I've never really written poetry but I have wrote songs. Here's one I wrote for a girl (It's very hootie and the blowfish)

The way you looked that night
stood in the light
looked upon your face
astounded by your grace
The way you looked that night

The way you looked that night
stood in the light
felt my heart changing
cause you looked amazing
The way you looked that night

And when I think of you
everything feels so subtle
came into my heart
loved you from the start
The way you looked that night

The way you looked that night
we could never fight
I was yours for taking
I was yours for breaking
The way you looked that night

And when I think of you
everything feels so subtle
came into my heart
loved you from the start
The way you looked that night
And when I think of you
everything feels so subtle
came into my heart
loved you from the start
The way you looked that night

came into my heart
loved you from the start
The way you look every night

The chords are- A/D/Bm/Asus4/A/D
and for the chorus G/Em/Bm/Asus4/A/D

Pssst.  Ant'ny.  Um...  You've written a poem, man. 

Websters, "Poem: (noun) a piece of writing, often in rhythmic verse and sometimes rhyming, that is characterized by vivid, compressed language and strong emotional force."

Good poem, too.

Don

I think so as well.  Really remarkable effort.  I think I'd have to actually hear the music to associate it with a song, as I'm not really a lyricist or have that great an ear for writing music.

I'm sure if I heard you play it or something, I might think of it as a song, but the way I see it now.  It's a lovely poem.

V. nice.

here is another I wrote when i was 14 in high school. i was going through my teen angst stage and was in to Metalica:

Problem song

In a love struck world
war is hard to survive
Taking it easy on a cruise isn't easy
could it be, I've lost my self control
I have lost all dignity
I don't know, taking things easy that it's worth it

As I look into your eye I see you crying
descending from the sky I see you dying
visions in my head
walk the walk with me

Launching myself out of the this world I keep on trying
a metaphysical experience I keep on having
war has touched a billion lives but it's still ongoing
chaos for eternity for ever and ever
and this child needs a future to hold

my time is up, my world will end
is everything okay? I can't pretend
I cry out tears of sorrow
this is my problem song

and things always seem out of place
I throw things out and they're in my face
I an can never redeem
my problem song

very simple chords- Em, C and D

"Launching myself out of the this world I keep on trying
a metaphysical experience I keep on having
war has touched a billion lives but it's still ongoing
chaos for eternity for ever and ever
and this child needs a future to hold"

That's insanely powerful a statement to make, ant.  My God, those lines definitely spoke the most to me.

Terrific job, my friend.  Quite the songwriter you are.

i agree.....can i get a free cd?

those were good songs and i am not trying to start an argument but songs can rhyme and its rhythmic verses make it into the song it has to have a rhythm unless its jazz.

but seriously dude your a really good writer!!!!!!

heres my short song

rinyo mika, singo toy, doje nas, eve broy
ringo mia frio mas, iroku dinjea nikku
comae rinyo leka hae
resni opa kira singa mas
ringo mia frio mas, iroku dinjea nikku

i am writing a novel and this is in Shionea

a languge i created over free time i also wrote piano music for it. It kinda of sounds like a slower version of indias music.

your dream, my destiny, our fate, there will
let us find peace, this viscous world
we walk as one
no longer disturbing peace
let us find peace, this viscous world

glad you liked it. Thanks for your compliments. Words are the body of the song, music is the soul. Maybe this is a good subject to debate.

Liked your short song, please post more.

Anthony, you've gone soft, buddy ol pal.

Here's my song. It was recorded last year by Paramount, but nothing has happened with it as of yet. I am going to put it into my new screenplay, "A Song In My Heart" and have one of the main characters sing it.

Wounded Angel

Cast out into the shadows
She blamed herself when he turned away.
He used to call her Angel - his Angel.
Her splintered wings show on her face.

When the magic was risin, she caught the full moon lyin.
She was stripped of her emotions, abandoned in the cold.
All of her thoughts were draped in darkness.
The midnight's chime, it mocked her saddened soul.

