NationStates Jolt Archive

Line by line. ANd lets keep this non-spammy. Make it something you would listen to. And lets stick to lyrics, none of this Bb C E Bb C F E stuff (as much I love writing it all down on staff paper :rolleyes: )

I'll start...

A darkness grows within the flame

I hear a voice that speaks my name.

I have a madness that can't be tamed.

My feelings change, but I'm the same.

So mundane, I feel the shame.

Just one rhyme is too lame...

wrong number of stresses is the same

Playing this trying game

resisting urge to flame

wondering who to blame

but when will people feel my pain?

what is it? i have no aim

:p nice song not lame

*vocal solo (Great Gig In The Sky Style)*

was caught having a bat.. shame

*wank-metal roar*

Went insane, swallowed a cane.
Damn these rhymes are really lame.

*instrumental*

I'm out of rhymes, what a shame,
La-la-la-la-la-la.....lame?

And i fear no pain,
As pain is the main game,

:headbang: :headbang:

The pain is the same
That is what I claim

Who wants to undress Billy Zane????- :(

Not me but its all the same.

Why I don't I can't explain

I cant take all this fame
its so bad its rotting my brain

Fix that lame brain with some oranges. (mwahahahaha)

this rhyme is getting lame.

Fix that lame brain with some oranges. (mwahahahaha)

Nice one! :D

this rhyme is getting lame.

I know, as it's also starting to hurt my brain!

darkness surrounding me, numbness encasing

I look around and see such sadness across the abyss of time.

I wanted to play a game
But all the landmarks look the same.
A thousand herring I did hide,
SOme outside, some inside.
I run before I'm blamed.

Good eye sniper!

darkness surrounding me, numbness encasing
I look around and see such sadness across the abyss of time.

My force diminishing; what does it matter?

You're just gonna get fatter and fatter

You're just gonna get fatter and fatter
Laughing like the mad hatter

Where art thy ladder?

Poisonous adder

Poisonous adder
Covered in doughnut batter

Covered in doughnut batter
in the end all dreams will shatter

I think this was supposed to start out as a serious song and I liked the imagery, but I have to admit, some of these rhymes are hysterical! :D :cool:

Where can I turn to find my soul?

While I eat my donut hole?

some of these rhymes are hysterical
the ambition of those born clerical
Where can I turn to find my soul?
deeper down the rabbit hole

oh holly pain that eats the heart

I'm looking for a savior at my local Walmart.

i hope the saviour's twice as smart
as folks who buy this crap called "art"

Then I'll Fart

i wonder what branin is thinking if this idea was smart...
and i wonder if he will ever take part?

he's just another horse pulling a cart

Hey look, clothes for $13.99 at Wal-Mart!

I think I'll Fart

I think I'll Fart
Until i get dragged by horse and cart.

I think I'll Fart

Tonissa, you having some gas problems there?
I'm sure there's something made by Bayer
To keep you from polluting the air
But then again, maybe you just don't care...

OOS(out of song):Has anyone else noticed that our rhyming goes in abnouxously long streaks??

Yes, and maybe it's not good for the song, but it's fun.

I figure, if you are looking for a real song from here, you can take the lines that suit you and leave the rest for us to play with.

OOS(out of song):Has anyone else noticed that our rhyming goes in abnouxously long streaks??

Perhaps, but does that make us freaks?

I think my leeks have beaks

Those aren't leeks; they're birds, you geek!

I think my leeks have beaks

They've been that way for many weeks...

They've been that way for many weeks...
But then I went down to the creeks,
And when I was there I found
While I was looking around
A bird that made a funny sound

He was hiding in the ground
I reached for him, but he got away
And I didn't have the time to stay
I wonder what he's doing on this day?

Hey this is neat
my leeks have feet

Oh wait now wings
I am seeing things

It seems to be squimiring
my stomach is churning

I see black beedy eyes
This must all be lies

It Can't be true?

*squack*
*Bawk*

It is a bird
hmm So, I am most definitely a terd.

I look about and see my face
Then I wonder why use maise?
Then I think and contemplate
and then I get very irate
to the point where I'm insanely mad
and back again to insanely glad
will I live or will die?
I don't know
but I like chicken pie

I see this pathetic song and I sigh
It makes me almost want to break down and cry

ya he seems like a nice guy

I wish you'd all just go away
Instead of wasting my day
I guess It's sort of my fault
I think I'll just lock myself in a vault

ya he seems like a nice guy

OMG I fingered my pie

I wish you'd all just go away
Instead of wasting my day
I guess It's sort of my fault
I think I'll just lock myself in a vault

And I think I'll just have some salt.

This calls for dry malt!

OOS: hell with it, if you can't beat em join em




might as well join the assault

Explosion

Kaboom

And then catapault
into the lockdown vault
that is your twisted soul
burning out of my control

twisting sliding
spinning gliding
madness overtakes thee
lyrics make or break me

Is this the end?
Please be my friend
it all depends

*12 minute drum solo*

*two and one half minutes of all us playing the kazoo.

