post any song you've written and critique the fuck out of everyone elses' songs. i'll give you this hunk of shit i came up with in study hall to get the ball of feces rolling:
Plan for Eve:
Inside is where we'll start
gain trust from fellow dream land ceo's
inside is where we'll start
where we shall begin
the revolution
liberate you
infiltrate you
penetrate your fickle coffin like fate and fuck you
sealed in pine and written in gold
liberate you
we need not your permission
not your acceptance
load up your subordinates
with the means to liberate themselves
liberate
penetrate
once dreamed leadership shattered with the same lead you gained it with
no you dont
no you wont
liberate yourself
infiltrate your thought
penetrate your will
witness it burn
gaze it cinder
watch it blaze
this body's destiny
his fate
her wish
born to save and raized to kill
her
him
me
and you
eve will do as was written
in her tear soaked plan
this plan for eve is infallible
incorruptable
rewritable
the privacies are within the soul
but soon unstable it will become
seperate the body from the mind
liberate the soul from physicalities
her plan
a plan of avoidance to the otherwise inescapable
undeniable benevolent
torchered existance within our own limitations
no more
liberate
penetrate
sodomical eyes
your songs
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Kamoc
- Joined: Sun Mar 31, 2002 9:03 am
"No"
There's a fine line between wrong and right,
Guiding you toward some awkward light.
Be it fine and whirled or evening grey,
It's yours to choose, but not to say.
For when you've wound up to some meaningless end,
Broken apart from where you bend,
There's a wayward soul breaking into jails.
Cause that's all you thought of them.
Is this line so thin,
With it's spiteful grin,
When all it's lost cannot be found,
and you've burned your ears into the ground.
Who's to say they're right,
Because everyone else is wrong?
That's an odd statement coming from you.
There's a fine line between wrong and right,
Guiding you toward some awkward light.
Be it fine and whirled or evening grey,
It's yours to choose, but not to say.
For when you've wound up to some meaningless end,
Broken apart from where you bend,
There's a wayward soul breaking into jails.
Cause that's all you thought of them.
Is this line so thin,
With it's spiteful grin,
When all it's lost cannot be found,
and you've burned your ears into the ground.
Who's to say they're right,
Because everyone else is wrong?
That's an odd statement coming from you.
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Zerophite
- Joined: Mon May 07, 2001 1:33 pm
- Location: Maybe on Earth, Maybe in the Future
Well, I haven't written lyrical songs, but once the servers up I'll actually post some of my original compositions. 
unphrased, atonal beauty, maybe some odd time sigs...not sure yet
unphrased, atonal beauty, maybe some odd time sigs...not sure yet"axis discrepancy indicates hexagons beyond control anomaly
mutilation colony reflects no triangular energy
asynchronous matter avoided by a diagram invisibility
subtle methods symmetry uncovered a diagonal telemetry"
mutilation colony reflects no triangular energy
asynchronous matter avoided by a diagram invisibility
subtle methods symmetry uncovered a diagonal telemetry"