A wounded Angel doesn't look so sweet
when there's demons at her feet.
She doesn't know that love's wings will mend in time.

Another time, another place,
there'll be no tears to stain her face.
The red paint on her lips will frame a smile.
All the darkness and the pain will be replaced,
then like a phoenix, Angel will soar into a love's light.  

A wounded Angel doesn't look so sweet
when there's demons at her feet.
She needs to know that her wings will mend in time...
that her wings will mend in time.

This year working on some songs with mythology as a theme... i just plan on writing 10 songs with the versitility in style... here is one... called sons of war...

Pick up and gun
pick up a sword
arm yourself
start a war
filled with anger
filled with hate
built-in fear inside your soul
But don't be hate
and don't be fear
don't be polotics
make your purpose clear
don't be anguish
don't be pain
don't be suffering
don't be be vain

chorus:
show your mercy
show you're just
show compassion on all of us
show you're righteous
fight for truth
blood was shed but not by you

You have many scars
but not by war
they're so deep
and they are sore...

oh crap I forgot the rest... ahm... I'll type the rest another day... but yeah... doing stuff like this... done another called icarus and another called shoot me stupid....

I write and play music, myself, in a band I've had off and on for 4 to 5 years now... maybe 4 not 5.  Writing songs is something I can do very well... I like writing songs, most of them themed based. Getting too far into it though can be pretty chesseballish, even more so when you don't know what you're talking about or subjecting/projecting about.  

Case and point -->>  

I think "by & large" if you are 1 to 20... you don't know what love is. Don't write like you do and don't write like you've been thru it, cause "BY & LARGE" you haven't.

I think writing about war and politics when you're 14 is absurd.  There is 1 case where I was schooled by a 16 year old on politics, but he was also not of this earth and had an IQ of 187.  Don't write about war cause your favorite band does or role model does... write about it cause it affects you or digs at your soul.  Writing about war with nothing behind it doesn't say anything other than "HEY LOOK I'm A POYINA HEAD JEREKA"

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I dunno... write what you wanna write and sing what you wanna sing, but learning what you think, feel and see and experiencing it 1st hand is something you'll have to do to be taken serious in my eyes.  

However, the same could be said for my writing... I've never been a cowboy and attacked by hordes of zombies. I've never lead people into caves with money and I've never been on an endless highway... so what do I know??? ;)

B to the azzo L to the Tzzo I to the Sooo

P.S.
Also, listening to other peoples music and forming lyrics around there music isn't creative either... it's actually hurtful to your situation, if you wanna be a song writer. You'll fall into that... I don't know my keys, my rythms and chord paterns.

Listening to others music and getting idea's from it is ok... but talentless fools, like rappers, who can't or have run out of beats and hooks often get to use sound bytes from classic songs... because they are under the record lable that produced the original bands who played the music... thus they get to use it in there song and make millions off all the moronic teens out there.  

It's not a talent... Any fool can put new lyrics to predated music. Anyone!  

By and large any rap song you hear today... it's stolen mixes from other songs and sound bytes. you might not know it at 1st listen, but trust me... it's there.

hmmm... pretty prosumpsious message... funny thing the song isn't about war..

hmmm... pretty prosumpsious message... funny thing the song isn't about war..

Pretty "prosumpsious" that my message had nothing to do with you and your song writing "persay" and just song writing in general.  As someone who's in a band and can play multiple instruments and writes his own music, it was about just that... what people can and can't get away with.  

I forget but wasn't the topic "SONGS"?

Which, by & large, I'd take as... "open forum to talk about"... "SONGS" oh my god, christ on crutches sweet jesus look at all that... See how it all kinda comes together in the end?

So begging your pardin' is kindess but when you do it for a living it becomes obscure, so I won't even try to do so.

Keep up the good work, though.

