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Mr. Laxative
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Guys... some months ago I started songwriting thread. Needless to say, like many things I have done, it brought much controversy and/or critism. For example some didn't really think of my writing as songs, but rather as poems. Well, it's time to get the songwriting up and running again...
If you are at all musical or have written a song, post it up!! It'd be interesting to see how this goes.
To kick us off (excuse the pun), here is my newest:
Le visage est perdu au monde - The Face Is Lost to The World
He stares at the world.
Eyes open wide
Looking into space…
Those dark, empty hollows…
They’re hauntingly there,
Like swirling whirlpools.
And his face
And his face
Couldn’t be more pale,
He’s barely there.
Sitting cross-legged on the lawn
Day-to-day.
But this’ll be his last,
It had to end this way…
According to him anyway.
Dumped by the one he could snare… almost.
But it pained him when she said
“You’ve got a f***in’ ugly face!â€
And his face
And his face
Couldn’t be more pale,
He’s barely there.
Sitting cross-legged on the lawn.
May as well be naked â€" and dead on the cross.
And no one can save him.
Mmm… that last f***in’ line
Compounded it all in his soul.
Oh… it tore him to shreads.
Those dark empty hollows…
They’re hauntingly there…
And no one can save him,
No one can save him…
He’s taken the cocktail…
He’ll be gone,
He’ll be gone,
He’ll be gone,
He’ll be gone…
That f***in’ ugly face â€" it’ll be gone…
And no one can save him.
It had to end this way.
That line,
That line
That compounded it all in his soul.
It drove him to this…
Mmm… she told him,
He had a f***in’ ugly face.
Oh… those dark empty hollows…
They’re hauntingly there,
Like swirling whirlpools.
And his face
And his face
Could not have been more pale,
He was barely there.
Sitting cross-legged on the lawn
Day-to-day.
But this was his last,
It had to end this way…
He’s dead on the cross.
No one could save him.
He’d taken the cocktail.
And they won’t hear him again…
They won’t see him again…
Never to be heard of,
Never to be seen,
He won’t be remembered again.
He’s gone,
He’s gone,
He’s gone,
He’s gone…
That f***in’ ugly face â€" it’s gone…
Le visage…
Le visage…
Il est allé...
Perdu au monde.
If you are at all musical or have written a song, post it up!! It'd be interesting to see how this goes.
To kick us off (excuse the pun), here is my newest:
Le visage est perdu au monde - The Face Is Lost to The World
He stares at the world.
Eyes open wide
Looking into space…
Those dark, empty hollows…
They’re hauntingly there,
Like swirling whirlpools.
And his face
And his face
Couldn’t be more pale,
He’s barely there.
Sitting cross-legged on the lawn
Day-to-day.
But this’ll be his last,
It had to end this way…
According to him anyway.
Dumped by the one he could snare… almost.
But it pained him when she said
“You’ve got a f***in’ ugly face!â€
And his face
And his face
Couldn’t be more pale,
He’s barely there.
Sitting cross-legged on the lawn.
May as well be naked â€" and dead on the cross.
And no one can save him.
Mmm… that last f***in’ line
Compounded it all in his soul.
Oh… it tore him to shreads.
Those dark empty hollows…
They’re hauntingly there…
And no one can save him,
No one can save him…
He’s taken the cocktail…
He’ll be gone,
He’ll be gone,
He’ll be gone,
He’ll be gone…
That f***in’ ugly face â€" it’ll be gone…
And no one can save him.
It had to end this way.
That line,
That line
That compounded it all in his soul.
It drove him to this…
Mmm… she told him,
He had a f***in’ ugly face.
Oh… those dark empty hollows…
They’re hauntingly there,
Like swirling whirlpools.
And his face
And his face
Could not have been more pale,
He was barely there.
Sitting cross-legged on the lawn
Day-to-day.
But this was his last,
It had to end this way…
He’s dead on the cross.
No one could save him.
He’d taken the cocktail.
And they won’t hear him again…
They won’t see him again…
Never to be heard of,
Never to be seen,
He won’t be remembered again.
He’s gone,
He’s gone,
He’s gone,
He’s gone…
That f***in’ ugly face â€" it’s gone…
Le visage…
Le visage…
Il est allé...
Perdu au monde.
amn
