How come there's only a few people in the world who can write gooood lyrics

[Fletch XXX]

Even though some things are better left unsaid
There's a few things I need to get off my chest
I need to vent - let me tell you why

I'm suicidal, maniacal, self-destructive
You leave me no hope, no life
Nothing worth living for
I've taken it, can't take it anymore
My worst nightmare
You make me want to slit my own fucking throat
Just so I'll be rid of you
Just to get rid of you

You self-righteous fuck
Give me a reason not to rip your fucking face off
Why don't you take a good look in these eyes
Cause I'm the one that's gonna tear your fucking heart
out
My hate is contagious; you've got no one to run to
EXILE

Just tell me fucking why everything becomes an issue
Your opinion is always senseless - fuck this
You make my fucking skin crawl
I've lived with it - can't stand anymore
My worst nightmare
I want to take a bullet in the fucking head
Every time I think of you, every time I think of you

You self-righteous fuck
Give me a reason not to rip your fucking face off
Why don't you take a good look in these eyes
Cause I'm the one that's gonna tear your fucking heart
out
My hate is contagious
Anyone else need to vent?
You've tried my tolerance; I just want you to die

There's nothing more for me to say
There's nothing more for you to say
There's nothing more for us to say
I fucking hate you anyway
EXILE

Can't count the ways that you light my fuckin fuse
I can't tolerate the sight of you, the thought of you or
anything about you
You know what I want to see?
How many ways can a loser fucking lose
I know you'll find a way
The humility awakening the idiot inside
You spineless fucking maggot - you're just wasting my
time
Get out of my face - Get out of my life
Out of my fucking way - Just die

[MattO]

True. Here's a gem.

Are there any clean washcloths dear?

I am going to empty this ashtray, in about half an hour.

Should this glass be sitting on this particular corner of the table?

See that pencil.

I used to have one just like that.

See that pencil! I did.

I had one just like it!!

A clean towel is in the closet.

a clean towel is in the closet.

This is a wonderful day.

The shelf is nailed to the wall.

this is a wonderful day!

I wish my mommy would call.

[Libertine]

Eyeballs for breakfast
Jack off for lunch
I'd like you better if you had a fuckin hahahaha
Let's fuck- let's fuck
I'm made of rubber
You're made of glue
I wanna stick my fucking cock inside of you
Let's Fuck
I am the best fuckin fuck in the whole USA
I can fuck you to death, I can fuck you to stay(?)
I am the best fucking fuck in the whole fuckin world
Dog eat dog, boy eat girl
I'm the duke of fuckin earl
Let's fuck
Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed
Old enough to pee then she's old enough for me
Let's fuck

[Morgan]

Waiting here on line
Suddenly from behind
She's still a block away
Why'd it have to be today
Now what do I see
She recognizes me
She hugs and squeezes me
She's the Spandex Enormity

She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat
Then she yells is this trick or treat
It's too late she asks me for a date
Before I'd fuck you I'd rather masturbate
Spandex, Spandex Enormity
A beast sent from Hell to plague me with misery

What a fucking beast
Her ass alone would be a feast
And her love drippings
Contained a stench of rotted yeast
The show must go on
It's the end of me
Taking up the whole front row
It's the Spandex Enormity

She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat
Then she yells is this trick or treat
It's too late she asks me for a date
Before I'd fuck you I'd rather masturbate
Spandex, Spandex Enormity
A beast sent from hell to plague me with misery

As we were walking off stage
You're waiting to come back
She's got a back stage pass
Oh no
I hide my head
The sight of you I dread
Her chubby little fingers grab my ass
Don't talk to me, talk to Nick, talk to Nick
Why does it always have to be me
You fucking fat bitch
I've had enough of you
Take your blubber buns and leave
She left here in tears
Followed by her rear
I could not help she's fat

She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat
Then she yells is this trick or treat
It's too late she asks me for a date
Before I'd fuck I'd rather masturbate
Spandex, Spandex Enormity
A beast sent from Hell to plague me with misery

[Morgan]

fun things to fuck. fun things to fuck. fun things to fuck. fun things to fuck. fuck the front door, fuck the back. fuck the good girls with the knack. fuck the government until they fuck you back. fuck a muslim, fuck a jew. fuck fans of blink 182. that's illegal if you were born in '83. yeah, yeah, yeah. fuck a bean cheese burrito. fuck a bowl of cookie dough. fuck the space between the big and neighbor toe. fuck a cop, fuck a marine. fuck a jar of vaseline. fuck a calzone with pepperoni. fuck a midget, fuck a dwarf. fuck chris cringle with an elf. but before you fuck it all...

