Bitter Orange

[rone rivendale]

Bitter Orange -- Rone Rivendale style

I've got Bitter Orange all over my face
You've done me wrong and now I feel disgraced

You said this time was forever
And stupid me I believed it was true

But you're nothing but a cheat
And there won't be a sixth chance for us

People say I'm too nice and I'm starting to believe
You will never convince me again that I'm the one

I've got Bitter Orange all over my face
You've done me wrong and now I feel disgraced

I hope cheating with him was worth it
Because now he's all you have

My heart hurts so much
But I'll be damned if I'll let you back in my life

I don't blame the guy for lusting after you
But I feel sorry for him because now he'll see alot more of you

(I've got Bitter Orange all over my face
You've done me wrong and now I feel disgraced) x2

[nyjm]

bitter orange
- noah mclaughlin

bitter orange – nothing rhymes
there is no rhythm to her life
jungle red – on the prowl
the men in her wake can only howl

the amazon paints her claws
this princess wants to break some laws
she paints her claws to warn the beast
she paints them black before the feast
she paints them…

azure sky – fly away
no more job, no more men today
metal grey – blood on thighs
bullet to the brain-pan sighs

[philtr]

Bitter Orange
by Starcrossed Voyager

she caught his eye
across a crowded room
love at first sight
or so he thought he knew

he felt a strange attraction
a lingering distraction
he longed for her reaction
but she gave him no satisfaction

so he got out his knife
and peeled through her thick skin
like an orange that's not quite ripe
her feelings weren't all right
and when he pierced her bitter shell
he found that she was bitter inside as well

she held back
all the feelings that
she felt that day
she never showed her real face

she was not her reflection
she could not give affection
so she issued her rejection
and she turned and went a new direction

where she could be herself
put her feelings on the shelf
where a man who thought he could be
everything for her
saw she had a need

but she knew she was a bitter orange who could not ever love inside

so she cried and cried
because she let her love grow cold and die...

[jeff robertson]

(haven't decided yet if this will be "Flvxxvm Florvm" or "Jeff Robertson", or if I'll even get it recorded in time)

you're a naughty baby
you're a bawdy lady
you're a bitter orange
you're a bitter orange

you're a nummy muffin
you're a yummy nothing
you're a bitter orange
you're a bitter orange

you're a dirty bird
you're a flirty nerd
you're a bitter orange
you're a bitter orange

you're a middle classy
you're a little nasty
you're a bitter orange
you're a bitter orange

[Reist]

Bitter Orange: By Andrew Reist
Lyrics:

Every single time you pass into my field of vision
I just lose every sense of intuition
Why can't I be your everything as you are mine

Every single line that I've written thinking of you
Just seems so pointless if you don't love me too
Why can't I be your everything as you are mine
So when you ask me if I'm feeling fine

I'm okay, but every time you speak
You're just a bitter orange
Tempting me with your sweet embrace

You ask me why I call you bitter
I say it's no surprise
I know you'll never love me the way I love you
When I look into your eyes

I'm okay, but every time you speak
You're just a bitter orange
Tempting me with your sweet embrace

Loving you is just so bittersweet
You're just a bitter orange
Just a sneaking fantasy
My bitter orange
My bitter orange

[Manhattan Glutton]

Bitter Orange by Rabbit vs Table
(hey, i have a band this time!)

mama screams out the window
don't forget your lunchbox
outside waits the yellow schoolbus
and the demons within

hello johnny hello maggie hello angie
hello mr bus driver
sit right down right behind me
so i can see what you're doin

she peels back the skin
and sinks her teeth in
the bitterness within
withholds all her sin
the bitterness within

demon fruit
demon fruit

all her classes are so stale
there's no way she can fail
crayons and markers, construction paper
time to take a break

lunch time rolls around
her hunger stays where it is
open up that red lunchbox
and release the demon

she peels back the skin
and sinks her teeth in
the bitterness within
withholds all her sin
the bitterness within

demon fruit
demon fruit

she peels back the skin
and sinks her teeth in
the bitterness within
witholds all her sin
the bitterness within
witholds all her sin
the bitterness within

[Rabid Garfunkel]

Bitter Orange
by Rabid Garfunkel
with apologies and thanks to Ennio Morricone, Jefferson Airplane, Johnny Cash, Ed Wood for making good stuff that gets stuck in my head

I moved here from a colder clime way back in eighty-one/
I couldn't take the snow no more, I had to feel the sun/
The movies had all promised me, the tee-vee said so too/
The place was made of beaches and pretty girls to view

Oh-Cee, Oh-Cee-eee/
What a bitter, bitter orange you are to me

I'm stopped on the 22 not moving toward the 5/
I spend more time in park out here than I do in drive/
Thank god for this tee-vee set embedded in my dash/
I can watch reruns of Baywatch while my dreams turn into ash

Oh-Cee, Oh-Cee-eee/
What a bitter, bitter orange you are to me

Now if you dream of moving out to where the sun does shine/
It ain't like the tee-vee shows or the movies 'cause they're lyin'/
I'm here to tell you true my friend, this is what it's all about/
The yardstick that you're measured by is your bank account

Oh-Cee, Oh-Cee-eee/
What a bitter, bitter orange you are to me

OC=Orange County, California
22 is the Garbage, errr, Garden Grove Freeway
5 is Interstate 5.

They both suck to drive on. The 710 to the 5 is far worse, and in the summer smells like rotting American Cheese, though that's LA County.

