Ye Olde Lyric Marte

Post lyrics to your song fight entries. If you have lyrics in search of music, post those here in the Lyric Marte thread.

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Postby j$ » Fri Feb 10, 2006 8:58 am

Got a lyric that you're not gonna use for one of the fights? Why not post it here for those people who have music but not the words? That's what this thread is for, oh yes.
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Postby emilyrose » Fri Feb 10, 2006 8:29 pm

E Equals

I...............
Take this fruit from the vine
And give it to you, my lover
Just don't
Please don't
I'm telling you
Don't
Spit it out this time

Well, I'm sorry dear
That the lemon puckered your lips
Oh
And I deeply regret
The peach juice that lingers
On your fingertips
What a drip
Oh
What a drip

But you've got to understand
That there's nothing in the land
That will satisfy you
And your most exquisite taste

I.........
Understand in my mind
That this problem is all mine
For when I find a fruit
That doesn't stain your blouse
Or leaves seeds caught in your mouth
Or is much too big too fit
Or is gone in just one bite
Or spoils overnight
Or is always just too ripe
Or stings the cuts on your fingers
All while tasting oh, so bitter

I know you won't be pleased
I know you won't be pleased
'Cause when you ask for fruit
That is pungent, ripe, and sweet
Won't get stuck in the car seat
Yet is dainty and petite
It won't attract flies
And won't tell you no lies

What you want is
(I...............
Take this fruit from the vine)
What you need is
A different version of me

Just don't
Please don't
Baby don't
Spit it out this time

What a drip
Oh
What a drip

What a drip
Oh
What a drip
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Postby emilyrose » Fri Feb 10, 2006 8:30 pm

E Equals

I cannot see another day with you
For though you may be satisfied
Tomorrow, a day
Or later away
It really don't matter
'Cause you don't hear what I want

Lover dearest, I ask you questions
Which you answer, hesitantly
Completely ignoring what relates to
You and me

I called you last night
You didn't want to talk
And I didn't want to keep fighting
Clearly reminds of me of that April morning, reaching back
Not so long ago

Do you remember
When I took your hand,
And said I'd do anything
All across this amazing land
Oh yes I did

But you exploited my kindness
I called you Your Highness
You sent me away
To the peach groves
Where I shall stay

Looking for nothing
But a fruit, a beautiful
Specimen, but despite its
Perfection is nothing to sneeze at
For it will be gone
In a day or two

My quest still continues
But I intimate to you
All that I want is to
Stay here, and challenge this dreadful fate
With you

For I know if I don't leave
Soon it will be too late

And if we waste away
Faster than the peach spoils
On the vine

And what about all
The plans that we had

And what will you do
When your cherished fruit
Is all gone
What then?

I cannot see another day with you
For though you may be satisfied
Tomorrow, a day
Or later away
It really don't matter
'Cause you don't hear what I want
To
Hear what I want to
You don't hear what I want to
Say

You get a lot
You take it all
But that's not my concern
Why won't I learn?

The fruit from the vine,
It ain't yours, and it ain't mine
It belongs to the trees that made it
And yes I know you must really hate it

When my desgination of queen
Does not seem to be in line with what I mean

But trust me honey, the title still stands
I just cannot bear with you
And all your demands
For a fleeting, cheap object
That will not fulfill you
For more than a day

And that's all I want to
That's all I want
Ooh - but you still see a peach

But beyond that it's me
And I'm begging you please
That you'll see what I mean

I hope that you will understand
That it's either this ripe, juicy, beautiful peach
In my hands
You can have all you want

But if you do baby
Don't take the man
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Postby emilyrose » Wed Feb 15, 2006 4:08 pm

E Equals

I don't think you can afford to lose
Yet I don't know why you'd try again
It would ruin you forever
Yeah, everybody hates you already
It's not even what can do the least damage
Or even save the most face
It's just to save a modicum of mediocrity
And none of the grace

The elements of style
Are fleeting you
Is there anything else you can do
Thinking all night, knowing that you will
Never get it right
Now it's time to repent
Can't say you're never going back again
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Postby emilyrose » Wed Feb 15, 2006 4:27 pm

Dammit, I started writing these lyrics, and realized that this fight was over already. Well, maybe they will work for a future fight. I don't want to get rid of them.