Baltis~

Pick up a gun
Pick up a sword
Arm yourself
Start a war
Filled with anger
Filled with hate
Built-in fear inside your soul

But don’t be hate
And don’t be fear
Don’t be politics
Make your purpose clear
Don’t be anguish
Don’t be pain
Don’t be suffering
Don’t be vain

Chorus

Show your mercy
Show you’re just
Show compassion on us
Show you’re righteous
Fight for truth
Blood was shed
But not by you

You have many scars
But not by war
They’re so deep
And they are sore
Don’t be pride
Let it go inside
Your ego made people die
But go ahead and cry
For the lives
That were victims of your rage
In an age of tolerance
Put down the guns
Let there be peace.

*applause*

Very cool, Anthony.  I like it.

Sirens

1. Oh Sailors listen to them sing
Beautiful voices hidden in the wind
It’s amazing what life can bring
Sirens make me forget everything

Chorus
Sirens call me near
The silence isn’t clear
I play my own lyre
To drown out their sound
So dangerous
Daughters of Archelous
Trying to crash us in the rocks
And hurt us

2. She calls me out to the sea
A rainbow hanging over me
Oh it was destiny
That she drew me closer internally

Chorus

Bridge
Your words encapsulate me
More enticing than your melody
Prophesy what you see
Broken men before thee

RIGHT PLACE, WRONG TIME
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Pictures on my wall from a time I can't recall
I took them down to help make me feel better
But I kept everysingle letter

It makes the ending stand on its own
When we was living we were barely living
but man were we living large
Now your gone and I'm here all alone
No sign of life, no ringing telephone

Man somebodys gotta get me out of this place
Somebodys gotta take charge cause I can't even remember your face

And all this time we was running from what we never met
Always loosing steps under every last breath
Even though we haven't been there yet
I bet they'll get to you too

& don't it make you sad to know life can & will move on without you
& don't it make you sad to know you've lost what you fought to prove
& don't it make you sad to know the truth

See we've got time right now
But we're running out
So now's not a time to whisper
Now's a time to shout
Leave behind the pain you fear to doubt

Hopeless and free from the hearts biggest enemy
& I still can't believe you say it's over but I think you believe yourself when you say
It's over (repeat)
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THE ART OF FALLING APART FROM THE INSIDE OUT:
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We had too much on our hands to think about the futures plans
The war was over
The war was good
I missed the part where we misunderstood
Yeah maybe for a second or two
But you know I'll always believe in you

& You'll be back here thinkin' of goodbye suicides
& reasons why he'd never want you back on his good side

& I'll be be back here thinkin' of you thinkin 'of me
& if that doesn't happen then silly me

We had to stop it sometime,  see times running out & you're running late
Holding a four leaf clover
Wishing it wasn't over
Thinking of the plot to what you just saw
Crying love dry cause you've got withdraws

I missed everything but missing you
Always missed everything but missing you
& you always said it wasn't true
Cause you could never do that, no you could never do that

Still see me running to see you
Still see me running to see you
Still see me running to see you
Still see me running to see you
Still see me running to see you

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I wrote this over the course of the week on 3 accoutic guitars and 4 of my band mates at the lake. The names a bit long, but I said this on the way out to eat one night when asked how big of a fool I thought someone to be "he'll remain nameless" for going after a friend of ours who's married.

I said it's the art of falling apart from the inside out... Meaning it'll self destruct in a week or two. LOL~

This is about him and her in a way so... take it for what it is, it is a good tune though.

Balt~  

& I'm sorry I haven't been around much as of late. I went to England for a bit, got back broke my finger in the gym and been dealing with multiple bad happenings. I'll be back around, though, wait n' see... I got some really great stuff for the site this time too, this time I mean it. LOL!

Balt, again.

Life can be tricky, life can be cruel, but life is for living and experience has been my school. Always still learning and forever still yearning, but never really getting it...

