What are some of your own lyrics that you are proud to say you wrote?
For example, I'm beginning in writing rap lyrics with my friend as a hobby project.
Drivin to a party with my homies, no dates
Poppin mollies? no, just chuggin alcohol and third base
take her to the bathroom, lock the door, finish off on her face
it may be awkward after, but i fuckin hope she stays
[QUOTE=clubpixel;43942397]What are some of your own lyrics that you are proud to say you wrote?
For example, I'm beginning in writing rap lyrics with my friend as a hobby project.
Drivin to a party with my homies, no dates
Poppin mollies? no, just chuggin alcohol and third base
take her to the bathroom, lock the door, finish off on her face
it may be awkward after, but i fuckin hope she stays[/QUOTE]
Extremely generic, uninspired, unintelligent rap. Don't take this as a personal attack but it's abysmal. If you're gonna try and write nice lyrics, even just as a hobby, I suggest you give [URL="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2U0FFZXMN8"]MF Doom[/URL] and [URL="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8yKTuvRmPE"]Immortal Technique[/URL] a listen. Other Facepunchers may be able to give even better suggestions.
However, keeping the thread on track, here's a few verses of a WIP cryptic song (-- indicates a pause):
[QUOTE]Envision silent dawns of black and red--
And emptied cognac bottles scattered on a crimson bed.
Within my head--
Scenes and situations play although the mind is dead.
The humble shape here in my arms, so safe is she from long gone harm,
though demons of the stereotype conspire to break her youthful charm.
Bespectacled, in surreal care, defined by her soul-soothing stare,
and Pyrrhic ways on frequent days, the taste of surfaces so bare.
/
Envision darker dusks of black and blue--
Enjoyable things for pseudokings, another gift from you.
A love so true--
Twisted situations play, it's all we ever do.
The humble shape that straddles on takes care of me with lustful harm,
within four walls the tension falls and leads the way to breathless calm,
when in the arms we both play dead, no things to say, ponder instead,
two statues tethered to the red, our pedestal a crimson bed
/
Envision blinding suns, six-sided, green--
She wanders 'bout, within, without, so raw yet so pristine.
What has been seen--
--inside the mind of girls so kind: reality or dream.
The humble shape in prisons lost, with rooms of cold and beams of rust,
she doesn't mind, she knows she must... --
The humble shape now stands so tall, she answers some perdition's call,
the bane is flowing through her veins: she reigns, beyond death, over all[/QUOTE]
It'd have a rather sinister tone and be sung over a dark, slow track, not unlike Massive Attack's [I][URL="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HnF5T4Neuc"]Group Four[/URL][/I].
EDIT: Oh, I also once wrote these lyrics about the legend of Icarus:
[QUOTE]In times of Gods and magistrates,
in times of myths and men,
there was a boy, Icarus,
longed to be free once again.
Father, daedalean-minded,
brilliant he was quite.
He crafted wings of wax and strings,
and feathers to take flight.
Daedalus, he warned his son,
"Fly neither low, nor high!
For chilling sea and burning sun,
they vowed to take your life!"
And so they left Minos' spire,
and soared away from Crete,
above the waves, below the clouds,
so freedom they could meet.
Icarus trailed his father,
sense of wonder turned him blind,
he fell in love with Maiden Sol,
obsession filled his mind.
The boy ascended, father cried,
but blissf'ly unaware,
Icarus, he took no more care,
glided up through the air.
The beauty of the Golden Maid,
the warmth of her embrace,
led poor Icarus far too close,
for he gave it no space.
And so the wings his father built,
despite his expertise,
they fell apart, Icarus plunged
and died in hungry seas.[/QUOTE]
Eh. Why not.
[QUOTE]We don't like ourselves.
Mirrors are our enemies,
'cause in them we see the face of who we really are
what we're becoming
So we lose ourselves
Into strands of black
Throw ourselves
into little phrases tick a tac
Our thumbs become our minds
The screen our mouth
and we can't help but speaking,
even though our words have no meaning
And we hate ourselves
For hiding behind lines of text
Letting ourselves only be seen from the mirrors of our screens
Throw ourselves from balconies into the streets.
Let the ground absorb us, please don't ignore us
It's this world you see
Everything's connected
and we've elected
to fire thoughts
into outer space
with no protection
Let our minds ricochet
off of satellites in the hopes that we might
get seen by others
that know our troubles,
maybe they can
help us through our struggles
But we don't know ourselves
And without starting
we have tried departing
from earth and leaving
but time is fleeting
and in this moment
we've lost our footing the world's
receding sanity is screaming past
and the ground is coming fast
[/QUOTE]
Blow, blow, blow your goat
Gently 'till it creams
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merilly
Hair gets in your teeth
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