Bitter baby
It's so crazy
Won't you stop and listen

When I look at the heavens above
I don't see white clouds drifting on a peace
Backdrop, birds flying all around nonstop
There something in the air but I don't know what it is
Air pollution, no karmic retribution, no effortless solution
No I said, "Oh, this really ain't fair."
I got like, 40, 50 acres, of oranges everywhere

So, then I'm like, "Shoot"
And now it's raining to boot
And on top of that I got
A quota to fill, supermarket's getting ill
Demand is raging, they tell me,
But the supply is depleted of its vitality
"Well, have you checked the salinity..."
I'm like "Fuck that,"
"Have you checked your facts?"
I know what I'm talking about
So please just let me go
And tend to my fields, and shoot up my yields,
I was learning to irrigate when you were playing with Mrs. Fields'
Cooking machine, that thing
Is so unorthodox,
But me, I keep it fresh, producing nothing but the best
Too bad I'm still out of oranges

(50's style announcer voice)
Now this is a test
Now this is a test

(Spoken:)
Yo, some motherfucker put Clorox in the water tanks, man
Dammit, what is a poor farmer boy to do?

Just have to clean them out, somehow
Poor that shit, all over their lawn
See how they like it
When they wake up with white grass
Damn!
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Postby emilyrose » Fri Feb 17, 2006 8:16 am

Fashionable fashionista,
Why do you look like my sista?
She ain't drenched in class and style
And she's so uncouth not even
Nicole Smith would smile
But I'm believing that
This must be a trick that
You're playing on me
Some way to get a wake up call on hypocrisy,
Which is why you keep your heart in a box
Under lock and key
A very special lady, but very hard to please
You say that's because you don't put out for me
Like the other chicks I've lived with,
So if that's it I'll remove myself forthwith (oh!)
But seriously, girls, you've been telling us guys,
That you like the bad boys, the devils in disguise
That take you to places, that make your heart jump
Act distant and selfish, right away, thump-thump-thump
No, not what you say, it's more like an attitude
That I get from all you women, and quite frankly,
I think it's rude, to be messing with a guy's feelings,
Like that, especially when he's never seen such a broad
So graceful as you, and just because he's mesmerized
By you, the everflowing light and energy that radiates from you,
You feel a need to make him wait,
Even though he don't hate forming relationships
Or committing to life-long dreams of hope and passion
Before he's even slept with you, one time
Based on something purer than a sexual desire
So what if without you, there'd be a hole, a burning fire,
That would never dissipate, its power never receding
But you gauge your success by how much the heart is bleeding
So now, I'll have to go, since you don't want me around,
And even though you don't love me, you're the best thing that I've found
Was gonna cherish you and love you for a long, long while
I guess that's 'cause I thought you had
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Postby Wages » Sat Feb 18, 2006 6:31 pm

I Like to Pretend

(speaking in a creepy way)
i like to pretend when it comes to you,
I could be a cannibal just for you,
mmmm, I think I'd eat a little toe to start,
then perhaps I'll have a slice of heart

I like to pretend the twitching you do,
is your way of saying, "I Love You",
i better just grind up your limbs,
perhaps this fall in a stew I'll eat them

I like to pretend I have a three legged dog,
I can throw that dog your bones, ahhhhh,
but I had to make a spot outta spot,
the taste of you made his eyes blood shot

I like to pretend I will be two steps ahead,
when the detectives find your head,
they'll wonder if I ate your brains,
in any event, they'll think me insane

I like to pretend,
when I pretend,
that what I pretended
I didn't really do
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Postby Wages » Sat Feb 18, 2006 6:32 pm

S____ Rock

VERSE 1
southern, stoner
salsa, surfer
pych-ah-delic
Funk-ah-delic.........RAWK!

British invasion,
jazz infusion
punk, calypso,
new wave, emo.... RAWK!

CHORUS
you got your labels for every little note,
keep your labels, and your annecdotes
just let me play
what I wanna play.....RAWK!

VERSE 2
indie, classical,
goth, grunge, metal
electronic, techno
even disco....NOT!

rockabilly,
hardcore, silly,
R & B, doowop,
arena, folk, pop....RAWK!

CHORUS
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Postby jimtyrrell » Mon Feb 20, 2006 1:08 pm

I was going to record a song for The Elements Of Style but did not. Here are the lyrics:

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RULE 17: Omit needless words.

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It turned out to be a better concept than an actual song, and even then not by much. Oh well.
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Postby emilyrose » Sat Feb 25, 2006 6:21 pm

So here we are, the subject revisited
And I'm in quite the mood to be inquisitve
Why did you go? but really,
Why didn't you come back
Is it something that I said
Or maybe I just lack the qualities you want
In a man
But anyway...