Inside

I sit in the dark and here’s what I see baby, a reflection of you and me
Holding each other so close and so true, never letting go, where did it all go?
You look into my eyes, I brush away your beautiful brown hair, so soft, so real.
Love is in me, love is all I feel….yeah

~It consumes me whole, swallows me up and leaves me bleeding all alone in this bloodbath.

Relections, I wish they were true; I’d give anything, anything just to be with you.
I’m dying inside, wont you save me tonight? Please, I’m numb in this fear, why aren’t you here? So alone…inside

Reaching out my hand, I see you there, watching you lay, as I pull back the sheets,
You’re here with me, so pure, so innocent and all for me, for you are mine, baby.
Kiss me, kiss me like there’ll never be a tomorrow. Feel me, feel me wherever I am, I’ll follow, I’ll follow you….yeah

~Numb inside my head, so alone in my bed, wishing on that star, my only saint tonight, my angel delight, you are

Relections, I wish they were true; I’d give anything, anything just to be with you.
I’m dying inside, wont you save me tonight? Please, I’m numb in this fear, why aren’t you here? So alone…inside

A CHANCE
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You won the role of my world that night
Got me thinking of nothing & no other girl
Even though we hate how we act sometimes
Your eye's still catch everything under the broken hearted moon light

~ One last chance
Always so sad
Forget what you never had
Cause it's not that bad ~

No this isn't the first time & it won't be the last
He's got things going on behind your back
That'd give you a heart attack
& there's this light outside your front door that doesn't shine no more
It always lets me know you deserve everything you never got before
Don't you shout and don't you scream
Cause I know sometimes life isn't all it seems

~ One last chance
Always so sad
Forget what you never had
Cause it's not that bad ~

Funny little things that tick
All the feelings we just spent
Late night talks and cracks on the sidewalk
I wonder where they all went
So I'm with him, the man in my shadow
I'm gonna miss the way you shine
Gonna miss the way you glow
But I know everything will be fine
Just let me know & I'll let you go

~ One last chance
Always so sad
Forget what you never had
Cause it's not that bad ~

So dry your eyes & don't you cry
I'm gonna construct your reason why
& if that reason why's not smart
I'll build you a brand new heart

And yes something is missing
And yes something is missing
And yes something is missing
And yes something is missing
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Just been hangin' out with my broken finger and some friends as of late... don't worry, I'm still writing screenplays, just music is much easier to produce quicker ;)

This is a song I wrote yesterday after an amazing day with some freinds. I've been playing around with some chords, nothing major yet but these are the lyrics and they do mean a world to me at the moment and probably have been inside me for the better half of 2 months now.

BALT~

This is my 1st poem in a collection of them... all themed based and about a new girl the kind that everybody wants and the kind only some of us obtain, like oxygen they are always in your way but never ever ever come to play...


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I've waited all of these years to get your attention and if I was the king of hell you'd be my henchmen. We don't have all the time in the world but what we have is moments, flashes like assasians by trade and murders in the luliby where they took you under their wing and tought you how to sing... bye bye blue bird, bye bye bye bye blue bird.

This was my heart and I miss my lunges what happened to everyone they don't speak so well now do they. Holes in the sky like tears in your veins & we wonder why she goes away... She's off to kill the grass where the others came to play, but will she sing... will she sing... bye bye blue bird for you like she did for me way back then.

And once again we are stuck. Can't always have the best of luck cause if we did it wouldn't be called luck now would it? Think about leaving and break my walls down, call us even. Hope & pray we are still this way in 10 to 20 years & I can't believe you still have fears, maybe we should teach eachother how to sing... bye bye blue bird bye bye bye bye blue bird.
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BALT~

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Alright this one is something I'm thinking up on the spot.

Black lights on a darkened sky.
A bullshit reflection and you don't know why.
Love's an empty shell of ecstacy.
A painless injection for you to see.

