Post your lyrics here.

[Leland Gaunt]

Originally Posted by Susi

I have never used drugs EVER.

Unlike certain LAPPS I see around here... *glare*

I'll send my cookie-monster to sterilize you.

[Susi]

Did someone say cookies?

[Carnyx]

Simply... wow. Please, give me the same stuff as what Susi took.

[Leland Gaunt]

[Carnyx]

I see. Mushrooms.

Dedicated to kiddy Susi.

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[Susi]

I did NOT take any drugs, for the last bloody time!

Je suis fachée
Parce que vous comprendez
jamais mes idées.

*glares at Carnyx*

[Vincent]

Here, one on English from me:

I stayed up al night, couldn't sleep,
hard I tried,
but the sandman forgot
to visit me, oh my!
What has happened, what have I done?
What made him from me run?
Or has he really just forgot?
I hope not!
Still waiting, moon shines full,
in the air a breeze cool,
brings to me a voice so weak
Is it me, that it might seek?
Or a twisted joke, maybe just,
my mind plays, for lust
that it feels,
when untouched by the dust!
Sand, is what I meant,
but you already understand
the very point, of this telling,
about the voice, now... yelling,
through the darkness screaming.
What's wrong? Am I dreaming?
What's of all this the meaning?
A disorder in my head.
Am I going slightly mad?
Like in the books I've read,
from Edgar Allan Poe.
Could it be really so?
Oh Sandman, I curse thee
for these agony you brought me.
All I wanted was some sand,
for everyone else is in slumberland.
And the voice? Now more clear,
whispering soft in my ear.
Said it's him, the arrival near.
I do not have to fear.
He promised soon, my dream will come
an tender and sweet, eternal one...

[Hrvoje]

Do your balls hang low
can you swing them to and throw
can you tie them in a knot
can you tie 'em in a bow
do you get a funny feeling
when they're hanging from the ceiling
or you'll never be a sailor
if your balls hang low.

[Susi]

Hrovje, are you the origins of this song?

[Savage]

Strange love

Those spirits
dont kill
but promises love

if one only
would die
first

mmm...

they do that,
are they not
clever?







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[Kernunnos]

Originally Posted by Hohenheim

Why? The thread says "Post your lyrics here"... so I posted them.

The first one is about death, and others about love and hatered.

We are eager to applaud you but our applauses could become more intense if you gracefully provided us with a translation of your lyrics.

even an approximate one could help.

[Susi]

A sestina in trochaic (syllable stresses go: stressed, unstressed) pentameter (five feet of two syllables per line) written for class. I changed the word recess in the last stanza because I couldn't really fit recess there..

Tribulations gravely existential,
Law occurs in court in beaut’ous Swansea.
Suspect Markus stands accused of murder,
Vicious killing under sombre steeple.
Trial set in stone but wait – “OBJECTION!”
At this outburst court goes into recess.

Judge returns and thus abates the recess.
Fears of ending life so existential,
Lawyers stand their ground making objections.
But fair justice dwells in Wales, at Swansea.
Judging eyes meet under reaching steeple,
“Who committed this dread crime of murder?”

Gods from skies above, oh vicious murder!
Court endures another irksome recess;
Birds fly up ahead beneath the steeple.
Markus is as Camus: existential.
Voices ring out clear as day in Swansea;
Hard defense presents rapid objections,

Searching, seeking truth. A strong objection:
“Markus could not have committed murder!”
“How absurd!” replied the judge of Swansea.
Prosecutors call for courtroom recess.
Stranger full of sorrow, existential,
So he stands, sad, ‘neath the sacred steeple.

Shining tears fall under tow’ring steeple;
Prosecutors pressing harsh objections.
War of strangers, all so existential,
Sostenuto silence, empty murder.
As the sea, so dark, begins to recess;
Court is finished for today, in Swansea.

Sol ascends above the sea of Swansea,
Waking, shining under silver steeple.
People enter court from the slim recess.
“Judgment will be passed: are there objections?”
None. And Markus charged for fault in murder,
Finishing his life most existential.

Existential end in cheerless Swansea,
Markus murdered under bloody steeple.
The objections failed; a brutal process.

[Savage]

Heard from a bird
in a three
by a waycross

" -Once upon a time,
these thieves,
they were three,
a christian, a muslim and a jew,
all of them were decent men,
they feared their Lord,
were not so bad,
even they were thieves

but never mind ,
the story runs,
as easy to imagine,
ending up at judgment day,
verdict trembles
through the hall

" - none is guilty, all is guilty."
... to not repeat,
lets come to the finale,

" - jews should be careful to condems muslims,
muslims should be careful to condems christians,
christians should be careful to condemn jews,

jews should be careful to condemn christians,
christians should be careful to condemn muslims,
muslims should be careful to condemn jews..."

[Savage]

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The light blue pudding
rising in the Northeastern
quadrant of Jupiter


Surrealistic images?

Surrealistic images are intended to be cathalytic. To loose chains of ideas...

An image implying such and such elements may have tendences in direction of such and such. This one, overflowing of jovial and benevolent elements....

A short spell, a verse, a line of ideas, a good luck charm.And may 101 unexpected joys blossom in your path today.


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[Sergius]

At Dusk
I go down to the water,
wash my face,
and pray