Together, We Write Lyrics For An Album!

First word of album title is: "Because" because there are not enough albums that start with "because".

So, the album is called... "Because..."

1)Forecast (Blood Slicks on the Ben Franklin Bridge)

Blitzkrieg bop

Thanks, Hurting (and that's my nomination for the next song title). I was trying to figure out if "Very singer-songwriterly" was a good thing or not, then I saw your first post.

But in all seriousness, that was pretty damned good.

So is anyone else going to post or is it just me and Hurting hanging around sucking each other's dick all night long? I wanna find out how this song ends...

1) Forecast (Blood Slicks on the Ben Franklin Bridge)

When the weather took to stormin, the bright bodies hid below
Philadelphia stood beneath me casting off its sacred glow
I clutched a burning ember like Ben Franklin clutched his daughter
And you watched in fascination while I pissed into the water

Don't expect me to die
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for theeeee
Blitzkrieg bop

Benjamin knew a thing or two about such stormy weather
It isn't right to fly a kite or get your dick out of your leather
The rain it poured, the thunder roared, and then a mighty shock:
A bolt of lightning travelled up my piss and shrivelled up my cock

.... ahight let's take it to the bridge.

"Blood slicks on the bridge," is what the weatherman said
it shocked me to my heart when I lost my head
half-naked, cold, shivering, and left for dead,
"blood slicks on the bridge" is what that weatherman...said

"Blitzkrieg bop! What have I done?"

We need fresh blood for a new verse.

NEXT!

Upon completion of a song, next poster gets to create THE TITLE for the next song. However, he can NOT create the first verse; he must leave that up to the next poster after him.

Band: ILM
Album: Because Fire Led to Walking Fish Decals
2) Dancing with the Lightbulb changed

I got drunk again all over the place
I got high last night before I washed my face
and when I looked into the mirror
everthing was looking clearer
I was singing with the same old pants
I was eating with the same old hands
I was laughing when the joke was told
I was waiting on the phone on hold
I smoked turkey yesterday
I got the avian flu but it went away
and in the blink of an eye, I could die, I could die
but then I blinked my eyes and I'm still alive
oh yeah I'm still alive, I said I'm still alive
because I...

Oh yeah oh yeah, twisted your gun
oh yeah oh yeah, bent your knife
oh yeah oh yeah, turned it around
oh yeah oh yeah, found a new life

Dancing
with the lightbulb changed
Dancing
it's all rearranged
Dancing
to a different song
Dancing
but my body's all wrong

1) Forecast #1 (Blood Slicks On Ben Franklin Bridge)
2) Forecast #2 (Dancing With The Lightbulb Changed)

re: Two choruses - I think the "oh yeah oh yeah" part makes a nice bridge into naranjito's chorus. This is way more entertaining than I thought it was going to be.

Now we need a third verse (and not the same as the first).

It was meant as a middle eight, i.e.

I'll shake the feeling from her
I'll make the bed around her
And when she hears the sound of thunder
I'll be under, with her

Verse 1:

The bloom is off the rose
A destiny I chose
Desperation grows
Missed it by a nose
Won't be one of those
Who takes more than he owes
But when she leans to doze
She hints more than she knows

verse 2:

There's got to be someone
Who's looking for some fun
Darling, girl, sweet hun
Blonde, brunette - pick one.
But hand in hand in the sun
We laugh, we skip, we run
and I watch her yawns begun
O lord I am undone.

Chorus:

And If I knew what she was saying then I'd agree
and she knows herself a lot better than she knows me
but the feeling is that she's leaving my world
I'd better go out and find another lazy girl...

Verse 3:

I'll shake the feeling from her
I'll make the bed around her
The sound of distant thunder
Won't disturb her in her slumber
And rapt in silent wonder
I'll watch my queen go under
To the darkness I dispatched her
Beneath the cover of our rapture

Chorus:

And If I knew what she was saying then I'd agree
and she knows herself a lot better than she knows me
but the feeling is that she's leaving my world
I'd better go out and find another lazy girl...

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proposed title for next track: Fantastic Vinegar

I thought it was wine, but a taste told me different
A taste unexpected but a taste not malignant,
It reminded me of you, both sour and sinister,
and I thought of you as a fantastic vinegar.

Exquisite vinegar, fantastic ham,
The pickles were simply divine,
I shouldn't have said all those things to your daughter,
I feel you should know that the other small matter,
Resulted in quite a large fine,

And had I known that pompous old twat was your boss,
I would have puked in a different direction,
And I sincerely regret that the rest of your guests,
were unimpressed by the sight,
of the majestic might,
of my quivering, throbbing erection,

The pastries were simply perfection,

Verse 1:

I thought it was wine, but a taste told me different
A taste unexpected but a taste not malignant,
It reminded me of you, both sour and sinister,
and I thought of you as a fantastic vinegar.