Cold hands perfecting the action.
Slow dance - waiting to guage a reaction.
Nothing but an small infraction.
Something for nothing and I know you try.

You want to think you more then nothing.
You want to think that you are something...

Black lights on a darkened sky.
A bullshit reflection and you don't know why.
Love's an empty shell of ecstacy.
A painless injection for you to see.

A mirror can tell all - and still manage to to lie.
You want to deny it, oh how you try.
Are you just a hypocrite.
Nothing but hot air, and full of shit.

Black lights on a darkened sky.
A bullshit reflection and you don't know why.
Love's an empty shell of ecstacy.
A painless injection for you to see.

Tell me something, and say it's new.
Do you really think, that that is true.
Love's an empty shell of ecstacy.
A painless injection for you to see.

You want to think you more then nothing.
You want to think that you are something...

Black lights on a darkened sky.
A bullshit reflection and you don't know why.
Love's an empty shell of ecstacy.
A painless injection for you to see.

I woke up hot in a cold room.
I’ve never felt like this before.
Watch the people pass on by.
Happy Anniversary my loved one.
Now I drink, I drink all night.
Only for an hour buzz.
Doesn’t she look beautiful standing in her dress?
I am distracted, absorbed into her.

I’m a poet.
I’m a screamer.
I’m taking this revolution out for a ride.
You’re beautiful.
And I’m a slut.
And you know I can’t control it.

These are just ideas, they are not copyrighted.
I swear I’m sorry if I ever hurt you.
The glass machine can finally break.
And baby I’m coming home.

You gave me your hand.
I’ll be someone to love as long as you live.

This armless race, wind blowing in my face.
And I am still thinking of her.
If you haven’t noticed by now this song is about you, Amanda.

B.L.G.
(an acoustic rock ballad by Alan Holman)

Her smile that I rarely saw
had character I tried to draw.
Jay'd have it seem
that my tries to see her eyes
and how they'd shine so green
were obscene,
and his words to her
put me in a bad light,
because we'd fight to delight her.

The desire to share good times,
calm times, mellow times,
times doing nothing on a tree in the summer
or times doing something in twilight in a hummer
or on a roof observing lightning,
or writing enlightening anything with her.
About that desire, she was always in the dark,
and always is way too long.

But after I learned why the story goes this way,
she displayed that she had something to say
And all of her wonderful, charming, cute, lovely,
intelligent, mellow, humble, playful, words,
to my surprise,
displayed every quality I've ever known how to love
but I waited too damn long
to tell her what I saw and heard
I still haven't explained a quarter of it.

To say she was the source of so much motivation
A cause of such great inspiration
would put it lightly.

To say she made me create much damning, damned good art, wouldn't put it nearly as bluntly as it should be put to do it justice.

Being unclear about my intentions,
in my communications,
and saying I was clear,
when I was clearly unclear,
was my mistake, a penultimate downfall

So where's my brain at?
Oh no, I'm saying things again.

And those rare times she'd speak to me,
and I'd reply affectionately,
it seemed her thoughts of me
hadn't altered negatively
I was in love with her style
of maintaining that pleasant smile
and remaining herself even while
her words fed my sacred illusion,
my grand delusion
of a better day
that might have been today
had I been more honest.

So when I found  
Jay'd played on a shiny day
by asking her to a barbecue,
was my jealous reaction
of an invitation
to walk with her in the park
with her friend who just might bark
posessive, creepy, or innocent,
compared to Jay's similar invitation?

Because when I saw Jay had asked her,
that's when I realised that all this waiting
for the right moment, was a waste of rare moments,
so I courageously asked
and her reply that my question creeped her out
indicated that walking freaks her out
whereas barbecues don't.
It makes no sense.
She makes no sense.
But I love solving mysteries.
And that's why I love her.
And that's why I still want to understand
her answer to the question at hand:
Is the park creepier than a barbecue?
If so, how so?  What's wrong with me
that you'd reply politely
to Jay's request
yet my equally motivated similar request
was replied to so hurtfully?

