Did you ever hear lyrics to a cool song and think: I could have writen that!
Give us few lines of the song.
In my case, this song by The Brazilian Girls has lyrics that are so simple yet elegant. The song is titled “Pussy” and it’s also got a catchy beat, but for some reason, I do not think it will get on the airwaves.
There are many songs I wich I had written, because they match perfectly with my way of thinking…
I have to admit I could not have written them though:( .
I remember seeing The Cramps as the warm up band for the Ramones at CBGB’s way back when. I feel certain I could have written their anti-hit, “We’re The Cramps”. Done to a laboring 12 bar blues progression the lyrics went:
We’re the Cramps.
We’re the Cramps.
We’re the Cramps.
We’re the Cramps.
We’re the Cramps.
We’re the Cramps.
We’re the Cramps.
I don’t believe, and this is why I could never have been as great, I could have brought myself to expectorate on the audience, though.
I feel like I could have written a lot of music and lyrics by Pink Floyd. However, I know that I am simply not talented enough.
Echoes:
Strangers passing in the street.
By chance two separate glances meet.
And I am you and what I see is me.
Time:
And you run(you run),
To catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking.
Racing around, to come up behind you again.
Time is the same, in a relative way, but you’re older.
Shorter of breath, and one step closer to death.
In classical music I always feel like I could’ve written a lot of pieces by Julio Sagreras. Yet, again. I’m just not that good. Well, maybe I am, but it takes a lot of time and commitment.
Check it out now, funk sole brother.
Right about now, funk sole brother.
Check it out now, funk sole brother.
Right about now, funk sole brother.
Check it out now, funk sole brother.
Right about now, funk sole brother.
Check it out now, funk sole brother.
Right about now, funk sole brother.
First of all it’s called The Rockafella Skank.
Second, it’s by Fatboy Slim.
Third, I’m pretty sure it’s soul, not sole. He’s not talking about shoes, after all.
And the last, but not the least. It’s not ad infinitum. Nothing is, sorry.
“Boys fess up…
Girls fess up…
All coked up…
WE WANT CUNT
Boys fess up…
Girls fess up…
Actin’ like sluts…
WE WANT CUNT”
“Shut the fuck up, you want me…
Bitches get mad that I swallow more cum than they can
Wanna give me a hand? Cuz I’ll deep throat your dad
Then he’ll cum on my face… before I go on MySpace
An every guy wants my lipstick smeared on his nutsac
Let’s play Barbie and shove Ken’s dick in my ass…
Or you can be R. Kelly an pee on me
Just don’t get it on my plastic surgery”