Making plans about a future that you weren't gonna let exist,
So why the hell'd you leave me hanging, breathing you for so long
Yearning for what's right, well now I know what's wrong
You're never satisfied, and baby that's the final truth
And you were scared to come across a man who had nothing to prove
Afraid to just live wild, afraid to just love free
I guess your sympathetic eyes
You can't even fake now
From the first day I met, it seemed like you were somehow
A little distant, a little too reserved sometimes
But it was okay, I loved you anyway,'cause you were mine
But when you're just plain hostile to my calls,
I start to wonder if you ever
Really cared at all
Don't pay no mind to me, I'm just walking out the door,
I know what you'll say, so don't say nothing no more

Not exactly normal,
No there's no turning back
You tried to make love destitute
When I worked to pick up the slack
No baby, there's no turning back
I won't let the door hit me
On the way out

So there we go, twenty years into oblivion
I call you back and say, would you like to try again
Why not for lunch? but really,
Why not for closure
Is there something in your head
Or maybe my earnest demeanor leaves you in want
Of cowboys
But anyway...
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DON'T YOU?

Postby j$ » Sun Feb 26, 2006 2:38 pm

Anyone fancy/want/need a song for 'Don't You?' I just noodled out a bastard child in an hour off the top of my head, which I am quite fond of, but not enough to enter as it is. If anyone wants it, you can hear a g'n'g demo of it here.

http://www.johnnycashpoint.com/dontyou.mp3

Re-record it in your own style, 'collab' with me, use the source file for some crazy soundscape shenanigans, take the words or the tune, or leave it well alone.

If you do use it / some of it, I'd ask you to please credit me appropriately, and also I guess, if you are gonna use it, make it clear here that it's taken. Worst case scenario - a dozen versions of this song blocking up the fight come tuesday!

Don't You (126 bpm)

F C
CHORUS: Love is lies, love is lies
Am D7
And don't you tell me otherwise
F C
Otherwise I will die
G7 C
And that's a fact you can't deny


F C
When you're walking in the street
G C
Everybody that you meet
F C G
Will tell you lonliness should be despised, but

CHORUS

When you're walking in the park
See the people in the dark
They don't understand so they get high

Am C
When you're walking in the rain
G Am
This harsh refrain returns again
Am C
When you walk in human zoo
G G7
you're almost through, you cry, don't you?

CHORUS
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Re: DON'T YOU?

Postby stueym » Mon Feb 27, 2006 9:22 am

j$ wrote:Anyone fancy/want/need a song for 'Don't You?' I just noodled out a bastard child in an hour off the top of my head, which I am quite fond of, but not enough to enter as it is.

If you do use it / some of it, I'd ask you to please credit me appropriately, and also I guess, if you are gonna use it, make it clear here that it's taken.


Love it or loathe it I have a version that I would like to enter.
"You know, I rather like this God fellow. Very theatrical, you know. Pestilence here, a plague there. Omnipotence ... gotta get me some of that."
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Postby Wages » Thu Mar 02, 2006 11:22 pm

Please message me if you are thinking of doing it. <B>I'm desperate to hear someone else's interpretation of my ideas/lyrics.</B> Have fun!

<B>Z: Butterfly Massacre</B> (the parenthesis parts are intended to be spoken as a narrator to a scientific wildlife type "Wild Kingdom" show; but you can do with it what you want!; I think this song needs some serious work to make it happen and I just don't have the time or solo ability to do it)

egg....cat'pillar
now buttery flies

(each year, the Monarch butterfly makes it's migratory journey, along with millions of his comrades, as far as 3,000 miles)

having arrived to their destination
a pack of domestic cats prepare for the massacration

(small household cats are known to prey on insects, especially butterflies and moths as the small mammalians love the thrill of the chase and the protein enhances their coats)

they see the tree full of monarchs....
on the coast in South Cal.....
each year, like Heathcliff & friends....
they plan their devious kill...

(while it's true, a small band of domesticated felines could have no serious impact on the Monarch butterfly population, scientists Dr Jack and Dr Me Off intend to prove their theory: The Monarch Butterfly population is adversely affected by the rise of domesticated, yet partially wild felines. First and foremost because of the lack of proper spay and neuter techniques)

butterfly massacre!
butterfly massacre!
butterfly massacre!
butterfly massacre!

(we've tagged over 50,000 butterflies. We've found over 1,000 of our tracking devices in city landfills inside bags of used cat litter. Clearly this epidemic, and it is an epidemic, could wipe out the Monarch butterfly population by the year 5,021. We must take action today before it's too late.)
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Postby Wages » Sun Mar 05, 2006 12:40 pm

L: <B>The Stink</B> ( <> words are intended to be spoken; the hope was to have the farts in a melody....kinda like the singing cats, but not to xmas songs!)