When I asked, she said N/A,
that's why the mystery still baffles me to this day.
I admit this song if played hardcore
complicates matters even more
But it's rockin and alright, if played tonight
with fast drums deep solos no stage fright
guitars and keyboards ablaze just right
all over the stage late into the night,
alright?

NO GOODBYE:
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The lies you told
The truth that you sold
Sometimes I'd believe it
Others I wouldn't

A simple place
A state of mind
I lost your face
The one you left behind

But still...

Your soul, your soul
What ever happend to your beautiful soul!

So here we go....
Once again...
I gotta let you know...

Though you're not my friend
My bones will mend
I'm stone
I'm concrete
My heart won't even miss a beat

I won't listen
I won't cry
I won't call
I won't pretend
I won't defend
I won't think again
I won't ask why

No goodbye... No goodbye... No goodbye
No goodbye... No goodbye...

Bitterflies

Ignore me, adore me, look my way but never look through me.
Watch my tears, raindrops of my fears, flowing into rivers.
Watch them grow, watch them flow.

Neverending circles of shit,
lost in this hole,
stuck in this pit
moving forwards, going backwards,
regret never leaves.

Humiliate me, reject me, ignore me but never forget me.
The same old me, the same old we.
Round and round, lost and found, regret's lost his sound.
Losing my mind, love blind.

Neverending circles of shit,
lost in this hole,
stuck in this pit
moving forwards, going backwards,
regret never leaves.

Me and my four walls, no more freedom, one crushed soul.
My inner hell, in my private cell.
Time wil tell if I can break regret's spell.

Neverending circles of shit,
lost in this hole,
stuck in this pit
moving forwards, going backwards,
regret never leaves.

Andy x

This is kind of a song, more of a rap. That's just my style. It's called "Too Far".

Checked out Simply Scripts a few months ago,
Thought it'd be a decent place to put up scripts, yo
Next thing I knew, I had script ideas jumpin' out my head
Might have put up too many W-I-P threads
Now I'm blacklisted as the guy who writes before he thinks
I'm the guy with ideas that everyone says stinks
Happened once or twice, and I didn't care
But a certain MOD was dissing my scripts here and there
Didn't think too much of it, but every time I made a thread
He'd pop up and dump on it, so the script would be dead
He gave all my scripts shit, so I got pissed off
One day I flipped out, swore at him and got kicked off
Banned for a couple days, but as soon as I was back
I was back at it, swearing at him, calling him a twat
See, I thought it was necessary, now it's out of hand
Now this site's my war zone, Simply Scripts is No Man's Land

Quoted from DOM This is kind of a song, more of a rap. That's just my style. It's called "Too Far". Checked out Simply Scripts a few months ago, Thought it'd be a decent place to put up scripts, yo Next thing I knew, I had script ideas jumpin' out my head Might have put up too many W-I-P threads Now I'm blacklisted as the guy who writes before he thinks I'm the guy with ideas that everyone says stinks Happened once or twice, and I didn't care But a certain MOD was dissing my scripts here and there Didn't think too much of it, but every time I made a thread He'd pop up and dump on it, so the script would be dead He gave all my scripts shit, so I got pissed off One day I flipped out, swore at him and got kicked off Banned for a couple days, but as soon as I was back I was back at it, swearing at him, calling him a twat See, I thought it was necessary, now it's out of hand Now this site's my war zone, Simply Scripts is No Man's Land

this is actually kinda well written... very immature, but well written... you can continue to try to turn people against the mentioned "MOD" but it's not... you're childish... grow up... other than that, not a terrible rap.

Okay, that's better. Thanks.

Quoted from The boy who could fly banned for a couple days, but as soon as I was back I was back at it, swearing at him, calling him a dirty nut sack.

Thank you, Jordan.  That was most helpful.

