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| TheSavageYoungXyzzy |
Yecch!
From the annotation on first post, above:
"I'd like to say I wrote this while intoxicated. Sadly, I was sober. Therefore I owe Rocks Off an apology... gakk! What was I thinking? Still working it through, really just wrote it off the cuff with the TV playing some crap about "Predator", for some reason.
If it makes you feel any better (it does for me, damnit), the song came out of two seperate jams called "The Death Of Rock And Roll" and "Douchebag". "
And I still like the chorus. The verses, however, need work. "
Eek! I'm taking this one upstairs with me, I'll bring it down in the morning in something that sounds at least forgettable like "Let Me Go" and not "Indian Girl".
Sir Stonesy, you're halfway to an album of your own here... strike out solo! Put a single on this one and release it as well to the public, to generate support for your album, while fueling support for this one as sort of a holdover, a "Forty Licks" if you will, until your studio album.
-tSYX --- Say goodnight, but stay a little longer! |
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| Soul Survivor |
Junk
Cleaning out the attic
Junk
Junk
Junk
An old playboy with a ripped cover
Junk
Junk
Junk
A rotted apple with a worm inside
Junk
Junk
Junk
And some potatoes, they are french fried! |
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| TheSavageYoungXyzzy |
McCartney did a song called "Junk"...
Soul Survivor, yours is better. That entire album, the pre-breakup 'McCartney' from 1970, is a prime example of why we must, even if you hate and despise the man, never ever ever ever *ever* let McCartney get into alcohol again. With the exception of "Maybe I'm Amazed", which I think is one of the if not the best solo thing he ever did, there was nothing redeeming about that one. Nothing. Not even the silly cherries. If you hate him now, imagine him drunk... Combine drunk Ronnie with McCartney's lyrical skills and... you've created a monster!
Whole lotta songing going on.
-tSYX --- Baby baby baby you're out of time! |
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I wanna see Macca stoned out of the gord then go on stage and perform that shitty song "Vanilly Sky" |
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Here's my best song about a guy looking for a break in the music or movie industry or both called Deadend City:
I looked out over the green hills
To foresee my yellow brick road
Sparkled down like a prized ruby
And was promising like a prodigy
Give me small donations my friend
I can barely get by on a cup of coffee
Every morning I do awake
To a vaudevellian film marathon
Chorus:
Traveling around
As if I was the speed of sound
While the hoboes preached the apocalypse
Nobody calls
If you're living in a pall
And sober from greed
Repeat chorus
I envisioned that Marlon Brando
Was my previous incarnation
I gotta pull my coat on tighter
Just to shield from the sharp stinging wind
Chorus, etc.
Break the car into the hogpen
Make a pipe dream out of sewage
Excevate the library
To all the false inner prophecies
If every goal that one panned out
Ruins ambition like a depression
Then you're in the wrong biz, baby
Check your gas and hawk the television
Chorus:
That's it.
Here's my Stonesy one however. I thought about a song with a guy who loves the Stones and tries to get his girlfriend who hates them to give in and embrace them.
Take Them Backroads
Oh how I love to make you angry
And make your roll your eyes
Every time I play that track
Oh yeah tumbling dice
It's so real cause the song
Is all about me
Got to roll me
If you do you gotta let it bleed
Chorus:
We'll take them roads
Yes the sweet backroads
I'll make you keen
Cause even God rolls his own Stones
You know when Micks sings bout the sleaze
I'm your monkey man
Just a fleabit peanuity monkey
On the limb
You don't remind me of any Stones song
But I don't care
Chorus:
Bridge:
Yeah Stu's pumping the boogie-woogie
All soaked in vodka and rum
Then you got 'ol BJ as he plays every instrument
Even my ear drums
Even foreign drums
From some African slums
Chorus:
I know that you ain't no starfucker girl
Far as I can tell you always my pearl
Never caught you with the late great Steve McQueen
Never seen you OD or hear the ambulance scream
Could it be you memorized Sticky Fingers
From You Gotta Move all the way to the jean zippers
It's coming along, but still not great IMO.
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