sister cocaine got a nasty habit - but you should see her dance
She praises the prayers of the pious
while playfully pulling apart the papyrus
Caught in a storm short a dollar
It ought to be awful as I always thought it unlawful
to offer it all
But that's the norm for the collar
Backing you 'til yer black n' blue
by breaking the beast that's been bruising you
You gotta save your face
Sniffing sniveler snottily snorting in snow
snickering snidely the snap-dragon snake
I thought you'd hate your faith
Bless me sister, for I have sinned
Save me - save me
Bringin' the stink since 2006.
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Phil. Redmon.
- Mean Street
- Posts: 519
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 3:28 pm
- Instruments: guitars
- Recording Method: Reaper
- Submitting as: Abominominous, The Hell Yeahs, Spy Vs. Pie
- Location: W. Sac, Cal.
- Contact:
Sister Cocaine
by Abominominous
darling divine, a delight in my mind,
just a taste is so easy to take
perfect and pure but never demure
and I love how you keep me awake
bounce on the blade and go straight to my brain
make me powerful cool and alive
carve up my cash for that confident gasp
that'll make me a day out of night
you're all that I need, and I need you
Sister Cocaine
Dyin' to see and to breathe you
Sister cocaine
I might mess around with the mescaline crowd
and some reds keep me runnin' all day
but when I need a fix it's your kiss that I miss
and you jerk any work into play
happy and high and you're handy to hide
with my tiny collectable spoons
a bottle of blow and i'm ready to go
with a guranteed greatest of moods
you're all that I need, and I need you
Sister Cocaine
Dyin' to see and to breathe you
Sister cocaine
ever so sweet but your love don't come cheap
but you know that i'll always afford
i'll proudly pay my pennies a day
'casue you're all that my money is for
you're so outta sight, can I see you tonight
introduce you to all of my bros
in my nasal canal you're my very best pal
you're a secret that everyone knows
you're all that I need, and I need you
Sister Cocaine
by Abominominous
darling divine, a delight in my mind,
just a taste is so easy to take
perfect and pure but never demure
and I love how you keep me awake
bounce on the blade and go straight to my brain
make me powerful cool and alive
carve up my cash for that confident gasp
that'll make me a day out of night
you're all that I need, and I need you
Sister Cocaine
Dyin' to see and to breathe you
Sister cocaine
I might mess around with the mescaline crowd
and some reds keep me runnin' all day
but when I need a fix it's your kiss that I miss
and you jerk any work into play
happy and high and you're handy to hide
with my tiny collectable spoons
a bottle of blow and i'm ready to go
with a guranteed greatest of moods
you're all that I need, and I need you
Sister Cocaine
Dyin' to see and to breathe you
Sister cocaine
ever so sweet but your love don't come cheap
but you know that i'll always afford
i'll proudly pay my pennies a day
'casue you're all that my money is for
you're so outta sight, can I see you tonight
introduce you to all of my bros
in my nasal canal you're my very best pal
you're a secret that everyone knows
you're all that I need, and I need you
Sister Cocaine
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Adam!
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1426
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 11:10 am
- Instruments: Drum 'n' Bass (but not THAT Drum 'n' Bass)
- Recording Method: Reaper + Stock Plugins
- Submitting as: Max Bombast
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Victoria, BC, AwesomeLand
- Contact:
Sister Cocaine
by Puce
She's my one and only love
And I can't get enough
A bad habit in a Habit of her own
She feeds me my addiction
Of her old King James Edition
But I know that kind of sin could get me stoned
Her steeple is the needle
For The Opiate of the People
But I don't take the Lord's name in the vein
She's my Coke-a-Cola Christian
She's my Dynamite Dristan
She's so satisfying Sister Cocaine
So satisfy me Sister Cocaine
She's a Nun of The Above
And she keeps me in the stuff
A back-abbey dealer / keeper of the faith
And if it weren't for all her vows
why, I'd take her ass right now
Atop the Catholic Mass collection plate
Her steeple is the needle
For The Opiate of the People
But I don't take the Lord's name in the vein
She's my Coke-a-Cola Christian
She's my Dynamite Dristan
She's so satisfying Sister Cocaine
So satisfy me Sister Cocaine
by Puce
She's my one and only love
And I can't get enough
A bad habit in a Habit of her own
She feeds me my addiction
Of her old King James Edition
But I know that kind of sin could get me stoned
Her steeple is the needle
For The Opiate of the People
But I don't take the Lord's name in the vein
She's my Coke-a-Cola Christian
She's my Dynamite Dristan
She's so satisfying Sister Cocaine
So satisfy me Sister Cocaine
She's a Nun of The Above
And she keeps me in the stuff
A back-abbey dealer / keeper of the faith
And if it weren't for all her vows
why, I'd take her ass right now
Atop the Catholic Mass collection plate
Her steeple is the needle
For The Opiate of the People
But I don't take the Lord's name in the vein
She's my Coke-a-Cola Christian
She's my Dynamite Dristan
She's so satisfying Sister Cocaine
So satisfy me Sister Cocaine
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Billy's Little Trip
- Odie
- Posts: 12090
- Joined: Mon Nov 13, 2006 2:56 pm
- Instruments: Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Drums, Skin Flute
- Recording Method: analog to digital via Presonus FireBox, Cubase and a porn machine
- Submitting as: Billy's Little Trip, Billy and the Psychotics
- Location: Cali fucking ornia
Sister Cocaine
by Billy's Little Trip
-intro-
This is a story about spreading the word,
from the pew to the pole
-verse-
Left the Mission
Guitar strapped to her back
Loaded up her vee dub bug
Heading out to the Love Shack
Broke down in Needles
Couldn't pay for the fix
Blew the monkey to make it right
Back on route 66
-chorus-
She's a fly'n Sister
Blink your eyes, you'll miss her
Her dirty habit lifts her
coke and wine
coke and wine
coke and wine
-verse-
Made it to Hollywood by dark
Had to sleep in her car
The next day she asked for directions
To the local tittie bar
She walked inside
She asked for a job
The guy asked, are those real?