I actually like your little rhyme, Dom.   Quite a bit.  So there.

Oddly enough, while driving around today I was inspired to compose a rap of my own -- dedicated to my favorite member at S.S.

This is so gonna get deleted haha.  Heck, I'll probably delete it myself, so read it quick.

You sing it to the tune of “Give it away now” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.



On the S.S. boards I am a strange creature.
Let me tell you ‘bout my new feature!
Gimme feedback.  What’s good, what’s not?
But the title’s all I really got.

There’s a mod he tries to dis me!
But I survive on ignorant bliss, see?
All the rules, thinks I should heed ‘em.
Don’t he know that I can’t read ‘em?

Postin’ away, postin’ away, postin’ away, now!
Postin’ away, postin’ away, postin’ away, now!
Postin’ away, postin’ away, postin’ away, now!
Postin’ away, postin’ away, postin’ away, now!

What you say we do a script swap?
Read my script, then I’ll read yours…NOT!
Call me on it I will curse you.
Naughty language always gets me through!

Write a series I’ll adore it.
30 posts I’ll try to whore it.
Kiss your butt and make your day brighter.
Do you need another writer?

Postin’ away, postin’ away, postin’ away, now!
(Repeat…)

Hahahaha that was very good, Bert!

Raps about SS now...what is the world coming to

Bravo, Bert.

-Jamie

I drink milk
From a tilf
Brady's mom is a total milf

Daddy owns an SUV
Last night he tried to run over me
He claims he couldn't see
Brady's mom's pepper spray got in his eye
What a funny guy
The only thing he could do in that situation was lie
That's how our dog Scott curled up and died

Wrestling is bad, wrestling is bad
Sadly the old people watch it like it's the latest fad
The acting is bad, wrestling is bad

Brady's mom is walking down the street
My dad sprints out just so he could greet... her
I think it's absurd
Coz Brady's mom called daddy a big turd
Gorgonzola cheese squirted on Big Bird

Saurkraut is bad, saurkraut is bad
Sadly the Germans eat it like it's the latest fad
The taste is bad, saurkraut is bad

Brady's dad is walking towards dad-e
Dad ran back to the house screaming like a dog in heat.
I heard a clap
I saw dad
Laid out on the grass like he was taking a nap
Don't listen to Ernie it's only a trap

Arguing is bad, arguing is bad
Sadly the president does it like it's the latest fad
Arguing is bad, arguing is bad

(END)

Sorry, couldn't resist! : )

Oh, she catches her breath the way a cat catches tongues
She poured herself a glass of sump'n sump'n and then she's gone.
The kids all trailed her footprints along the One-one-seventy-nine
but when they got themselves down to the scene of the crime
She was serenading and quotin' Nietsche, and doin' Jung
they had to exorcise her demons, cleanse her heart and clear her lungs.
There was a grand ceremony, yes,  with all ceremonial things
"Oh She burned good" a man was heard whispering,
But she was...all awake
She was a-a-a-a-all awake.

The slackjawed virgin mothers rest their glasses by the bar,
smiling indiscriminately at the boys with cars.
Singin': "I know you want one'em girls who can think,
but I'ma take you down round town and you can do me by the sink"
And she said: "This best be brief, boy, I ain't got the time of day
I need salvation proper like I need your chevrolet",
So the conversation ended and she got her clothes back on agin
Well, she slit her wrists that mornin' by the cross-word puzzle's end.
And she was...
Torn and changed.
Torn and Changed.
How changed? Pretty changed. All changed.

So now the plot begins to thicken and all the youngens go to bed
dreaming sweetly about lynchings and the birthdays of the dead
Them harlots gone to heaven, and the preachers gone to hell
Took to the to two-a-clock to Brooklyn, now they're makin' out
'cause this is New York.


It's basically lyrics I wrote to a Regina Spektor song called "Back of a truck".
For some reason the song developed into quasi mountain-talk at some point...