3 New Songs
Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:18 am
i don't expect you to read them all in the same day. take your time
f irst song is "Ticket to Paradise". found it really similar to "Hooch" in some parts. i think i wrote it as if i were trying to talk or cheer up someone who's making his own life worse by being negative.
[Chorus]
Ticket to paradise,
You're falling on your own demise,
And try not to keep running,
And try not to keep falling.
Try not to make it bad.
You're following another fad.
There's better things than whining,
Before you start defining.
You got a one way ticket to paradise,
You got your longed vacation and you don't care.
You're rolling dice as if it were a pair of dice.
You keep complaining and keep saying that it's not fair.
And noone really cares of what you will say.
And noone really cares if you want to go.
And noone knows if you only like to play.
Cuz we think it's a game to you and everything that you're up to.
[Chorus]
[Solo]
Invent a lie to give it more ignorance.
Invent a statement to say that you are far enough
And I dont think that your mind will do any good,
Cuz you just keep thinking you have it tough.
And imagine that you're living it up to her.
Well stop for a second and say, hold it.
Please stop writing this silly love songs.
Cuz we know you don't mean it,
And I don't think you can feel it (those last 2 verses go to myself btw)
[Chorus]
[Break]
[Repeat first verse]
[Chorus]
[Outro]
next song is called "She". about a guy (me) who like a girl who doesn't really want him. i also based part of it on how i don't like her anymore cuz she's changed a lot.
As she keeps stopping by,
She leaves us in surprise,
But she's falling down below.
To the point where you don't know her anymore.
I'm trying to forget,
Whatever she just said.
But I can't just let her go.
Cuz I keep looking down.
And she's just going on.
[Chorus]
And I'm no believer,
But I'd say she's a dreamer.
It's contradiction,
And it's a bad addiction.
It's not so easy,
To say that you believe me.
Well hang out your pictures.
To you emotional mixtures.
I don't believe in myself.
And now I'm just taking time,
To write this fucking rhymes.
But it's like she tries to ignore.
And now I'll never know if I am just a bore
But nothing ends up well.
Infact it's like it's hell.
But I don't know what to tell.
And I feel like shit cuz I don't know what she sells.
[Chorus]
Take you time to say goodbye.
You don't know if it's a lie.
But the bickering won't stop.
And she just keeps on rising up and to the top.
But she doesn't care of you.
And you've got nothing to lose.
But you shouldn't think of her.
Cuz she just wants you dead and she's not very fair.
[Chorus]
I don't believe in myself.
I don't believe in myself.
I don't believe in myself.
and finally, this song is called "A Song That Says the Word "Fuck" A lot". it doesn't say it that many times but it's the best name i could come up with so i'm open for suggestions. a song about how much i hate routines.
Monday, wake up, go to school.
6 AM and work 'till 2
Spending time in homework too.
Yes it sucks but what to do.
Tuesday ends up just the same.
Maybe watch pornography.
Hate to have this same routine.
Frustrated and fucking sick.
Marching down on Wednesday chill.
Seems like time is standing still.
Doesn't seem to be much real,
But it's more real than you'd think.
[Chorus]
And maybe I'm just running behind,
From my reality.
Knowing if there's something I'll find,
In my recovery.
Lying with my own made up lies,
That I remembered then.
Try to fuck the image I had,
From my own mind and head.
Thursday, well it's just the same.
Seems like it's a mental pain.
I don't care if it's a test.
Takes your heart and soul away.
Friday's not quite very well.
Makes things feel like you've just fell.
I don't think that this is hell.
Yet, I'll just bid my farewells.
[Chorus]
Saturday is the best day.
Everyone is getting laid.
Fucking drunk and losing grip,
All you see's not as it is.
Sunday's bad and really reeks.
It's the end yet it's so weak.
Like I said it makes me sick.
Guess it's time to start the week.