...go fuck yourself!

[BV]

Question for ya Fletch:

When someone writes a song do they have the music sound part (melody or beat) already in their mind? or do they come up with that after they have the lyrics?

[Morgan]

according to the musicians i hang with, lyrics come first..

i suppose you need to feel out the song before you put music to it. kinda like a book becoming a movie.

im sure everyone's different though

[v4 media]

When I go down the street
The people watch me shiver and shake
I'm a prisoner of a demon
I think my head's about to break
It stays with me wherever I go
I can't break away from its hold
This must be my punishment
For selling my soul

Too much pressure, my pulse is rising
My heart is pounding, my head really hurts
I can't take it, all this pressure
From all these things inside of me
Everywhere I look I see them
Everywhere I go they're at
What did I do to deserve this
Why won't they just leave my body

Are they people or are they spirits
Do they belong to the human race
Why do they want me so bad
Why won't they come out of their hiding place
i can't see them, but I know they're here
i can feel it in my veins
All this pressure on my body
Is causing all my strength to drain

Am I crazy, or am I insane
Or have I already lost my mind
Is it real, or is it fake
Or am I in a permanent bind
Am I in power or am I a slave
Who in hell is in control
Am I still living, or am I dead
Do I still have a soul

I know I can't keep going this way
I have to give my mind some leisure
If I keep on going like this
I never again will taste pleasure
If they will not break the oath
I will have to disband
I have lost all control
this thing has now taken command

[Fletch XXX]

Originally Posted by BV

Question for ya Fletch:

When someone writes a song do they have the music sound part (melody or beat) already in their mind? or do they come up with that after they have the lyrics?

Good song writers have the entire melody in their head lyrically and then the music is based on that.

But also, many bands perform instrumentals, and then the singer will take that home and basically listen to it forever and write to it.

Bon Scott did it both ways which is why you can find AC/DC songs with "alternate lyrics" But this will vary from band to band and song writer to song writer. Usually, the one who creates the melody of the song is given song credit.

[Fletch XXX]

A cross upon her bedroom wall.
From grace she will fall.
An image burning in her mind.
And between her thighs.

A dying God-man full of pain.
When will you cum again?
Before him beg to serve or please.
On your back or knees.
There's no forgiveness for her sins.
Prefers punishment?
Would you suffer eternally.
Or internally?

For her lust.
She'll burn in hell.
Her soul done medium well.
All through mass manual stimulation.
Salvation.

Body of Christ.
She needs.
The body of Christ.

She'd like to know God.
Ooh love God.
Feel her God.
Inside of her - deep inside of her.

Jesus Christ looks like me.

[J-$]

*fart noise*

[Dalai lama]

Originally Posted by J-$

*fart noise*

[Pipecrew]

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way


Cash

[The Truth Hurts]

god damn i wish all these whiny bitches would just kill themselves already and quit writing crappy songs about it.

[Manowar]

Originally Posted by J-$

*fart noise*

[reynold]

My bet.

Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
I?m just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because I?m easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesn?t really matter to me,
To me

Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now he?s dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now I?ve gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didn?t mean to make you cry-
If I?m not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-

Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Body?s aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-I?ve got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I don?t want to die,
I sometimes wish I?d never been born at all-

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But I?m just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
He?s just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-can?t do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,

Any way the wind blows....

[tristan_D]

many are called to write lyrics, but only few are chosen to write the best lyrics.

[SykkBoy]

Originally Posted by Fletch XXX

A cross upon her bedroom wall.
From grace she will fall.
An image burning in her mind.
And between her thighs.

A dying God-man full of pain.
When will you cum again?
Before him beg to serve or please.
On your back or knees.
There's no forgiveness for her sins.
Prefers punishment?
Would you suffer eternally.
Or internally?

