Stuff I wrote when I should be working or doing Homework

Hey all this is my first post. I like writing lyrics and I'm constantly thinking in music, it's a blessing and a curse, but I do appreciate it! I'd love some feedback on what you see as I can always improve somewhere. You might find a lot of mis spellings, cut me some slack there as a lot of this is very stream of conscience for me and sometimes it breaks the flow to stop for grammar. If you like what you see or hate it tell me. Tell me if you want to record it tell me... if I record it I'll figure out a way to point you towards an MP3 or something. Where I can, I'll try to add my thoughts behind the lyric.

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So what

Hey watch them screw me over for the very last time
I don’t know why I even give a dam
I toil all day
Wasting my time,
And oh the look on their face as they draw near to my line
I don’t care
I don’t know
I don’t dare
Stop and cope with me
Stop yelling at me, so

I took it all at face value
Moving back and forth
With the ins and out
So what
So what
So what


This was one of the first ones I wrote when I got in this morning... the amount of work I had to do to day isn't always obvious at first...but these words sneak in and have to be written through out the day, I think this one was punk flavored, but definatly unfinished


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So your borderline psychotic and I’m a bit neurotic, a match made in heaven.
Or hell, well I can’t tell
I don’t know anymore before we open doors, let’s focus.
We’ll bring it into focus, make a game plan
What if it all goes wrong?

So when you go manic, and I start to panic
Pushing all your buttons
Lets know for certain, (everything’s fine).
Abuse an open mind
Well maybe this time things will go better
I forgot my sweater; I’m going back inside.
Come on lets run and hide (lets run and hide)
Lets run and hide


So I don’t need any more pills
I’ve had my fill
I think they make me ill
Or make the world go still
Come on where’s your will?
And can you drink this swill?

So when you go manic, and I start to panic
Pushing all your buttons
Lets know for certain, (everything’s fine).
Abuse an open mind
Well maybe this time things will go better
I forgot my sweater; I’m going back inside.
Come on lets run and hide (lets run and hide)
Lets run and hide



I think the style was rock... Made for a man to sing.
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Are you watching me?
Cause I’m so confused
I’m holding out my hands to every stranger I see
But they’re laughing at me
I’ve got nothing to loose

Kept my eye on the prize
I gave rise to every clichéd line
We built a crystal palace of tears
And it took years to regain what we lost

Was everything ok? That day you wanted to say
What was on your mind?
Are you holding back again?
We, change the shape of time open mind


You see wht I mean when I say I write stuff that needs work sometimes... this one started out with me looking at a picture of some model and then it got strange.



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UWS

(V)
I think we’ve been had, (we got swindled)
For every dollar we made
Every breath (everyone) is
Laughing at us

(C)
And it was fun but now,
The joke is on us (stop and stare)
The joke is on us (but we don’t care)
Who’s laughing now?
(are you trying to hard?)
who's crying now?
(are you emotional?)
livin here on the upper west

(V)
You might say that I’ve changed (but I don’t see it)
You might say that I’ve grown (but I don’t care)
But nothings different
Everything is constant.
And
it was fun but now,
The joke is on us (stop and stare)
The joke is on us (but we don’t care)
Who’s laughing now?
(are you trying to hard?)

(c)
who's crying now?
(are you emotional?)
livin here on the upper west
(B)
Step out to the top of my building
Step out to the roof and I shout
Listen world from the top of my lungs
I know I’ve figured it all
Out

(B)
No it’s not about money (but yes it is)
No, no it’s not about sex (but I get plenty)
No it’s not about feelings (but the ones I’ve hurt)
if I said I'm sorry (now)
It’s all about progress (it’s all about fame)
but who’s laughing now?
(are you trying to hard?)
who's crying now?
(are you emotional?)
livin here on the upper west

(End Tag)
Come on come on
Settle down with your wife and kids on the upper west…
side


This one got me exicted, I really like it and hope to record it someday... it's another two voice thing

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(older stuff still on my desktop at work)


Punk


While drunk men beat their drums and the world stopped spinning for the evening news
Several bodies just washed up on your shores aren’t you concerned?
Where did you get your facts when they seem more like fiction?

More blood more gore,
I think they’re still sleeping
More blood more war
There’s not enough violence.

While we go to work each day, the world kept turning.
Several babies have been born, they’re future porn stars


Every thing is ok, just go to sleep
Don’t need the warnings

More blood more gore,
I think they’re still sleeping
More blood more war
There’s not enough violence.

Got turn off your Tv and just start dancing
If a bomb fall from the sky, it’s over anyway
Just die with a smile…it might take a while
Turn off your TV’s


I think this one could rock...and ya it's pretty punk.

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Song #1835



I was sick of myself the image in the mirror staring back at me was like another creation. This wasn’t me it was some made up thing some imposture with a pretty face, but beauty fades away and when it fades away it’s gone forever they say. I can’t see why you want to take this away from me. And it’s like I’m home again
alone again in my room how I fear the doom and gloom of the state I’m in
and the darkness that hold it in… I’m on the outside looking in and wondering why I lied so much to my friends and my love life isn’t what it used to be now that I’m all grown up I’ve taken my time about everything and everything goes way but it comes back to haunt me, and when it haunts me it hurts.
At night I turn out the lights and I go to sleep alone as I lay there and wonder what’s wrong with me and am I right for this.

I was sick of myself, and tired of all the questions that would come on down as if from off the top of my head. I had to let this go somehow. And when you let things linger as long as I had well it grows it festers it changes every thing and all the hurt it brings to your heart. I shouldn’t be so morbid, I know I know. You only want to help me but I’ve got to start it own my own and I guess I have to admit the hard part is done, maybe.


I had this image in my head about a male model that was insecure about his looks and future... and had this pop out, it's just him and a piano it's not finished and probably not too coherant.

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What would happen if we all got up and walked to the sea?
Enjoyed Mother Nature and all her beauty.
If we took our money and threw it in the ocean
Cleansed our bodies and economy

What if everything where perfect and we all worked for the greater good
What if no matter what we made we all had enough
There was no greed
There was no violence
And we all were stars
And we could dine on mars
Could travel back in time
And end all war with flowers and love?

What if the sky were purple and the rain electric blue?
We’d look to the sun and its radiation would make us strong.
What if mutants could cure all sickness and the mentally ill were idols

What if being manic were the norm

Just where the hell I was going with is really beyond me.
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Thats it for today