<let's take it to the gutter>
(fart sounds are the melody for the first verse)

The Stink!

ahh....I feel better (fart)
guess not (fart)
wait (fart) one (fart) more (fart)
and (faaaaaaaaaaaaaart)

The Stink!

<somebody get me some Glade, some body spray, a new pair of boxers and another roll

of toilet paper....and call the plumber>
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Postby Rone Rivendale » Sat Mar 11, 2006 10:30 pm

I was going to use these lyrics for Nothing Day but I got a better idea for No Really, so if anyone wants to use these go ahead.

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I wake up out of my bed
With no sign of any dread
No work to do no not today
Saturday is my nothing day

Toast me some bread not too black
Or maybe pancakes eat them by the stack
Down some chocolate milk wipe off the 'stache
Then I'll fall down to my bed I will crash

Leave me alone It's nothing day

No stress today you won't make me sweat
My snoring is all you are gonna get
Get outta here come back on Monday

Time to play my X-Box games
Owning online to gain some fame
Nothing to distract me now
I win again so I take a bow

T.V's turned on but nothing is on
Checked the ice cream but now it's all gone
Getting kinda late I better get to sleep
Closer and closer the work week will creep

Leave me alone it's nothing day

No stress today you won't make me sweat
My snoring is all you are gonna get
Get outta here come back on Monday
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Postby Wages » Mon Mar 20, 2006 7:38 am

<B>I'm Warning You</B>
NOTE: All parenthesis parts are intended to be sampled from The Incredible Hulk 70s TV show. My imagination said this would have a hardcore or industrial vibe, but anything you think of is good. :)

(arrrrrgghhh!)

tension builds
out of nowhere
muscles twitch
nostrils flare

I'm Warning You (you wouldn't like me I'm angry)

a little crazy
a rage there
need release
pulling hair

I'm Warning You (you wouldn't like me I'm angry)

(arrrrrgghhh!)
(hulk end titles)
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Postby Wages » Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:56 am

I Don't Want To Be Your Friend (rap?)
I wrote the chorus and decided this would probably be a rap song (sorry for the stereotype), so I attempted to write rap lyrics. Anyone who can come up with a rap (or otherwise, music), here ya go.....just let me know if you record anything. :)

VERSE 1
from the moment we met,
it was sex, x-nay on the romance,
throb in my pants,
it's the vibe you sent

don't play right wing,
this thing, there's no pain
just a cave - man you save,
that's just the way we play

CHORUS
I don't want to be your friend
just wanna be your fuck buddy
don't laugh at me when I say it
nothing about fucking at's fuckin' funny

VERSE 2
find your boy think's you're a toy,
come to me, we'll fuck away the ploy,
I'll show you a man who really can,
stand - plan - be your fan....till we cum

I know how to have fun, plumb,
crazy with animal instincts and hazy,
a fog of horny, somehow corny,
play my chord, I'll be your ford..ride me whore

CHORUS
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Postby Wages » Thu Mar 30, 2006 8:16 am

Far From Sucking v1
This was the concept that...well, I think you'll get the picture pretty easily. I really do NOT mean any offense by these words, it's simply lyrics (if I wrote this song 'of my own Honda', I would leave out the 'far from sucking' as I feel it's TOO descriptive and potentially offensive in a way I don't intend).

CHORUS
don't get me wrong,
I will be-friending,
I'm cool with who you are
but I'm far from sucking

VERSE 1
I've looked inside myself looking for identity
and honestly I've even considering being your way

CHORUS

VERSE 2
I've imagined what it might be like, sexually
there's no elevation, period, so that's it for me

CHORUS

BRIDGE
don't take offense,
we can still be friends
my love is plutonic,
but that's all I can

CHORUS

=====================================================
Far From Sucking v2

VERSE 1
you, commercial crack babies,
you listen to Bitchy Spears,
you wouldn't know good music
if it beat you into fear

CHORUS
my tunes may not be catchy,
but they're far from sucking,
cashed in your brains
for the sound of nothing

VERSE 2
you, Backside Boy fans,
don't care about real talent,
never heard of Hendrix,
just listen to your 10 cent

CHORUS

BRIDGE
did you know Witney Houston sings a little flat
("they fix it all in production, ya know")
one boy from a so-called band couldn't carry a tune alone

now Eddie Vedder doesn't have any dance moves,
("when did music change places with dancing?")
I go to Vegas for that, and you can text that in your phone ("and send it")

CHORUS
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Postby Reist » Sat Apr 08, 2006 6:58 pm

I know it's only one line, but I based my entire song on this line, and it turned into an instrumental ... I don't need it anymore, and if you guys don't think it's too lame you can use it.

