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[Goatseboy]

I've written a shitload of stuff, but my musical failure (I cannot write music to save my life) is pissing me off. Nonetheless, I want to share some of my wank, mainly because i've not the balls to perform anything as of yet. A few of these have rough things written, but I'm giving up until I get something better than my laptop mike to record on. I do enjoy writing despite suspicions that my talents lie elsewhere, and my Ipod note function is an absolute life-saver in that regard. Comments appreciated, abuse tolerated, sex directed to the tent next to the portaloos

Anyways

"Finite"

I was sitting in my room
Chilling to my best
Strummed out a few chords
That seemed to stand a test

But then I found to my horror
I was ripping off  
Gates Of The West

We're running out of chords
And we're running out of rhymes
We're running out of soundtrack
locomotion to our lives

Has human ingenuity
Really reached it's limit?
I see a sea of infringement
and I don't wanna swim itv

We're running out of chords
And we're running out of rhymes
We're running out of soundtrack
locomotion to our lives

So many combinations ate left
Until  creativity become bereft?

Is this the end of the bedroom guitariists?
The acoustic romantics who busk outside florists?
It may be that way soon
But we can't say that till another Frank Turner breaks through
But think about the problem in the mindset of this
Now there's back cataloguez
Too huge to miss

We're running out of chords
And we're running out of rhymes
We're running out of soundtrack
We're running out of soundtrack
locomotion of our lives

"Blood and Sinew"
Blood and sinews are knitted together
On a chasis of bone and meat
Nerves and their endings
Continually extending
To keep the whole operation complete

This is what our bodies are made of
We can't help our design

But will the gift of thought
account for nought
Is sentience really a burden?
Who I am should be defined by me
Not the feedback from some other person

Geography accounts for so much
Our colours our nations our feeds
But our region
should not make us legion
Humanity should guide our creeds

Social creatures are what we are
We can't help our design

But will the gift of thought account for nought
Is sentience really a burden?
Who I am should be defined by me
Not the feedback from some other person

Guilt does exist for a reason
It tells you when you are a fool
Kindness not hate is a trait that's innate
It's part of our design too

I can't say it's bad
When I help the sad
Or share the things that I own
I want to acknowledge
The greatness
The courage
In aiding
our equal
fellow man

So screw all the needs of those national greeds
We are people one and the same
Sentience and reason are not a treason
We are people by nature
Not place



"Shafted"
This is a song
About right fron wrong
Attacking the base of the City throne
Something went on
It's been going long
People forget and just let them go

They took whacha got
Raised rates a lot
Before you know it
You're outta ya home

Don't leave your house
Or you let them ppunce
Don't look at them twice they turn your assets to stone

They didn't get shot
But they profitted lots
Nothing has changed
They make ministers groan

Don't leave your house
Or you let them ppunce
Don't look at them twice they turn your assets to stone

It's a year gone on
Things recovered some
But jobless are jobless
Some people are broke

It's fucking wrong and it makes me sick
The money they took whilst remaining slick
They got away, didn't have to pay
The wrath of the people was a slap on tje wrist
The government said and continues to say
We'll stop their thieving in the light of day
Nothing has xhanged and nothing will
3 main parties not got the fucking will

Don't leave your house
Or you let them ppunce
Don't look at them twice they turn your assets to stone

Don't take their advice
No matter how nice
They'll lend you today
But to secure their pay
Bailiffs will come at the end of the month

[Renan]

Well,if you are trying to do a pop music you have failed.

[TheGrimReaper]

Wow!  

Those are probably some of the best lyrics I've seen.

Definitely better than my horrible writing skills.
And I haven't written any songs lately anyway, because I'm out of ideas.

[Goatseboy]

Thanks folks

Anyways, this is another song I have dragged off my Ipooed. At the very least it exists on the internet incase my Ipod decides to format itself.

"That Guy"

I am gonna play this song
It's gonna drone
On andon
About how everything is wronhg
And where my self respect has gone

It feels so fucking harsh
People are walking past
My circumstances stay half mast
Waiting for someone to
Throw
Me
a
rope

Now I feel the pressure on
To perform my best and some
To attain a grace keep strong
To stand out amongst the throng

It feels so fucking harsh
Swamped in my morality marsh
Clad in the starched whites
Of
My
O-pin-yuns

Now i'm out and i'm needing a shit
Spent £70 on my egos clit
Protest is imminent and beer has hit
The coppers are chasing, the protest won't quit

On the way home on the train
Things appear to be the same
At least Nelson's Column got maimed
Take
That
You
Cunts

[Goatseboy]

A bowdlerised description of the Russian revolution and the inherent problems of Stalinism.



Could you ever feel the black sea rising
Could you ever feel the deathly cold
Could you ever feel the peasant’s suffering
Have you ever marched on a king before?

The people took up arms and they came up fighting
The streets ran with blood all about St Petersburg
In the end the red flag was with the sun rising
And the blood of the tyrant darkened the snow

It began at first with the free folk cheering
But given little time that tune changed so
Monarchy abolished had freed them one way
But bureaucrats came and rechained them all

Would you ever fear a politburo beating?
Would you ever notice your neighbours gone?
Would you ever notice ethnicities missing?
Would you ever notice everything was wrong?

fiddle about with the instrument bit

Have you ever seen the eerie cameras
Have you ever felt the policecmans stare
Have you ever feared for your freedom leaving?
Could you believe that noone cares

Soon we will slip into blind oblivion
But without employment and education
Reduced to serfdom via ignorance
Have you ever seen a tyrant rise unknown?

[Goatseboy]

Funnily enough, i've actually written music to all of these songs now, so it's a misnomer, but i'd still appreciate feedback on the wordy words, even if it's negative to anyone viewing this thread. Anyways

Life's about just fucking around
It's ups-and-downs-and-roundabouts
Life's about just mellowing out
It's ups-and-downs-and-roundabouts
Life's about not being held down
It's ups-and-downs-and-roundabouts
In this town
I got time for hanging about

This might sound well obnoxious
It must sound way pretenious
But at the end
It's just a making of sound

Life's about just fucking around
It's ups-and-downs-and-roundabouts
Life's about just mellowing out
It's ups-and-downs-and-roundabouts
Life's about not being held down
It's ups-and-downs-and-roundabouts
In this town
I got time for hanging about

We all do
Make our judgements
But we can
Override them
Just make sure
You're nobody's dog
Folks can make you break you
Times can shake you stable you
In this town
I got time for hanging about


Life's about just fucking around
It's ups-and-downs-and-roundabouts
Life's about just mellowing out
It's ups-and-downs-and-roundabouts
Life's about not being held down
It's ups-and-downs-and-roundabouts
In this town
I got time for hanging about

Getting hurt is fucking rough
No matter just how tough
For every good night you have
A bad one is happening too
One life is all you get
So live without regrets
Bad things good things all will happen to youuuuuu

Life's about just fucking around
It's ups-and-downs-and-roundabouts
Life's about just mellowing out
It's ups-and-downs-and-roundabouts
Life's about not being held down
It's ups-and-downs-and-roundabouts
In any town
I got time for hanging about
I said in any town
I got time for hanging about
Even in villages
I got time for hanging about
Especially in the city
I got time for hanging about
But mostly the country
All time is hanging about