| Song #2: Country Folk Ballad |
[May. 30th, 2006|01:57 pm] |
Why?
(written by me)
Why did you slam the door?
Was it that I called you a whore?
Believe me when I say: I wanted no fight.
Why did you have to scream at me last night?
Was it Big Steve Johnson rolling right back into town.
Terrorizing midgets, children, me, dressed up as clown?
Why is your ex-boyfriend back from county jail?
And why is it that old fat ass chose me, babe to assail?
All I ever wanted was a one night stand
Marriage and divorce from me was all you had planned.
But why must I be the subject of your ire?
Babe that knife behind your back you used to slash my tire.
Oh how I wish that I’d never fucked with you,
With my mind and soul I just knew you’d screw.
These concrete shoes I’m wearing and the river below
I’m going down there for a swim, but doll, it’s winter don’t you know?
Was it that night that you slammed the door?
You cheated on me babe, that’s why I called you a whore.
Please put the knife down baby I don’t want to fight no more
In fact I think I want to live, no matter what’s in store…
Oh it’s to late for me, is that what you say?
Well babe to that one thing there is for me that’s left to say.
Go tell Big Steve Johnson to go fuck himself at dinner
Babe you’re making a mistake, don’t kill me cause I’m a winner.
Was it that night that you slammed the door?
You fucked him babe, you know, that’s why I called you a whore.
I didn’t mean it though, break off these shoes with that sledgehammer
And help me put big Stevie back where he belongs, the big county slammer.
Why do you keep staring?
Why at my eyes do you keep glaring?
I know it was just what I said last night.
These concrete shoes I’m wearing
And the handcuffs me and Stevie are sharing
Make your knife mighty unfair in this fight.
I know it was that night you slammed the door.
I stand by what I said, you’re still a whore.
But why all this, my darling dear
You know cold water I fear
Why did you have to walk out slam the door? |
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| I wrote a song today... |
[May. 29th, 2006|04:35 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | The Computer Room | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | ENCORE at 1 A,M. - The Subways | ] |
For my solo project: Swiss Army Death Machine.
If and When I get any amount of studio time/learn an instrument, this shall be the first solo.
Bad Bacne
(written by me)
Baby I would love to love you
but there's something I've got to show.
Baby I would love to fuck you
but there's something you've got to know:
BAD BACNE!
Oh baby how I've tried to hide it from you...
BAD BACNE!
The T-Shirt in the pool was just to hide it from view.
Oh baby please stop staring this shirt I'm wearing
is white, and flecked with blood.
Oh I'll pop it please just stop it, my shame I'm sharing
Clean and Clear caked on like mud...
BAD BACNE!
Oh my baby how I wish that you'd understand.
BAD BACNE!
But now you only cringe when I reach to hold your hand...
(Some kinda solo)
So baby please don't leave me, never decieve me
you just can't see it from your point of view.
The more that I'm sweating the worse that it's getting
while I'm on top, oh baby fucking you...
(Obligitor power chord ending)
BOOM!!!! |
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| Alright...alright... |
[Jul. 2nd, 2005|02:15 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  horny | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Echoes - Pink Floyd | ] |
You people don't want to look at my nice, pretty looking Blogger...then fine. I can deal. TMMS moves back to LJ...albeit with a slightly diffrent format.
Can't be whiny all the time, can I?
Don't...don't answer that.
TMMS~! |
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| This the the End... |
[Jun. 15th, 2005|11:35 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Roar | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The End - The Doors | ] |
You people (one person) want me to post so bad? Fine...fine...I'm posting. Im posting to let you know that Im never posting again...at least not here. I've decided to move to the much nicer looking Googly type thing...Bloger...that way... I can post on more than just whatever happens to be depressing me that day. This is dead dead dead...had been for quite some time. My vfarewell address was quite a lot longer than this at first, but livejournal decided to delete it.
For those of you still interested...for those of you who crave your monthly (soon to be weekly) dose of treesmakemesad:
http://treesmakemesad.blogspot.com/ |
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| I Post |
[Mar. 26th, 2005|10:52 pm] |
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WHEN I FEEL LIKE POSTING! STOP BUGGING ME YOU FUNKING PRINKS! |
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| Just Some Quizes... |
[Mar. 19th, 2005|02:24 pm] |
No Updates on the band as per yet...song writing is so hard~!