[Chorus]
well, thats it. thank you so much for reading 1, 2 or 3 of these songs. means a lot to me and feel free to give me any feedback.
again, thanks.
f irst song is "Ticket to Paradise". found it really similar to "Hooch" in some parts. i think i wrote it as if i were trying to talk or cheer up someone who's making his own life worse by being negative.
[Chorus]
Ticket to paradise,
You're falling on your own demise,
And try not to keep running,
And try not to keep falling.
Try not to make it bad.
You're following another fad.
There's better things than whining,
Before you start defining.
You got a one way ticket to paradise,
You got your longed vacation and you don't care.
You're rolling dice as if it were a pair of dice.
You keep complaining and keep saying that it's not fair.
And noone really cares of what you will say.
And noone really cares if you want to go.
And noone knows if you only like to play.
Cuz we think it's a game to you and everything that you're up to.
[Chorus]
[Solo]
Invent a lie to give it more ignorance.
Invent a statement to say that you are far enough
And I dont think that your mind will do any good,
Cuz you just keep thinking you have it tough.
And imagine that you're living it up to her.
Well stop for a second and say, hold it.
Please stop writing this silly love songs.
Cuz we know you don't mean it,
And I don't think you can feel it (those last 2 verses go to myself btw)
[Chorus]
[Break]
[Repeat first verse]
[Chorus]
[Outro]
next song is called "She". about a guy (me) who like a girl who doesn't really want him. i also based part of it on how i don't like her anymore cuz she's changed a lot.
As she keeps stopping by,
She leaves us in surprise,
But she's falling down below.
To the point where you don't know her anymore.
I'm trying to forget,
Whatever she just said.
But I can't just let her go.
Cuz I keep looking down.
And she's just going on.
[Chorus]
And I'm no believer,
But I'd say she's a dreamer.
It's contradiction,
And it's a bad addiction.
It's not so easy,
To say that you believe me.
Well hang out your pictures.
To you emotional mixtures.
I don't believe in myself.
And now I'm just taking time,
To write this fucking rhymes.
But it's like she tries to ignore.
And now I'll never know if I am just a bore
But nothing ends up well.
Infact it's like it's hell.
But I don't know what to tell.
And I feel like shit cuz I don't know what she sells.
[Chorus]
Take you time to say goodbye.
You don't know if it's a lie.
But the bickering won't stop.
And she just keeps on rising up and to the top.
But she doesn't care of you.
And you've got nothing to lose.
But you shouldn't think of her.
Cuz she just wants you dead and she's not very fair.
[Chorus]
I don't believe in myself.
I don't believe in myself.
I don't believe in myself.
and finally, this song is called "A Song That Says the Word "Fuck" A lot". it doesn't say it that many times but it's the best name i could come up with so i'm open for suggestions. a song about how much i hate routines.
Monday, wake up, go to school.
6 AM and work 'till 2
Spending time in homework too.
Yes it sucks but what to do.
Tuesday ends up just the same.
Maybe watch pornography.
Hate to have this same routine.
Frustrated and fucking sick.
Marching down on Wednesday chill.
Seems like time is standing still.
Doesn't seem to be much real,
But it's more real than you'd think.
[Chorus]
And maybe I'm just running behind,
From my reality.
Knowing if there's something I'll find,
In my recovery.
Lying with my own made up lies,
That I remembered then.
Try to fuck the image I had,
From my own mind and head.
Thursday, well it's just the same.
Seems like it's a mental pain.
I don't care if it's a test.
Takes your heart and soul away.
Friday's not quite very well.
Makes things feel like you've just fell.
I don't think that this is hell.
Yet, I'll just bid my farewells.
[Chorus]
Saturday is the best day.
Everyone is getting laid.
Fucking drunk and losing grip,
All you see's not as it is.
Sunday's bad and really reeks.
It's the end yet it's so weak.
Like I said it makes me sick.
Guess it's time to start the week.
[Chorus]
well, thats it. thank you so much for reading 1, 2 or 3 of these songs. means a lot to me and feel free to give me any feedback.
again, thanks.