For her lust.
She'll burn in hell.
Her soul done medium well.
All through mass manual stimulation.
Salvation.

Body of Christ.
She needs.
The body of Christ.

She'd like to know God.
Ooh love God.
Feel her God.
Inside of her - deep inside of her.

Jesus Christ looks like me.

I love that song....going to have to crank up some Type O when I get home...

[seeric]

i bet xxxjay could write some dope lyrics with or without being on a good bender.

[Jace]

Well it's been ten years and a thousand tears
And look at the mess I'm in
A broken nose and a broken heart,
An empty bottle of gin
Well I sit and I pray
In my broken down Chevrolet
While I'm singin' to myself
There's got to be another way

[Chorus:]
Take away, take away
Take away this ball and chain
Well I'm lonely and I'm tired
And I can't take any more pain
Take away, take away
Never to return again
Take away, take away
Take away
Take away this ball and chain

Well I've searched and I've searched
To find the perfect life
A brand new car and a brand new suit
I even got me a little wife
But wherever I have gone
I was sure to find myself there
You can run all your life
But not go anywhere

[Chorus:]
Take away, take away
Take away this ball and chain
Well I'm sick and I'm tired
And I can't take any more pain
Take away, take away
Never to return again
Take away, take away
Take away
Take away this ball and chain

Well I'll pass the bar on the way
To my dingy hotel room
I spent all my money
I've been drinkin' since half past noon
Well I'll wake there in the mornin'
Or maybe in the county jail
Times are hard getting harder
I'm born to lose and destined to fail

[Chorus:]
Take away, take away
Take away this ball and chain
Well I'm lonely and I'm tired
And I can't take any more pain
Take away, take away
Never to return again
Take away, take away
Take away
Take away this ball and chain

[Jace]

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that?s real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear my crown of shit
On my liar?s chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time
The feeling disappears
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

[poppet]

Damn I love Type O. *drool*

But this is always a great little jingle for those times when I'm pissed off.





Fuckin your pussy was like fucking the wound from a shotgun blast. With gangrene.


Looking back at all the times we had,
I wish I could tell ya' that they weren't all so bad.
But in the end we were just wasting our time,
Yeah I knew what you were but I was out of my mind.
Lost my mind...

I knew you were common when we started this thing,
So very common with your everyday dreams.
But I was desperate for a heart of gold,
So I took a chance and I came in from the cold.
Life's so cold...

I oughta have my fucking head examined for screwing with a skank like you.
But it wasn't like I really felt for you, I was just cold and empty through and through...

Let me let you in on a little secret, fellas: If she sucks great cock, she's a pro. And if she'll spread on the first date, she's a ho.

I thought you were something but you proved me wrong.
Money is your only god, what a tired boring old song.
Just another coward out to sell your soul but it just goes to show that
Nothing in this world is forever.
And people are all the same.
And there's no such thing as love.
It left me choking like a candle in the cold hard rain.

You were so common, you were so cheap,
Another coke snortin' slut from the barroom scene.
But brother, I was so empty, I was so blind,
I turned my back on the truth before my very eyes.

'cause sister, you could have been anybody.
You could have been anyone.
All I needed was anybody,
All I needed was anyone.

[poppet]

One more.

I don't take no crap from anybody...... else but you.
I wear the pants around here.....when I'm finished with your laundry.
'Cause I'm a guy you don't want to fight,
when I say "jump" you say "yeah, right".
I'm the man of this house..... until you get home.

What I say goes around here..... right out the window.
And I don't want to hear a lot of whining.. ... so I'll shut up.
The sooner you learn who's boss around here,
the sooner you can give me my orders, dear.
'Cause I am the head honcho around here..... but it's all in my head.

And I can have sex anytime..... that you want.
'Cause I'm a man who has needs..... but they're not that important.
And don't expect any flowers from me,
because if I'm not mistaken you prefer jewelry.
I'm the king of my castle.... when you're not around.

And I'll drink and watch sports whenever I want..... to get in trouble.
And I'll come home when I'm good and ready..... to sleep on the couch.
Because a man's got to do what a man's got to do,
and I'm going to do what you tell me to.
Because I'm top dog around here..... but I've been neutered!

[BucksMania]

what about Curt Cobain?