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OT: Could use some lyrics.
Hi guys (all gender 
), does anyone of you have some lyrics lying around, that I can borrow?
I like to make melodies, but I cannot write any descent lyrics to go with it. It’s only for personal use and just for inspirational practice. Anyone? @JohnnyGoodyear, what about you? I know you are good with words!
Well, it’s worth a shot 
Comments
@Jakersjaw Tell me what you want and I'd be happy to dig through the vast filing cabinet...Morbid? Celebratory? Confused? Anguished? Laconic? On fire?
Actually, better filters might be happy/sad, fast/slow, male/female (singing), rhyming or not.
I'm just a bot, plug in your requirements
Ah well, a regular singer/song thing would be ok. Nothing electronic. I think?! Rythmic is preferable. I kind of relied on you to chime in
Oh and rock is totally ok to
Will have a look see.
Verse 1
Sitting in the dirty airport lounge
Drinking a $14 glass of cheap boxed wine
Trying to remember that day I was sitting trying to remember that time
A big black fly with spider legs flies past my shoulder and nose dives into my wine.
Chorus
I'm flexible, I'm chill. I
don't sweat small stuff or debate the bill.
I'm relaxed, to the max, I like to skate downhill.
But I don't drink wine with a drunken dirty fly in my swill.
Verse 2
I take a bite of my $27 greasy bacon, wilted lettuce and sad brown tomato sandwich
Then grab my fork and fish the drunken swirling fly from my wine.
He gurgles and spits, climbs the edge of the fork and I realize it's covered in dirty greasy bits of ground beef and hair from the previous diner.
Chorus
I'm flexible, I'm chill. I'm chill. I
don't sweat the small stuff or debate the bill.
I'm relaxed to the max but I need to take a pill.
Cause I don't drink wine with a drunken dirty fly covered in greasy ground beef and hair in my swill.
I want royalties when this tops the charts.
One more.
Oh baby, oooh!
Oh baby, yeah!
Gonna find a pen so you can fill the forms out!
(Repeat 8x)
Oh baby, ooh!
Oh baby, yeah!
Gonna give you my docs so you can figure my taxes out!
(Repeat 8x)
Oh baby, wooh!
Oh baby, hey!
Gonna drink a beer and watch you work the calculator!
(Repeat 8x)
Oh baby, wooh!
Oh baby, hey!
Gonna spank you if you don't get me the biggest refund!
(Repeat 8x)
Oh baby, wooh!
Oh baby, hey!
Gonna spend my check on drugs and hookers!
(Repeat 8x)
Oh baby, wooh!
Oh baby, hey!
You're damn smart but you're not exactly a looker!
(Repeat 8x)
Papa's got a brand new bag
He stole mama's purse to get his money back
To be sung in the style of a Bernie Leadon track rejected by The Eagles.
Watching the Dog Brick Pickers
Watching the dog brick pickers
Strolling on the sand
Watching the dog brick pickers
Walking crap in hand
Watching the dog brick prickers
All along the shore
Watching the dock brick pickers
Bags can’t take no more
Dimes for 9
Red tops
All the time
Big top,
Circus be mine,
Left town, romance,
Monkey on my back,
Whos the clown?
Never look back,
No man no man
Gotta hit it hard
Bang Lo Fo sho
Daddy don't know
Bastard baby
On the down low
Keep it on time
Truth tellin
Dimes for 9
(freestyle: 8/26----------RUSTiK)
The description was priceless.
Me too, brother.
I have a million words and phrases lying about; I just let MrsChasteen work her magic and turn them into lyrics.
Just trying to raise a smile, Jeff.
Here in the U.K., anyone walking a dog is obliged by law to pick up any 'leavings' and either take them home or dispose of them in special bins. So we see these folk walking along, stooping to pick up their dog's crap in a plastic bag, reversed on the hand like a glove, then either holding it swinging, or stuffing it into a coat pocket!
I did it one time only, when my stepson's wife was giving birth and I got the job of walking their pet, Barry the Wonder Dog. So, I picked up this huge warm turd, only to see Barry looking up with an expression that said, "Did I do good, boss!"
I do that myself on the dog walks. I did it just an hour ago during the morning dog walk
I have to agree with the person who made the observation that alien beings observing the human/dog interaction could only conclude that the dogs were the superior creatures. We are the subservient ones collecting the dog's excrement for some strange ritualistic and/or survivalist purpose.
Take That :-)
She got no love, she's just a sex machine
She got no love, she's just a sex machine
She got no love, she's just a sex machine
She got no love, she's just a sex machine
Don't get me wrong, I sure appreciate
That we have met, could have been fate
And surely I would never hesitate
To touch you all over again
But You Got No Love
You're Just A Sex Machine
Anyone here who wants german lyrics:-)
I have the same jakersjaw's problem but in spanish
Lots of Spanish speaking areas and people out there. More than German anyway.
