kind of rough and needs work but just wanted to see how it might sound.
Tailored to her reclusive natures, she did little to show herself to the suitors awaiting. Burning bridges with gallons of gasoline, not allowing a single kindle to survive. This was her mode of...
He was sick
She was sicker
No additives required
No drugs, no liquor.
His illness, a broken heart
Hers, a broken mind
They met uncute and
Things would be so...
This is a painting of the lights on a highway. I like the idea of painting things that are usually only seen through a camera lens.
I thought this might make a really great chorus to a song, or else a tiny story.
(I picture it repeated with long gaps between lines, so the meaning changes each time more is added to the phrase — starting negative, moving to ambivalent, getting nearly nihilistic, but then ending with the hint of redemption. (e.g. "I'm tired." I'm tired of being tired." I'm tired of being tired of being tired." "I'm tired of being tired of being tired of being."))
Mary Anne was raised by theives,
a real bunch of haters
but they love her so, for you see
she is their little home invader
Fun little anti-puritanical song. I actually make a fair amount of music, I just don't like most of it. I thought this came out pretty decent though. Credit to my buddy Dana for the string-ish sound, which is an electric guitar being played with a violin bow.
(I might try mixing this again; it sounds fine through my headphones but not so much through my speakers...we'll see)
Try not a single sin
Cover your eyes and your ears
Touch not the spices
Of everyday vices
No, leave them as formless fears
Shed your morality
Take our mentality
And smile, smile, smile
We’ll be your groomers
Adjust all your humors
Why don’t you just stay a while?
not sure if this was a direction you were looking for...it is actually a pretty cool shot and can go in several directions. tried to go in a poloriodish direction...
The shadow wished to be a ghost
He had a really good plan
If queried about his unusual appearance
He'd say he got a great tan
Do you think if I'd try to communicate I get anything said
because I lost that faith long ago,maybe I never even had that
Before you closed the door I said I won't be mis...
There is a battle going on today
I'm pulling up the ranks
but danger crawls along the flanks
and these trenches feel like a grave
I am not wishing for anything
I am not going to get my hopes up
every beautiful summer's day
has a nightmare to come.
AND A LOVE STORY
Thanks to my friend, Monkeychow, it's now both dungier and beetleier! And a special thanks to our friend, moonbug, suggested the concept of a musical.
This one night I was sleeping lying asleep in my bed of softness, with my sheets made of satan. They were so soft like my body. An owl or something was hooting out my window b/c all animals love...
“Once there was a little girl, who lived in the darkness, but she knew that no matter what, she always can wait for the night, to catch some stars and have some light, even when it’s...
Miriam’s monsters live under her bed,
I've been trying to talk my imaginary friend into breast augmentation. She said I need imagination augmentation. "Touche!" said my other imaginary friend. I hate him and I don't think he really ...
(based on CmrGlc's Monsters Cover)
Sometimes in my periphery, the city looks like a cerberus waiting to devour those who dare enter....