Genesis
21st October 2003, 06:27 AM
Ok guys I thought I'd make this topic because I like to share my work and I'm sure other people do too. I'd appreciate if this stayed a fairly serious topic though, I really don't want to hear songs about bowel movements and stuff like that. Oh and be nice! Don't be overly critical of people's writings. Nothing hurts a writer or an artist worse than people putting down something they poured their soul into. Ok well I'll start things off with a couple of my songs.
Open Letter
I got a lot of rage in my heart
Feelings come and go, like art
I wanted to write an open letter to my father
Demand to know why he left me all alone with her…
But I don’t really know him…
So how can I deplore him….
Check my brain, it’s good to go
Ready to perish and vanquish my woe
Every time I’m feeling good
My mama will come and chop me like wood
Oh no, it’s happened again
She slapped me again
Made me think I’m stone cold bad
When in reality it’s she who is mad
As I write this song, I stop to look around
Fearing my mama will stomp down here
And shred my paper and call me a queer
Oh no, it’s happened again
She slapped me again
Made me think I’m stone cold bad
When in reality it’s she who is mad
No one’s perfect but I’d like to believe
That my mom and daddy were not of such creed
Oh no, it’s happened again
She slapped me again
Made me think I’m stone cold bad
When in reality it’s she who is mad
I just wrote this one the other day
Dirty White Merc
On a run down estate, lives a man who could’ve been a star
Sitting in his two bedroom flat, he stays in all day
His wife, if you can call her that, pushes him to find a job
But he’d rather stay at home all day, waste away not achieving his dream
Once, twenty years ago, he had a life
Wrote a song, had a hit, made some cash and thought he had it all
Now all that does remain, after years of abuse
Is a dirty white Merc on the corner of the road
No, why did it have to come to this
In lack of focus, apathy shall reign
Now he needs to find his way
He needs to have his day
And leave behind his darkness
Did you forget him, no one really knows him, not any more
Does he have kids, two who deal drugs, one not old enough to know his father has no luck
Nothing in the fridge, nothing in the larder
Nothing left for him to do but stare into the void
No, why did it have to come to this
In lack of focus, apathy shall reign
Now he needs to find his way
He needs to have his day
And leave behind his darkness
No, why did it have to come to this
In lack of focus, apathy shall reign
Now he needs to find his way
He needs to have his day
And leave behind his darkness
Open Letter
I got a lot of rage in my heart
Feelings come and go, like art
I wanted to write an open letter to my father
Demand to know why he left me all alone with her…
But I don’t really know him…
So how can I deplore him….
Check my brain, it’s good to go
Ready to perish and vanquish my woe
Every time I’m feeling good
My mama will come and chop me like wood
Oh no, it’s happened again
She slapped me again
Made me think I’m stone cold bad
When in reality it’s she who is mad
As I write this song, I stop to look around
Fearing my mama will stomp down here
And shred my paper and call me a queer
Oh no, it’s happened again
She slapped me again
Made me think I’m stone cold bad
When in reality it’s she who is mad
No one’s perfect but I’d like to believe
That my mom and daddy were not of such creed
Oh no, it’s happened again
She slapped me again
Made me think I’m stone cold bad
When in reality it’s she who is mad
I just wrote this one the other day
Dirty White Merc
On a run down estate, lives a man who could’ve been a star
Sitting in his two bedroom flat, he stays in all day
His wife, if you can call her that, pushes him to find a job
But he’d rather stay at home all day, waste away not achieving his dream
Once, twenty years ago, he had a life
Wrote a song, had a hit, made some cash and thought he had it all
Now all that does remain, after years of abuse
Is a dirty white Merc on the corner of the road
No, why did it have to come to this
In lack of focus, apathy shall reign
Now he needs to find his way
He needs to have his day
And leave behind his darkness
Did you forget him, no one really knows him, not any more
Does he have kids, two who deal drugs, one not old enough to know his father has no luck
Nothing in the fridge, nothing in the larder
Nothing left for him to do but stare into the void
No, why did it have to come to this
In lack of focus, apathy shall reign
Now he needs to find his way
He needs to have his day
And leave behind his darkness
No, why did it have to come to this
In lack of focus, apathy shall reign
Now he needs to find his way
He needs to have his day
And leave behind his darkness