*two and one half minutes of all us playing the kazoo.

Then we all switch to making armpit noises.

And then catapault
into the lockdown vault
that is your twisted soul
burning out of my control

twisting sliding
spinning gliding
madness overtakes thee
lyrics make or break me

Is this the end?
Please be my friend
it all depends


Oh wait, I almost forgot
Lest by unanswer you're distraught
The song won't end, you will be fraught
By the longest single run on thought.

Oh wait, I almost forgot
Lest by unanswer you're distraught
The song won't end, you will be fraught
By the longest single run on thought.

There are only so many words we can add.
Using too many would be bad.
And it would make poor Branin sad.
Or maybe we've already done that -Egad!

There are only so many words we can add.
Using too many would be bad.
And it would make poor Branin sad.
Or maybe we've already done that -Egad!


And yet we must continue on
Until we reach the brink of dawn
When lights spill down upon a lawn
And Darkness with its shadows gone

More rhymes there are yet to be found
P'raps in your bed or underground
And with them we shall build a mound
With intrusive, neverending sound

And yet we must continue on
Until we reach the brink of dawn
When lights spill down upon a lawn
And Darkness with its shadows gone

More rhymes there are yet to be found
P'raps in your bed or underground
And with them we shall build a mound
With intrusive, neverending sound

My bed does not contain a note
of sound or anything I wrote
I prefer to sleep somewhere remote
In sleep I dream but don't emote

My bed does not contain a note
of sound or anything I wrote
I prefer to sleep somewhere remote
In sleep I dream but don't emote

Some notes are meant not to be known
Just like some shirts are badly sewn
Notes that sound like squeaking phones
Or like unearthly, cursing moans
Like the sounds of singing barritones

Some notes are meant not to be known
Just like some shirts are badly sewn
Notes that sound like squeaking phones
Or like unearthly, cursing moans
Like the sounds of singing barritones

Hey! I'm a bari! I resemble that remark!

Some notes are meant not to be known
Just like some shirts are badly sewn
Notes that sound like squeaking phones
Or like unearthly, cursing moans
Like the sounds of singing barritones

Yet in the end all must parish
and organs collapse with audible squish
heads rot into skulls
and the message board convo lulls
No more posting stupid polls
only sound of death knolls
as they take their tolls
upon the ghastly trolls

*two and one half minutes of all us playing the kazoo.
Ha HA

Yet in the end all must parish
and organs collapse with audible squish
heads rot into skulls
and the message board convo lulls
No more posting stupid polls
only sound of death knolls
as they take their tolls
upon the ghastly trolls
My Goals alas i lost my goals for now i tinker with the fowls and watch the lass go down the shoales if only for my Moles.

i eat my soup right from the bowls
while watching a show on moles
and with my soup i eat some rolls
and look deep down within my soul

my soul, it seems, is black as night
i fear that i am in a fight
with myself for what is right
but i believe i have the might

to beat these most evil thoughts
strength i have, and I have lots
to beat this soul that sits and rots
and ties itself in nasty knots

finally now, i have won
although i admit i did have fun
now my soul is bright as sun
hurry now, for i must run

This verse is so lame
Tho yours are the same
But who's really to blame?
Is it Saddam Hussein?

Hussein flying the bane
A world gripped in pain
Whilst we struggle on and on
Hell's torture, an endless song
Which must stretch out across the plains
As hell engulfs us all in flames
And these lines flow on, forever long

Hussein flying the bane
A world gripped in pain
Whilst we struggle on and on
Hell's torture, an endless song
Which must stretch out across the plains
As hell engulfs us all in flames
And these lines flow on, forever long

I do not think this song is long
But then again, I could be wrong
My mind is lost like a too-tight thong
That hides between your butt cheeks

Sorry, was that a thread-killer?

We'll never know the pain that grows
inside these souls
that lost controls
as we all know the worlds a hole
sucking out our very being
Blind man looks but is he seeing.

I killed this thread with so much glee
Without a trace for who can see
A masquerade for us to see
But alas fair child we will never be.

Harlesburg, he bumped the thread
to try and stop it from going dead
in the end he may be ahead
and that is all that i have said

foe foe's Im tippin
wood grain im grippin
catch m lain switchn
wit da paynt dripn
turrn yo nek butt u dam missn

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This is my first post in this thread,
The system didn't let me know,
It reminds me of the painful days of the haunted dead,
Where the youth we were losing let go,
And all stood still.

It makes me ill
for us to swill
from this bottle of whiskey
the bottle is life
and we are rife
with all the plagues of Hist'ry. :D

Somthing from DDR:

And Stalin, he's a big shit
He makes us suffer all the time
I don't like him, not a bit
Over his wall I'm gonna climb