JoeyG
01-06-2007, 09:45 PM
I'm going to date these ones. The more recent ones are at the top, because that's how my song vault is organized and prefiltering them for xGen is too much work. A lot of these recent ones are about a girl, which unfortunately destroys most of my really creative tendencies. I'll try to avoid them.
On This Forest Floor (Jan 1/2007, 0:22)
On this forest floor there's a bullet in my leg
On this forest floor there's no one left to say
That on this forest floor, I'm missing what I need
As I'm fading away from me
The pain is numb, the sky is black
I feel a hole, a growing lack
My blood is blue, my fingers white
As all my days are seeing night
Sleeping, fallen to the ground
Weeping, missing all the sound
In my memories of this earth
A wounded death, a wounded birth
On this forest floor there's a bullet in my back
On this forest floor I'm never gonna crack
'Cause on this forest floor I've finally found peace
As I'm fading away from me
The pain is numb, the sky is black
I feel a hole, a growing lack
My blood is blue, my fingers white
As all my days are seeing night
Dying, laying in the dirt
Crying, bleeding through my shirt
In my memories of this life
So many joys, such frequent strife
On this forest floor there's a bullet in my soul
On this forest floor I will never reach my goal
But on this forest floor I will soon be free
As I'm fading away from me
The pain is numb, the sky is black
I feel a hole, a growing lack
My blood is blue, my fingers white
As all my days are seeing night
All my days have ended
Transmission (Dec 30/2006 22:57)
Note: This is a true song about how I fixed my remote temperature sensor by moving the radio's ground wire from the plastic chassis to the battery cathode.
Electronic free time, hanging out
On a grounding wire, just a bit too stout
Electron free time, no more room!
The radio's reception now is doomed.
Taped to the plastic chassis
Engineers trying to be classy
Killed my reception, baby
Oh the grounding wire, disconnected
Far too short and miscorrected
Weakened the signal
Weakened the signal 'til it died
Temperature data lost
Transmitted at so little cost
But still it's loss was devastating
Devastated me
But I fixed it, yesterday
To avoid a product RMA
Yesterday, the warranty succumbed to me
When I opened it and moved the wire...
Taped to the plastic chassis
Engineers trying to be classy
Killed my reception, baby
Oh, the grounding wire, redirected
To the cathode of the power sector
Of a battery
Of the battery below it
Temperature data found
Transmitted without any sound
Yet its return was revelating
Revelated me
Yeah I fixed it, yesterday
To avoid a product RMA
Yesterday, the warranty succumbed to me
When I opened it and moved the wire...
Taped to the plastic chassis
Engineers trying to be classy
Killed my reception, baby
Electronic free time, hanging out
When a power drain flushed the current out
Electron free time, time to move
'Cause I've got something to prove
Yeah, I've got a theory to prove
Amanda (Dec 27/2006 23:17)
I am in love with a girl I can't find
I've been away for days and she is all that's on my mind
I am in love with a girl who's not replied
To the message that I sent her
When I realized,
When I realized I love her
Yesterday I tried to forget
Think about another girl
But I can't forget Amanda
Because she is the most beautiful
I missed you, yesterday
I missed you yet again today
I miss you, so painfully
How I want to return
To the times that you were here with me
I am in love with a girl I can't see
During this vacation I have nothing but her memory
I am in love with a girl who's not returned
To the place where I had left her
When I realized,
When I realized I love her
Loving from a distance isn't easier for me
The pain that's in my heart each day
I couldn't bear but with her memory
I missed you, yesterday
I missed you yet again today
I miss you, so painfully
How I want to return
To the times that you were here with me
[repeat verse 1]
Ishtaban (Oct 22/2006 22:22)
Note: This song isn't finished yet, and may never be. Note2: It's far more of a poem than a song, you don't have to tell me.
Hobos living in Ishtaban have nothing left to fear
They're living their lives in paradise while the wars continue here
Hobos living in Ishtaban are dancing in the streets
When we rebelled the Leaders came and cut off Grandma's feet
In Ishtaban you can't get ahead
Can't climb atop or be left for dead
The rain is soft and the sun is kind
Lakes where streams and paths unwind
But there's nobody left in Ishtaban
Nobody drinks from the stream
A soldier named money was an evil man
And he picked the rivers clean
Oh, there's nobody left in Ishtaban
And the land has no one there
Such land alone fell to riches' throne
Leaving rocks and gullies bare
...
Drifter (Nov 18/2006 22:23)
Note: This is also based on a true event, except by "yesterday" I mean sometime in October.
Yesterday I met a drifter who
Wanted to be someone too
He was going to school, to learn to read
But he couldn't find someone to lead him
Out of the woods into the sun
Where clarity shows that we're all undone
Because the pain of knowing is far too great
And the studious doctors won't sedate me
Nobody here is really free
We've stopped trying to truly see
The woods and the sun are blurring now
And it's getting cloudy
Oh, it's getting cloudy down here
My drifter learning to take part
In a sad facade of the devil's art
Still sees clearer than you or I
But the clouds are darkening
Yes, the clouds are darkening
And we're all starting to die.
Time (Nov 16/2006)
Crying, dying, what's to live for?
Getting high and falling to the floor
Sighing, lying, when it all will end
Us people alone have lost our only friends
Jesus
Where have you gone today
Where did you leave us
Drowning in this passive time decay
Crying, dying, why do anything?
