Just some retarded songs.
06/09/2009
Matt (AKA Boner Boy. Yes. You heard right) decided to make a band because it would look good on his CV. Since i am utterly crappy at all things musical, i decided to be the songwriter. Matt seems not to understand that good songs take around a gazzillion months to write, therefore the songs are crap. But maybe that's just because i have no ability whatsoever to write good songs. Anyway, here are a few.
Neverland[This one is about someone who's afraid to get old haha..]
(Just vocals)
I wanna fly to Neverland,
I wanna stop these tears,
I wanna fly to Neverland,
Ease all my worries and fears.
(Drums start)
(All other instruments join in)
But Neverland is just not real,
I’m stuck here and the clock keeps ticking,
I can’t stop it, and oh baby!
I’m still, still wishing.
Ne-e-verland, Ne-e-verland,
Won’t you show me the way,
Oh Peter Pan?!
Cause I’m terrified to stay…
Life keeps moving and things keep changing,
Why is nothing ever staying,
The saaaammmeeee?
Nobody understands why I’m praying…
Ne-e-verland, Ne-e-verland,
Won’t you show me the way,
Oh Peter Pan?!
Cause I’m terrified to stay…
Scared to ask the time,
Cowering from the clock,
Wincing at each calendar,
Oh, why won’t this stop?!
(Instruments stop for a second)
Neverland… Neverland… Ne-e-everlaaannndddd…
Needless[This started out as a song about a recovering alcoholic, but then i decided that was probably one of the worst ideas ever]
I’m fine on my own,
I don’t need you,
I am through,
I promise that this is true
You’re needless,
A little kiss won’t cure everything,
You’re expensive if anything,
I don’t need you to be able to si-I-ing.
I pity her with you,
She doesn’t understand,
She doesn’t need you holding her hand,
Sometimes it dri-ives me mad…
Because,
You’re needless,
A little kiss won’t cure everything,
You’re expensive if anything,
I don’t need you to be able to si-I-ing.
It’s a medical condition, you know,
Addicted is what I was,
I used to feel lost,
But now that’s in the past!
You see,
You’re needless,
A little kiss won’t cure everything,
You’re expensive if anything,
I don’t need you to be able to si-I-ing.
I’m independent now,
A house on my own is fine,
I don’t even need a drop of wine,
‘Cause you are needless. This. time.
(Boom.)
Little Black Dress[Matt said that this one was "So fucing gd". I think he liked the sex reference]
It was you and me,
That was how it was meant to be,
I couldn’t believe,
Maybe I was deceived,
I thought I meant something to you,
I thought that you would always be true…
But I saw you that night,
And guess what, you’re probably right,
It was a mistake,
But I’ll always feel hate,
Because. You. And. Her.
To-geth-er.
It was her little black dress
Or maybe her legs,
That made you kiss her,
It was that little black dress,
Showing too much flesh,
That made you hug her,
It was that little black dress,
Could she wear less?
That made you sleep. With. Her.
But you said forever! Oh, oh, oh, but you said forever!
Her curls covered her eyes,
But not quite your lies,
And I saw your face,
And not a trace,
Of guilt,
Hiding under the quilt…
And next to the bed,
Was that stupid dress,
But all I could think,
Was, “I need another drink”,
I needed to block things out,
My life was falling apart, without a doubt…
It was her little black dress
Or maybe her legs,
That made you kiss her,
It was that little black dress,
Showing too much flesh,
That made you hug her,
It was that little black dress,
Could she wear less?
That made you sleep. With. Her.
But you said forever! Oh, oh, oh, but you said forever!
But, you know, you can have that girl,
With her dress and her curls,
‘Cause I deserve better than you,
I think I need to start a new,
Think “Fresh”,
(pause)
Or buy a little black dress…
Oh, oh, forever…
Chav-land[Matt wanted me to write a song about Chavs. I was like, Ehhm, okay? And i can't help it, but everytime i sing the chorus in my head, 3Oh!3's tune of "Don't Trust Me" comes into my head. It probably doesn't go with the rest of the song at all.]
(talking) So let’s get this straight.
(instruments start up)
I don’t wear tracksuits outside of gym,
I don’t wear chains and I’m actually slim,
I don’t have a foundation mask,
I don’t chew gum or skip class,
I don’t smoke 20-a-day,
I don’t call every idiot “gay”,
I don’t wear ponytails,
I don’t follow the “lead Chav”’s trail,
Ch-ch-chavs.
They hate all emos and Goths,
They sit in chav-land,
And think they’re so hot,
But I gotta tell yuh`,
You’re not all that great,
You think we all adore you,
But really it’s hate,
I’m not big on RnB,
2000 trainers are too many for me,
At 11pm, I’m usually home,
I’m not fussed on having the best phone,
I don’t like you, or your friends,
I don’t care about the chaviest trends,
(Instruments pause)
So now I’m “Emo” or “Goth”.
You see me and say “get lost”
Ch-ch-chavs.
They hate all emos and Goths,
They sit in chav-land,
And think they’re so hot,
But I gotta tell yuh`,
You’re not all that great,
You think we all adore you,
But really it’s hate,
Well, there’s this finger on my hand.
Wanna see it? I’ll show the whole gang.
(Talking) I’m me, okay?
So go back to Chav-land.
(woah, woah, woah, go back to chav-land…)
Anything You Can Do, We Can Do Better[Inspired by Flobot's "Handlebars".]
You make war,
You do drugs,
You think that,
Money beats hugs.
But that’s not right,
You’re doing this wrong,
If we work together,
We can all get along.
‘Cause;
(drum solo or sum fink`)
Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’re not great at Maths,
Or writing formal letters,
But hey,
We know how to make it okay.
(Drum solo or something here)
Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’ve got imagination,
Forget about clever,
Cause guys,
You need to open your eyes.
Corruption and hate,
Is what we’ve grown up in,
And somehow we still,
Make the best of it.
Can’t you see?
We have determination,
We can rule this world,
(Even though we fail our French examination)
Because;
Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’re not great at Maths,
Or writing formal letters,
But hey,
We know how to make it okay.
(Drum solo or something here)
Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’ve got imagination,
Forget about clever,
Cause guys,
You need to open your eyes.
We can save the world,
While having a laugh,
While you are frustrated,
Screaming at the staff,
We prefer a smile,
Than a million pounds,
We pay attention,
To the sights and the sounds,
But you?
(Speaking) You haven’t got clue.
Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’re not great at Maths,
Or writing formal letters,
But hey,
We know how to make it okay.
(Drum solo or something here)
Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’ve got imagination,
Forget about clever,
Cause guys,
You need to open your eyes.
And listen to us.
:/
Juiced 7:47 am