I wrote this. I wanted this to be a "rappish - spoken word" vibe with the chorus melodic. Permission to use with attribution.
UP and DOWN
Why have you got to - you got to
Tear me down,
Pull me down,
Just to build you up?
Makes me want to…
Tear it down,
Bring it down.
You’ve got to see
What’s going down!
Why don’t you help me up?
Instead of listening,
You put me in the ground
With another round,
That’s just sooo messed up.
Pants falling to the ground,
Hands raised, praying
“You better not be looking!”
Can’t make another sound,
Without you trying to
Keep me, beat me, choke me
with no grounds,
but “suspicion”.
Then chase me down,
Bust my crown,
And then lock me up.
Let’s be blunt about my sentence:
Extra fear for just being brown.
"No new crow, Jim!”
Jumping up and down.
Tears all around.
Bleeding, blood flowing
Trying to soften the hardest ground.
Why have you got to - you got to
Tear me down,
Pull me down,
Just to build you up?
Makes me want to…
Tear it down,
Bring it down.
You’ve got to see
What’s going down!
Why don’t you help me up?
“I can’t breathe…”
Tear gas all around
You can’t stop saying thug!
You keep coming,
Dog whistling, to my house
Shoving King in my face,
hoping Malcolm doesn’t show.
Running, running your mouth.
Looping, looping
Blaming, blaming…
Endless news heads bobbing
Shaking, shaming…
Cycling and recycling propaganda for policy
Replacing my protest with your fears
“Brother, you ain’t from this town.”
Why have you got to - you got to
Tear me down,
Pull me down,
Just to build you up?
Slow motion racism
Replaced by a faster cynicism,
With guns, snipers, cameras and cammo,
Tanks and tear gas.
One system grinding down as
Military law enforcement gears up.
One contract, one society broken.
Can’t you help me up?
Mothers have to beat down their sons on TV,
To keep them from their fathers.
And you wonder, you still wonder,
“Where the fathers are?”
When YOU’VE got them all locked up!
Those drugs are different from these drugs.
Cocaine is “different”
Separate but “equal”
But this war started before crack was street king.
The republic’s southern strategy -
divide and conquer - backs me up.
BUT!
Tough on crime.
You’ll pay the fine. You’ll do the time.
Black and white is the law!
Procedures will be followed!
However, when true judgement is forsaken,
And compassion is all used up,
All I can do is cry,
“Justice is blind”…
and tear on up.
— Curt G ©2015
"Every day I make a silent vow
To make my past much more pathetic than it is right now
The silent vow evoked a parched airway
Isosceles Horse-Twinkie takes it away
Isosceles Horse-Twinkie makes it okay."
Wow, this is great. Wasn’t sure if anyone was up for this. Now I have something to work with. Thanks guys.
Okay, if we're getting serious, here's one I've never quite been able to get music to fit -
Flying Sorcerers
She was the sunset ghost of all those whispered promises
A silken shrouded heartbeat, heard within his head
He held the singing magic of a shooting star
firelight and music bright when seen from afar
Flying sorcerers she goes round again
Flying sorcerers in a love that does not end
Flying sorcerers, oh, he flies so high
Flying sorcerers
on and on across the sky
Right up close the magic burned
consuming what it touched
and she found that loving him
could hurt so very much
He was looking for enchantment
that he'd known once, in the past
lighting up his waking dreams
teasing time, to make things last
Chorus
So they spun in silver circles racing madly on
wrapped around each others flame
'till the fire was all gone
Then he fell from the heavens, laughing all the way
'cause the sunset ghost beside him
always there would stay
Chorus
Hmmmm....
Yes. My furry overlord insists that belly rubs are not enough. Extra steps must be taken.
Got no money, got no fame
I’m the only one to blame
I should get my music right
Pimp it up to dynamite
Successful in the industry
This is what I need to be
Need to be music
Be a sonic wave
Breathe just music
And play my guitar
Du
Du hast
Du hast mich
Du hast mich
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt
Willst du bis der Tod uns scheidet
Treue sein für alle Tage
Hey cool, some German lyrics. In this case, here's some from me.
Krieg dich ein, mein kleiner Freund,
Du bist doch keine Sonnenblume.
Deine Blüte geht nie auf
Für dich gibt's keinen Weg hinauf
Du wartest auf ein Zeichen
Von oben oder unten
Doch auch von unten wird dir keins serviert
Für dich ist deutlich
keine Zukunft reserviert