Verse 2:

He poured out a little and I said "sir, fill it up"
and I swigged it right down and I brought it right up
all the memories I felt as they all stared right at me
so I said "Not the right one, but hey its good for me"

Chorus:

Exquisite vinegar, fantastic ham,
The pickles were simply divine,
I shouldn't have said all those things to your daughter,
I feel you should know that the other small matter,
Resulted in quite a large fine,

And had I known that pompous old twat was your boss,
I would have puked in a different direction,
And I sincerely regret that the rest of your guests,
were unimpressed by the sight,
of the majestic might,
of my quivering, throbbing erection,

The pastries were simply perfection,

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Next Track: I am nine.

Yours truly,
The Rules Dork

PS Mark, you and I are the only ones that care any more. Let's get married.

NEXT!

starts with the chorus:

NO I AM NEIN!
NO I AM NEIN!
there's an army above and it's yelling again:
"you, lady baby, are clearly a ten!
but no, i am nein
i am a NINE
i am a NINE
sweet by DESIGN

Good morning. OK, so it's six months later, but hey.

In the meantime, here's the third verse to "I Am Nine"...

If six!
Turned into nein!
I'd say No!
I am not fine!
For I am nine!
I am not nein!
I will be fine!
When I am nein!
I will be fine!
When you are mein!

(hearing this as a robotic percussion-only stomp)

NEXT!

NO I AM NEIN!
NO I AM NEIN!
there's an army above and it's yelling again:
"you, lady baby, are clearly a ten!
but no, i am nein
i am a NINE
i am a NINE
sweet by DESIGN

One More!
One More!
I heared it all before!
I could be fine
if all around
is NINE!

First class!
Second chance!
I got the third degree!
I could do better
by design
'cos NINER is ME!

If six!
Turned into nein!
I'd say No!
I am not fine!
For I am nine!
I am not nein!
I will be fine!
When I am nein!
I will be fine!
When you are mein!

Not restarting, just reviving for the wonderment.

(it's a 4/4 rant:
In my weekend | visits to the |corporation |dustcart I get |more or less ex|cited by the |gifts that lie with|in!
If I see some |bedding I've got |something I can |lie on but the |food's not to be |trusted coz it |mainly tastes like |VIM!

)

― mark grout (mark grout), Friday, 28 October 2005 14:02 (4 years ago) Bookmark

Whoa! I wrote that? I rock!

the chorus to "bollywood strep" still runs through my head every once in a while

I have to confess I ended up writing a whole song around the first verse of "Forecast (Blood Slicks on the Ben Franklin Bridge)".

― Edward III (edward iii), Wednesday, May 24, 2006 12:03 PM (3 years ago) Bookmark

ok no ysi but here are the rest of the lyrics

you said "fire is a dangerous thing"
and then asked me for a lighter
cap'n barry lashed his body to the bridge
as he braced for an all-nighter

but when the weather takes to storming
the bright bodies hid below
philadelphia stood beneath me
casting off its sacred glow

I clutched a burning ember just like
ben franklin touched his daughters
and you stared in fascination
as I pissed into still waters

into the water

when lightning strikes, the flame it lights
can stop your heart cold dead
tonight we'll writhe, and boil inside
from all the memories we fled

your lipstick tastes like a chemical
your arms stretch out like bridges
o william penn and all his gentlemen
and their statuesque ambitions

they intimidate me, desecrate me
they pin me to the ground
here's to history, here's to you and me
let's burn this gutless city down

burn it down

liberty can be a perilous thing
when the cracked belles don't ring
unsupervised in the land of oz
we laid waste to all we could see

the storm it passed, fizzled out of gas
I guess you just got tired of running
and my queer idea of committing fun
became a trifle unbecoming

well you're married now to a guernsey cow
and you live out on his farm
but at night when you dream, do you picture me
and your cities burning down?

down down
down down down down

I want to restart because my friend and I came up with a title for a song the other day:

Scratch U Like A Kitty

thinks...

I pissed in the corner cos outside its raining,
shat under the table when you started complaining,
sharpened my blades on yr sofa, chewed up yr loafers, nibbled yr nose-ah

SCRATCHED YOU LIKE A

KITTTAYYYYYY ----- YEAH!

'Cuz it's you I pitayyyyyy - yeah!
I'm Mr. T and you're the fool
Now here's a cup to catch your drool
SCRATCHED YOU LIKE A KITTTAYYYYYY ----- YEAH!

Is all of this sung a la Mark E. Smith?

I guess that would be "pitayyyy-uh". Worth a thought.

One of those threads I enjoy reading, once in a while.