I still got more I can send you, kittenx. And btw, if anyone else wants to hear anything… we (my friend and I) have recorded some of these. They come in one of three veins: an indie rock style; trip hop fusion style, and a drum and bass fusion style. So yeah, that’s my shameless plug. Send me a pm!
These are quite possibly some of the best lyrics ever written in the rock and roll genre. You kick ass. I'll bet the songs are great too. I'd be willing to wager that your friend who is helping you compose this stuff is as brilliant, if not more so, than you. I would love to read some lyrics/poetry with aquatic references, or sex/aquatic references. Also, you should listen to Captain Beefheart, as his music and lyrics provide a window into a much larger intellectual realm. Oh, and quit dating girls who are obviously retarded. -Johnny BANG
I was wondering when you were going to join up... lol Sex/aquatic lyrics huh? You wanted to write something called “hot mama” so I think we’ll just have to adjust that and write “hot tub mama” and here you go…. Candles on porcelain lip illumine a jet stirred lather lagoon of steam cloud tentacles readying up the afternoon and we’ll connect tongues we’ll flesh the rock and slide sink into the seat and ride …hot mama bite your bottom lip, hot mama I want your hips to grip, hot mama Let go, lean back, stretch out in the hot tub of cosmic love
Hot Sweaty Mama whose bovine nostrils gasp and snort whose pear-shaped profile could eclipse sun and moon and stars and often does even in darkened hallways her furry brow is not knotted in deep reverance or comtemplation of archaic beginnings but twists and mocks us all as we stand idly by in line to buy NASCAR tickets
Ladylove, dare we compare reactions against actions? Can we contain the bitter bomb fused from more interaction? I hesitate to think about; I shudder at the mention of; I compartmentalize personality and retreat. Disorder… Distorted circadian waves…. Distraught rapid eye dream…. Wish I couldn't feel anything.
i enjoy everything you write; you are very talented. i especially loved "she's a million dreams". it is so captivating and choppy way in a way that reads like a person's thoughts. lovely work.
she doesn’t shine or glow in the garden. her gaze is meticulous, collected and clear. can she lullaby melodies? I want her avalanching crush of sympathy. a foul night shroud for two vacant eyes. her kill is being buried alive. she leaves from six feet above me. she lied at high power, and it spoke to me. a half-life in panorama receding slowly through electric snow but see the madness in her dying eyes… cool and clean. conspiring with bad intent, carving out the rest of me. she’ll always be dying and it will speak to me. *johnnyB... I know I'd told you I wanted to change some of the lines/words in the first few stanzas. I couldn't come up with jack, so I recede my previous statement and say this should stay the way it was... I'm sure you won't mind, lol
pink carnations incantate radiation drinks rumbling fog waves that inebriate and the time spent here drinking so much beer cold canned medication cancels sobers' buzz all over and we rise in elation past pink carnation we'll park the car at the bar to forget we are only here for today *this previously appeared in another post, but belongs here, now. so there.
Let’s go to the doll house, tonight they’ve got dollar drafts and cute honey’s to deliver shooters in scientific flasks I lay waste to the median and cross into opposing lanes and leave police brigade blockades leveled by hurricanes Rock god’s poetic operas transmit from the radio station, the crushing chorus controlling blood alcohol concentration. I lay waste to the median and cross into opposing lanes and leave police brigade blockades leveled by sonic waves
We met at 9:30 in corner booth under orange orb, leaving hot tag with black felt sharpie sword. she wore a bandana dyed dark blue and black and swore insomniacs fall asleep on their backs and dream about never-ending narcotic prescriptions offering the provisions for high dosage redemption that showers synaptic nets, testing undulating depth till spirals mesmerize and gray matter resets. this red hair turns the heat up every time and I’m awake now, I’m magnetized to lunar eyes she gave a cat like quick look, side to side, her point blank glare an alluring riptide turning insides outside, her eyes implied that hips and hearts, tonight, collide
in corner booth under orange orb was hot tag from felt sharpie sword. her dyed bandana, blue and black, put insomniacs on their backs cos never ending prescriptions are provisions for redemption that overload synaptic nets until mesmerized eyes reset. hairs go up on end every time I’m magnetized to lunar eyes. cat like quick look side to side stopped point blank to imply inside, outside; we’ll joyride. hips and hearts tonight collide.
I love -red hair turns the heat up - ver 1.0- simply because it has more details and creates a more gripping setting, mood and images. ver 2.0 is just as good but I viewed it more as a song than ver 1.0
I’ve come to bring mass disaster. You can’t stop death-ray blaster. I’ll fill your sky with antimatter. Your girlfriend soon will call me master. This robot body can’t be beaten. You’ll be kneeling by the weekend and working while I sleep in with your girlfriend spread and eaten. There’ll be no untouched nations. You’re all united in damnation, burning / melting from radiation while girlfriend loves new occupation.
Eartha opal eyes will keep the sky painted in primal twilight. Our imbalances become stabilized resting on golden goodnight. Under dark's starry diamonds all is as should be… and we wade along elated waves aligning our anomalies. We now require a coiled archaic crib. Our bigger bones entangled won’t keep us from our treasured bliss. We link like nitroglycerine to electricity, and potentially burn away into combined identity.
I deffinitely prefered ver 1.0 over ver 2.0... I liked the extra words and didn't get the same feeling from the second one. LOL @ Magnapanzer! I'm sure I've met that guy, thinks he's all that and a bag of chips, pfft!
no need for nervous quiver but we won’t stay undetected magnetics are on the fly and I am tired of the shadows I’m tired of disguise through to moonrise we should be more than nightcaps bound to end when time’s elapsed our paths are more than feedback distorting a doomed sountrack we could leave the city before morning’s daybreak we could escape to a far away city where we’d change names and unmake heartache we are more than nightcaps our time will conquer time-lapse our path is more than feedback feeding off the soundtrack we achieve all of we we achieve all of we
danger’s come back, my word’s upright, I swear… it’s like she held my hand and led the way upstairs, looking over her shoulder with a narrowed eye stare so dangerous, nothing but. she engraved her name on my back, between my blades, fingernails a crippling cursive scrawl that said baby this, and baby that, and baby, smiles can come back. I’d forgotten her for a while but she remembered. I burned the photographs, tossed the ashes in the trash while she kept a historic storyboard of our old flame reflections, and watched and waited until I caught her, three cars back… and yeah, I thought, even she wouldn’t… then the memories emerged: danger, nothing but.
they say it's best to forget it that it only hurts if you let it but some things are oxygen and some things are home, some things are bleeding with exposed bone and I'm used to sharing microscopic secrets and I'm used to body heat beneath blankets and now I'm cold I can't sleep and I'm so tired I'm so tired
