Obligatory!
Ok, so everyone does the obligatory lyrics in their LJ, but these ones are mine, they SUCK SOOOO BAD! but whatever.
Here ya' go:
So this first one is an instance of basing a song off another one, this one is based on a dead milkmen song, the italic stuff is just spoken, its really fucked up cuz nichole and I were going crazy so we wrote this:
{Italic means spoken}
A few days ago I was walking towards my local pawn shop when I was splattered with a drop from overhead, and as I began to look up it seemed that everything was starting to go in slow motion, as that one drop fell, a million more followed and I was just fast enough to get under the awning of the nearby butcher’s shop, but I cannot say the same for my dear friend.
The pink boot overflows, the water spills around,
The foot inside the boot is told not to make a sound,
As the foot is suffocated, the boot gives out a squeal,
And the man upon the floor divulged: “my name is John McBeal”
As those million drops followed, my friend skittered around trying to find cover, completely unnoticing of the fact that I was completely sheltered from this storm of drenching splatters, he receded to his collection of tattered boxes being slowly devoured by these torrential warriors, the boxes were soaked and almost completely disintegrated, but that still didn’t bring him down.
The pink boot overflows, the water spills around,
The foot inside the boot is told not to make a sound,
As the foot is suffocated, the boot gives out a squeal,
And the man upon the floor divulged: “my name is John McBeal”
For this man was crazy, in fact, he was completely out of his mind, but that seemed pretty good because he was submerged in utter glee, so I went over to this strange new fellow and asked him his name, to which he kindly responded.
The pink boot overflows, the water spills around,
The foot inside the boot is told not to make a sound,
As the foot is suffocated, the boot gives out a squeal,
And the man upon the floor divulged: “my name is John McBeal”
So I began to talk with John, well I wasn’t really talking with him it was more talking to him, and it was a good way to pass the time, because of course I couldn’t leave… on account of the rain and all… so John and I sat there for a while until the rain went away, which was when I got up and started to leave, but of course at that moment John began to talk and persuaded me to stay, so I told him some more stuff and eventually got up again, to which John screamed with fury:
The pink boot overflows! The water spills around!
The foot inside the boot is told not to make a sound!
As the foot is suffocated! The boot gives out a squeal!
And the man upon the floor divulged: “my name is John McBeal”!
The pink boot overflows! The water spills around!
The foot inside the boot is told not to make a sound!
As the foot is suffocated! The boot gives out a squeal!
And the man upon the floor divulged: “my name is John McBeal”!
Really, don't ask, anyway, this next one was originally done to the tune of the vandals' oi to the world, I have new music for it now:
All my freakin’ life you’ve force-fed me this shit,
Telling me what’s okay, what’s good and what’s legit,
I’m not being anti-christian, or anti-USA,
But don’t make children memorize the lies and shit you say,
The pledge of allegiance, is keeping them in line,
Shout “Bloody hell! We’ll all rebel!!” and grow a fucking spine,
Stand up for what you think is right, for a better youth,
The road of life is long and shouldn’t need a damn toll booth,
So raise up your voices! Knock down your doors!
Be your liberator, don’t take shit anymore!
They say that this is, the land of the free,
But those outside america, have more rights than me!
So all you fucking Nazis and the fucking KKK,
Better get the hell away ‘cause we won’t let you stay,
Your hate is obsolete, it’s a fucking waste of time,
Irrelevant, disturbing, and like a damn hate-crime,
So raise up your voices! Knock down your doors!
Be your liberator, don’t take shit anymore!
They say that this is, the land of the free,
But those outside America, have more rights than me!
The big eared pig sits on his throne guzzling oil like beer,
Unknowing of the fact that his empire’s end is so near,
Air-raid sirens, bombs from overhead,
No more survivors, almost everyone is dead,
We might as well just quit now, no more good can come,
Suicide, move underground, live in the fucking slums,
But No! We will rise up, we won’t just sit and stay,
We will rebel, you’ll go to hell, we’ll see another day,
Look to the horizon, look to your last hope,
Don’t end up like bush, or the goddamned pope,
So raise up your voices! Knock down your doors!