[Eidolon]

Bitter Orange
by Eidolon
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fruit bowl sitting on the table
my hands are shaking my mind's upset

these healthy flavors
mobile
no containers hold them
all hurtful words and bruised fruit

they roll forward
i'm surrounded
slippery peels
i'm downed and grounded

they circle round me
they circle round me
i see my foes

seething apple
angry lemon
lurid grape
but oh! that
bitter orange
oh! that
bitter orange

it starts to dawn on me
they have kept track

i'm down on the floor
my food just locked the door
the orange grabs for a knife

they roll forward
i'm surrounded
slippery peels
i'm downed and grounded

they circle round me
they circle round me
i see my foes

seething apple
angry lemon
lurid grape

but oh! that
bitter orange
oh! that
bitter orange

he'll be the death of me...

[WeaselSlayer]

Bitter Orange
by Basket of Hands

The MORE YOU KNOW - lights up here’s the show. Put your Hands in the air so the Basket can flow. Faces made of circuits, a futuristic minotaur, cutting your string about to leave a muthafuckin’ scar. You won’t bleed too much, so don’t act tragic, just a little something you can look down at it, remember that time you brought a gun to fight magic, here’s fuckin’ rag for to put up your vag (sick!)

Other rappers get too tall, we got to fell 'em.
Kicking it old school like in the antebellum.
Shootin' directly into your cerebellum.
Step to us we say, "fuck it let's kill 'em."

We're ridiculous motherfuckers, we're taking out those other suckers
Other rappers round town know to duck
or something could happen to their family.
You can pray to your God but you fuck with me and what you get is:
pain no gain, except in your brain, cuz now you know not to fuck with the
Hands again.
You think our name sounds a little odd?
Well our victims know we're the hands of God.

In the middle of a war the general with his men,
didn't bother with the bushes and a tree named Posyden.
Cuz when the troops get booted up, and we have our ammo clips on
There's no thrill in the kill of the vanilla, so keep your nips on.
Taking shots at me, like rockslingin’ at the Death Star,
chances are, nice car, gonna take your breath far
away. You ain’t never gonna catch it again, fetch me some gin cuz I’m about to breathe fire.

Step up to the stage, act your age, introducing MC What-his-name?
Playing a losing game, trying to get known but you’re all the fuckin’ same.
So why should I get to know Joe Blow? Tell me what is it that I don’t know? You can’t teach me, reach me, sit me down and preach me. You’re a wall painting in a hospital that I walk by when I’m visiting my dying great uncle because I think he might give me some money to use to get a real studio and record my debut LP. Motherfucker. I don’t even have to rhyme for you.

East Coast buying backbeats from the West Coast back in 95 you know that’d make your ass French Toast. Make the most of the sounds that aren’t yours, I hand chop mine in a butcher shop and make the bitches purr. So why don’t you come back when you’ve got some better meat to pack, until then the Bay Area called, they want their beats back.

[Heather. Redmon.]

Bitter Orange - the Hell Yeahs

Gotta get my head around it
I'll spend my lifetime here
Third time I rolled a double
got me a hundred years
And since it ain't just a visit
I'll make it comfortable
Break faces for reputation
You know I'm trouble girls

I'm doin' time
starting over on the inside
Am I bitter? Take a guess
This is as fucked up as it gets

Start small but work through 'em all yeah
pledge your allegiance, girl
You know my name on the outside
Q. O. T. Underworld
Got a lock on a Boardwalk cell block
I'm puttin' up hotels
No men to stem influencin'
I guess it's just as well
And I'm simmerin' in my cell

I'm doin' time
starting over on the inside
Am I bitter? Take a guess
This is as fucked up as it gets

Life is hard and every day is the same
but I'm runnin' the show so I shouldn't complain
but I miss the chase, I need the crime
I had a lot on the other side
These hotel bars and the palace cots,
it don't mean shit that I call the shots

I know I'm gonna be here forever.

[RodneythePenguin]

i went to the store yesterday
and guess what was the sale of the day
boxes and boxes of oranges shining at me
and i still haven't taken down my christmas tree
bitter orange
i got a sour one
and now i'm so sad

well, this bitter orange had it out for me
i got juice in my eye, painfully
ill-tempered, i went and trew it away
and it rolled right on back to say
bitter human
i got a sour one
and now i'm leaving

[stateshirt]

well, i guess i should post my lyrics to this one, since it did manage to muster up a win. i'm not really happy with how these came out, i think i would change quite a few things now...

Bitter Orange
- State Shirt -

barrel of a gun is on your mind
never been sincere though never felt confined
cut out my heart, blood is on the knife

is this the only way to lose you?

the way you'll be cured, bitter orange
even a chance in hell
will you ever be happy again?
can good be part of bad?
no one will ever know.

always give up at the very last chance
can never force it down
your common sadness is a fear of life
social hour we're naked

is this the only way i've confused you?

the way you'll be cured, bitter orange
even a chance in hell
will you ever be happy again?
can good be part of bad?
a friend I've never seen sad
no one will ever know.

negative programming which controls us
has taken a tremendous toll
we find ourselves fearful
we continue to be slaves
because our programming tells us that's where we belong.
that's where we belong.

the way you'll be cured, bitter orange
even a chance in hell
will you ever be happy again?
can good be part of bad?
a friend I've never seen sad
no one will ever know.
no one will ever know.