Sufficiently Intoxicated

And I'm sufficiently intoxicated
To barely comprehend what you're saying to me
When you're around my mind is jaded
Afterwards I set my words free.
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Postby Middlemarch » Sat Apr 08, 2006 8:25 pm

I'm really torn. I have songs for both Sufficiently Intoxicated and Applesauce Baptism. I like them both for different reasons. It doesn't seem like double entries are looked upon favorably, though...

Hmmmm...methinks I'm going with the latter.

Here's S.I. Be my guest. (I have chords also, if you're interested)
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I am sufficiently intoxicated
to drive by your house a hundred times
I know you're in there
I see the soft glow of your dollar-store nightlight

I know there's not much we have in common
I will admit there's a few years between us
But can you forget what just happened?
I can't, and so I'm outside your house

I am sufficiently intoxicated
to drive by your house a hundred times
Maybe you're in there, I don't know
But when I'm out here, everything's alright

I will pull over when the police show up
I will surrender to your every whim
You may not like me now that your buzz has worn off
But I can't forget last night

I'll be sufficiently intoxicated
to walk by your house a hundred times
Even when you've moved away, it's alright
Because when I'm out here, it's alright, it's alright

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Having just typed this up, I realize how creepy it is. :shock:
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Postby Nigel (spOOn) Clements » Wed May 03, 2006 8:23 am

I don't normally like to admit this sort of thing, but I'm gonna be locked in the arms of Barry Manilow for the next couple of weeks, so here's a little idea I had for 'Covered in Bugs' if anyone in there right mind would like to use all or any of the below ramblings then please feel free, the premise for the idea is this guy who.... oh! it speaks for itself.

COVERED IN BUGS

My girlfriend died 10 years ago
And I loved that girl so much
So I devised a plan to keep her at hand
So we'd always be in touch
I went down town and saw the man
He was a really nice geezar
He gave me a deal and a warranty
On a brand new freezer

(Can you guess what I did)

I put her in the freezer
In my new Zanusi freezer
I put her in the freezer
To keep her on ice
I put her in the freezer
In my new Zanusi freezer
I used the appliance of science, Yeah!

The cubic capacity was super-size
And she nestled in there with the choc-ice
I used to take her out when I was down
'cause I had a little trolley to wheel her around
But 10 years on and my warranties run
An my love is starting to melt
I laid her in the bath to stop
the defrostation process but that didn't help

(And now she's)

Covered in bugs
Crawlings with bugs
Covered in bugs
And she's stinking the house out

And the dustmen won't take her
And I can't get another
So I've left her rotting on the compost heap
Where's she's...

Covered in bugs
Crawling with bugs
Covered in bugs
But she's really good for me roses.... aaah!

Yes I have a sick mind... sorry!
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Postby Plat » Wed May 17, 2006 9:51 pm

My voice is awful tonight (I think I'm catching a cold) so here are some lyrics to a song that won't be appearing in time for the fight. Feel free to steal them however you like.

The lyrics mock business speak and the failures who use it.
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Big Success

VERSE
it's not my business
but is yours mission-critical, best-of-breed, and end-to-end?
more than best-practice
do you monetize seamlessly, your centers of excellence
for results-driven
value propositions, or do you prefer to


PRE-CHORUS
leverage the skin that's in the game:
thought leadership that's always touching base?


CHORUS
disregard utility
and aim for low Flesch reading ease, yeah
drive the stocks through your profound B.S.
future-proof deliverables, align geopoliticals
you're learning from the best
and it's gonna be a big success


INSTRUMENTAL/CHANT
push the envelope.. (repeat)
sync up (overlaid)


VERSE
(insert your own here)


<<PRE-CHORUS>>


<<CHORUS>>


BRIDGE
push the envelope
push the envelope
i don't really think you're pushin' that envelope
i wanna choke on smoke risin' from that envelope
when I push, you'll know, without a microscope


RAP/ROCKOUT
i've got more play, than Dennis K
more power packed in than Ken Lay
living north, living blessed from the depths ..of... HealthSouth
Linneck's backbone gives more way
Like Grasso but I'll earn my pay
be a clone of Waksal, payin' tax at the checkout
(payin' tax at the checkout)


ENVELOPE SOLO
"ENVELOPE SOLO!!!"


OUTRO
you're learning from the best
I know it's gonna be a big success

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