Nobody cares, it's time for languishing
Time will never return.
The next several songs are pretty cool, but my fingers are tired and so they will wait for a new thread.
On This Forest Floor (Jan 1/2007, 0:22)
On this forest floor there's a bullet in my leg
On this forest floor there's no one left to say
That on this forest floor, I'm missing what I need
As I'm fading away from me
The pain is numb, the sky is black
I feel a hole, a growing lack
My blood is blue, my fingers white
As all my days are seeing night
Sleeping, fallen to the ground
Weeping, missing all the sound
In my memories of this earth
A wounded death, a wounded birth
On this forest floor there's a bullet in my back
On this forest floor I'm never gonna crack
'Cause on this forest floor I've finally found peace
As I'm fading away from me
The pain is numb, the sky is black
I feel a hole, a growing lack
My blood is blue, my fingers white
As all my days are seeing night
Dying, laying in the dirt
Crying, bleeding through my shirt
In my memories of this life
So many joys, such frequent strife
On this forest floor there's a bullet in my soul
On this forest floor I will never reach my goal
But on this forest floor I will soon be free
As I'm fading away from me
The pain is numb, the sky is black
I feel a hole, a growing lack
My blood is blue, my fingers white
As all my days are seeing night
All my days have ended
Transmission (Dec 30/2006 22:57)
Note: This is a true song about how I fixed my remote temperature sensor by moving the radio's ground wire from the plastic chassis to the battery cathode.
Electronic free time, hanging out
On a grounding wire, just a bit too stout
Electron free time, no more room!
The radio's reception now is doomed.
Taped to the plastic chassis
Engineers trying to be classy
Killed my reception, baby
Oh the grounding wire, disconnected
Far too short and miscorrected
Weakened the signal
Weakened the signal 'til it died
Temperature data lost
Transmitted at so little cost
But still it's loss was devastating
Devastated me
But I fixed it, yesterday
To avoid a product RMA
Yesterday, the warranty succumbed to me
When I opened it and moved the wire...
Taped to the plastic chassis
Engineers trying to be classy
Killed my reception, baby
Oh, the grounding wire, redirected
To the cathode of the power sector
Of a battery
Of the battery below it
Temperature data found
Transmitted without any sound
Yet its return was revelating
Revelated me
Yeah I fixed it, yesterday
To avoid a product RMA
Yesterday, the warranty succumbed to me
When I opened it and moved the wire...
Taped to the plastic chassis
Engineers trying to be classy
Killed my reception, baby
Electronic free time, hanging out
When a power drain flushed the current out
Electron free time, time to move
'Cause I've got something to prove
Yeah, I've got a theory to prove
Amanda (Dec 27/2006 23:17)
I am in love with a girl I can't find
I've been away for days and she is all that's on my mind
I am in love with a girl who's not replied
To the message that I sent her
When I realized,
When I realized I love her
Yesterday I tried to forget
Think about another girl
But I can't forget Amanda
Because she is the most beautiful
I missed you, yesterday
I missed you yet again today
I miss you, so painfully
How I want to return
To the times that you were here with me
I am in love with a girl I can't see
During this vacation I have nothing but her memory
I am in love with a girl who's not returned
To the place where I had left her
When I realized,
When I realized I love her
Loving from a distance isn't easier for me
The pain that's in my heart each day
I couldn't bear but with her memory
I missed you, yesterday
I missed you yet again today
I miss you, so painfully
How I want to return
To the times that you were here with me
[repeat verse 1]
Ishtaban (Oct 22/2006 22:22)
Note: This song isn't finished yet, and may never be. Note2: It's far more of a poem than a song, you don't have to tell me.
Hobos living in Ishtaban have nothing left to fear
They're living their lives in paradise while the wars continue here
Hobos living in Ishtaban are dancing in the streets
When we rebelled the Leaders came and cut off Grandma's feet
In Ishtaban you can't get ahead
Can't climb atop or be left for dead
The rain is soft and the sun is kind
Lakes where streams and paths unwind
But there's nobody left in Ishtaban
Nobody drinks from the stream
A soldier named money was an evil man
And he picked the rivers clean
Oh, there's nobody left in Ishtaban
And the land has no one there
Such land alone fell to riches' throne
Leaving rocks and gullies bare
...
Drifter (Nov 18/2006 22:23)
Note: This is also based on a true event, except by "yesterday" I mean sometime in October.
Yesterday I met a drifter who
Wanted to be someone too
He was going to school, to learn to read
But he couldn't find someone to lead him
Out of the woods into the sun
Where clarity shows that we're all undone
Because the pain of knowing is far too great
And the studious doctors won't sedate me
Nobody here is really free
We've stopped trying to truly see
The woods and the sun are blurring now
And it's getting cloudy
Oh, it's getting cloudy down here
My drifter learning to take part
In a sad facade of the devil's art
Still sees clearer than you or I
But the clouds are darkening
Yes, the clouds are darkening
And we're all starting to die.
Time (Nov 16/2006)
Crying, dying, what's to live for?
Getting high and falling to the floor
Sighing, lying, when it all will end
Us people alone have lost our only friends
Jesus
Where have you gone today
Where did you leave us
Drowning in this passive time decay
Crying, dying, why do anything?
Nobody cares, it's time for languishing
Time will never return.
The next several songs are pretty cool, but my fingers are tired and so they will wait for a new thread.