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I used to write songs! I sucked at actually making music, but I still enjoyed writing the lyrics and trying (and failing) to make it into a proper song ^_^ I would post some of the lyrics, but I lost the folder I kept them in D: And most of them were... uh... inappropriate. XD

EDIT: Gah, I missed another milestone! This time it was my 4500th post >_<

Last edited by RedRocker227 (2012-01-24 14:45:28)

my-chemical-romance wrote:

Made it up on the spot, I liked the sound of the cheddargirl line, I have no feelings towards cheddargirl.

You have no feelings against her? She's a really nice person who always comes out on a positive! Anyway,

One day the news wrote;
Miscellaneous is dead!
Or at least that's what others said.
To be honest, it isn't that bad!
The misc. is great,
So don't yet hate!

Here's my suggestion,
Easy as one, two three!
I hope that you agree with me!
Split it up, into sections.
Minecraft, Portal, Team Fortress 2.
Anything else that concerns you!

The Miscellaneous forum,
Shouldn't be deleted!
We won't be defeated!
Let's hope that at least,
It's split up into different parts,
Interests, Concerns - and the Arts!

Let's not forget,
About out best friend,
As we hope Miscellaneous, won't end.

Last edited by NeilWest (2012-01-25 14:26:44)

Here's a song I wrote. It is tentatively titled "She".


she's living in a glass box
she's watching everything writing down
throwing paper in her box of love letters to herself
and smiling on her throne
making her colorblind mistakes
and etching patterns back and forth to her best friend that's just her
but when the time comes for her to accept everyone's flaws and move on
she cracks up
she cracks up
she don't know what to do
and nobody can help her now
she's on her own
and it doesn't feel as good as you thought it would be

convoluted mysteries
always in the key of D
what brings on these fiery fumes
spitting feathers
words flowing out from her mouth
she knows where we are but not why you care
seventeen whispers
living in the fear of smiles
how can your friends and family deal with this monstrosity

she'll be
DEAD one day but there's no-one left to care
no-one left at closing time
no-one left to clean it up
society didn't even want to throw her away
no-one ever cared at all
no-one ever wants to know
i broke down that day
right before i left her
i knew from that moment her haunting would drag me away
but i disappeared
packed my plastic bag
set the object on my shoulders to see what lay ahead
she looked into my soul
there is no control
never after 'cause she screwed up my brain again

Thank you.

Well, I'm writing one...  can't share it though :p

When it was Monday I went for a walk,
I climbed all the way up a mountain made of rock.
I began to tire, so I set up camp,
I made a fire, for some warmth and a lamp.
I slept in a tent, for it was now night,
which began my descent into dreams of fright.
I had a nightmare, in which I became food,
For a giant bear, who was in an angry mood.

and that's all I've got so far.

videogame9 wrote:

When it was Monday I went for a walk,
I climbed all the way up a mountain made of rock.
I began to tire, so I set up camp,
I made a fire, for some warmth and a lamp.
I slept in a tent, for it was now night,
which began my descent into dreams of fright.
I had a nightmare, in which I became food,
For a giant bear, who was in an angry mood.

and that's all I've got so far.

It seems too overly rhymed and conformed to me

This was a triumph
I'm making a point here

Oops.

Ummmm...

If you ever feel
Like a plastic bag


Oops.


I suck at making up lyrics.

My rap about robbing a bank, thought it up on the spot so there'll be some things which sound a little off.

Don't move, ya want some lead in ya?
More of you I smoke, my rep gets bigger
I'm so dope, with my finger on the trigger
So there you mope, a scared senseless figure

I run outta the bank, gun in hand
The manager runs out, tries to take a stand
Another buster dead, employees are canned

So I hop in the rider with my Gs
The car starts stallin' he says "oh please"
I look behind us, who could it be?
It's only the suckers from the police
He starts the car up real quick
Then outta the city, we went real slick
Next time we gettin' a driver who ain't so thick

The sirens are wailin' behind us
Then outta nowhere, my homeboy cussed
He said "Yo man, we drivin' like a bus"
Then for some reason, he hit the gas
My homie got up, and started to blast
Those buster cops are a thing of the past

We started to roll into this country place
The riches and luxury I could taste
You see it was easy, we were packing
While them morons were sitting there banking
They were hyperventilating, fainting
Thinking that society was tainted
But me and my homies know a picture was painted
Don't mess with us, or get yo' face blasted

soupoftomato wrote:

veggieman001 wrote:

ssss wrote:

Well, I'm writing one...  can't share it though :p

Explicit language? Mine actually has some too, but I cleverly covered it up.

Changing the bomb to screw?

Haha nope. That was and always has been screw.