She said, they're a gift from God
-chorus-
She's a fly'n Sister
Blink your eyes, you'll miss her
Her dirty habit lifts her
coke and wine
coke and wine
coke and wine
-bridge-
Do you want it?
-verse-
pirouetting around the pole so proud
For the crazy cracked out Christian crowd
As they all behold her Biblical bust
They throw denominations that read,
in God we trust
-chorus x2-
She's a fly'n Sister
Blink your eyes, you'll miss her
Her dirty habit lifts her
coke and wine
coke and wine
coke and wine
So divine
by Billy's Little Trip
-intro-
This is a story about spreading the word,
from the pew to the pole
-verse-
Left the Mission
Guitar strapped to her back
Loaded up her vee dub bug
Heading out to the Love Shack
Broke down in Needles
Couldn't pay for the fix
Blew the monkey to make it right
Back on route 66
-chorus-
She's a fly'n Sister
Blink your eyes, you'll miss her
Her dirty habit lifts her
coke and wine
coke and wine
coke and wine
-verse-
Made it to Hollywood by dark
Had to sleep in her car
The next day she asked for directions
To the local tittie bar
She walked inside
She asked for a job
The guy asked, are those real?
She said, they're a gift from God
-chorus-
She's a fly'n Sister
Blink your eyes, you'll miss her
Her dirty habit lifts her
coke and wine
coke and wine
coke and wine
-bridge-
Do you want it?
-verse-
pirouetting around the pole so proud
For the crazy cracked out Christian crowd
As they all behold her Biblical bust
They throw denominations that read,
in God we trust
-chorus x2-
She's a fly'n Sister
Blink your eyes, you'll miss her
Her dirty habit lifts her
coke and wine
coke and wine
coke and wine
So divine
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Rabid Garfunkel
- Jump
- Posts: 2468
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:43 pm
- Instruments: Absurdity
- Recording Method: iPhone, GarageBand & rando apps/toys
- Submitting as: OZYMANDIPUS, Rabid Garfunkel, Primitive Screwheads
- Pronouns: that guy
- Location: Portland, Oregon
- Contact:
Sister Cocaine
by Rabid Garfunkel
Unwanted girls all in a row
The nuns tell them where they can go
Not with love or care or grace
But with a slap across the face
Beatings bruises bitch abuses
This bride of god has many ruses
Dominating daughters all
Sadistic woman heard the call
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Sister Cocaine is back
Wakey wakey little baby dears
Wipe your eyes and wash your tears
Then to the chapel for your prayers
And false confessions under Sister's stares
Christmas time down in the cellar
Not red and green but purple yellow
Butcher knifing kris kringle
She's a kiddie killing catholic single
Orphanage for girls relying
Christian charity denying
Cower in the closet crying
While the Sister's high and flying
Penguin pussy priestess prying
If she's from god then I ain't buying
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Sister Cocaine is back
Sister Cocaine is back
Sister Cocaine is back
by Rabid Garfunkel
Unwanted girls all in a row
The nuns tell them where they can go
Not with love or care or grace
But with a slap across the face
Beatings bruises bitch abuses
This bride of god has many ruses
Dominating daughters all
Sadistic woman heard the call
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Sister Cocaine is back
Wakey wakey little baby dears
Wipe your eyes and wash your tears
Then to the chapel for your prayers
And false confessions under Sister's stares
Christmas time down in the cellar
Not red and green but purple yellow
Butcher knifing kris kringle
She's a kiddie killing catholic single
Orphanage for girls relying
Christian charity denying
Cower in the closet crying
While the Sister's high and flying
Penguin pussy priestess prying
If she's from god then I ain't buying
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Run and hide
Sister Cocaine is back
Sister Cocaine is back
Sister Cocaine is back