Be your liberator, don’t take shit anymore!
They say that this is, the land of the free,
But those outside America, have more rights than me!
{harder}
So raise up your voices! Knock down your doors!
Be your liberator, don’t take shit anymore!
They say that this is, the land of the free,
But those outside America, have more rights than me!
Next one doesnt have music yet, but here is it:
Absence {incomplete}
When I had friends, I was happy,
When they hated me I got up and I ran,
But now they're back, so I should be happy,
But that's the thing I cannot understand,
{chorus}
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
I think that it makes it drift away,
Even if this is what I love, it's not home, and I can never stay,
People, all around me,
Some are strangers, some I know and hate,
But when the hate, begins to surround me,
I know I can't be chosen for this fate!
{chorus}
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder
I think that it makes it drift away,
Home is where you heart is and my heart is growing smaller every day!
The next one has been changed a lot since I originally wrote it but im too lazy to type the new one:
Funk With a Capitol P!
{Italic means chorus} (the song needs more to it)
Weeee’re here to sing a song about some very special guys,
Who don’t imitate or play in disguise,
Whether fightin’ like braves or bein’ good time boys,
The fab four from California sure can make some noise!
Musical genius, I bet you’ve never seen this,
John Chad and Anthony, and the funky licks of Flea,
Knocking down walls, building up towers,
Talent is an understatement, they must have superpowers!
Theeey, control over sound like a brain controls a head,
With music so strong it can raise up the dead,
They evolve over time, putting matter after mind,
And showing through emotion, that they sure know how to rhyme!
Musical genius, I bet you’ve never seen this,
John Chad and Anthony, and the funky licks of Flea,
Knocking down walls, building up towers,
Talent is an understatement, they must have superpowers!
Red Hot Chili Peppers, are better than the top,
And after more than 20 years, they still won’t stop,
They’ve touched our hearts and provoked our minds,
And have become gods of music through the passing of time!
Musical genius, I bet you’ve never seen this,
John Chad and Anthony, and the funky licks of Flea,
Knocking down walls, building up towers,
Talent is an understatement, they must have superpowers!
Musical genius, I bet you’ve never seen this,
John Chad and Anthony, and the funky licks of Flea,
Knocking down walls, building up towers,
Talent is an understatement, they must have superpowers!
I dont even remember writing this next one, it must be pretty old:
{Your own disease, incomplete, italic means chorus.}
Deface your dignity, with insults and lies,
While you bring yourself down, I soar above the sky,
You never learned to care, or maybe you just can’t tell,
That even though we all will die, you’ll go straight to hell,
I’d meet you there myself, but I’ll be six feet down,
A tortured soul, stuck in a box, alive under the ground,
You’ll ask me if it’s worth it, I’m sure it’s meant to be,
Instead of sticking in the past, live in the moment just like me.
You homophobic bastards, you closed-minded creeps,
Death will come, a swift revenge, and snag you in your sleep,
You don’t understand peace, only fucking war,
You’ll sell yourself for money, our country’s just a whore.
Please do hear me now, I’m not just obsolete,
I have views, just like you, and I can face defeat,
Don’t toss me aside, and don’t just run in fear,
Our ideas, make some sense, so open up your ears,
We’re just a few small people, but together we can fight,
Like a brave, don’t be afraid, you can be the light,
Learn your own ideas, don’t be your own disease,
Make us glad, use what you have, don’t end up like me!
You homophobic bastards, you closed-minded creeps,
Death will come, a swift revenge, and snag you in your sleep,
You don’t understand peace, only fucking war,
You’ll sell yourself for money, our country’s just a whore.
You homophobic bastards, you closed-minded creeps,
Death will come, a swift revenge, and snag you in your sleep,
You don’t understand peace, only fucking war,
You’ll sell yourself for money, our country’s just a whore.
I have more, but that's it for now, input is greatly wanted.