Well...it's hard when you can't rhyme to save you life and when everything you write sounds like some fake part of your self that could never really exist and yet pretend that it does...but oh well.
Perhaps that means that I'm destined to not be depressed all my life.
If you want to be in the band, reply to this thread.
I took some quizes...here are some results.
 | You scored as Dissapear. Your death will be from dissapearing, probably a camping trip gone wrong or an evening hike you never returned from.
Suicide | | 100% | Dissapear | | 100% | Posion | | 67% | Disease | | 67% | Stabbed | | 67% | Electric Chair | | 67% | Drowning | | 67% | Accident | | 53% | Suffocated | | 33% | Bomb | | 33% | Eaten | | 33% | Gunshot | | 0% | Cut Throat | | 0% | </td>
How Will You Die??
created with QuizFarm.com |
Can I commit suicide on a camping trip? That is the best of both worlds really...to tell everyone to go fuck themselves in the greatest way like...ever...and have nobody know about it. Wait...that defeats the purpose entirely dosn't it?
More to come... |
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| Cover Songs |
[Mar. 12th, 2005|11:18 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  I have things to do today... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Goodship Lifestyle - Chumbawumba | ] |
Here are some lyrics.
Aqualung
Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
Feeling alone --
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
Movin' Very Slowly
Movin' very slowly!
Very slowly!
Movin' very slowly!
Very slowly!
Darkness, the fate of the world
Master, give up your soul
Movin' very slowly!
Very slowly!
Movin' very slowly!
Very slowly!
Slower and slower and slower and
Slower and slower and slower and
SLOWER AND SLOWER AND SLOWER AND
SLOWER!
{guitar solo}
Braindead, the state of your mind
Acid rains from above
Movin' very slowly!
Movin' slowly!
Movin' very very slowly!
Very slowly!
Slower and slower and slower and
Slower and slower and slower and
SLOWER AND SLOWER AND SLOWER AND
SLOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!
Whoh yeah! Whoa yeah! Whoa yeah! Whoa yeah!
Whoa yeeaaaaahhhhh!
Whoa yeah! Whoa yeah!
Whoa yeeaaaaahhhhh!
Raaagh!
Muaggh!
Huaagh!
Muahahahahahahaha!
Whoa yeah! Whoa yeah!
Whoa yeeaaaaahhhhh!
Burn! Burn! Burn!
{fades out, then back in}
Burn!
Burn! Burn! Burn!
{extended evil laughter}
Big Bottom
The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin'
That's what I said
The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo
Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em
Big bottom drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?
I met her on Monday, twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean
I love her each weekday, each velvety cheek day
You know what I mean
My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights, yeah
Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about mud flaps, my girl's got 'em
Big bottom drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?
The Goodship Lifestyle
This is the goodship lifestyle
All my friends jumped ship
I elect me the captain
This is the loneliest voyage
I’ve ever been on
Up in the crow’s nest -
Over there! I see land!
First mate? there is no first mate...
This is the goodship lifestyle
Sail away from the world
So steer a course
A course for nowhere
And drop the anchor
My little empire
I’m going nowhere
I’m going nowhere
I’m going nowhere
I’m going nowhere
This is the goodship lifestyle
I fly my very own flag
Tv dinners for one
At the captain’s table
Repel all boarders!
Draw the curtains tighter!
Where’s the crew? there is no
Crew...
This is the goodship lifestyle
So steer a course
A course for nowhere
And drop the anchor
My little empire
I’m going nowhere
I’m going nowhere
I’m going nowhere
I’m going nowhere
Slow Ride
Slow ride, take it easy - Slow ride, take it easy,
Slow ride, take it easy - Slow ride, take it easy.
I'm in the mood, the rhythm is right,
Move to the music, we can roll all night.
Oooh, oooh, slow ride - oooh, oooh ...
Slow ride, take it easy
Slow ride, take it easy
Slow ride, take it easy - Slow ride, take it easy
Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time
Hold me, roll me, slow ridin' woman you're so fine
{Rod and Dave riffs}
Woo!
I'm in the mood, the rhythm is right,
Move to the music yea, we can roll all night, yea.
Oooh, oooh ...
Slow ride, take it easy - Slow ride, take it easy
Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time
Hold me, roll me, slow ridin' woman you're so fine
(Slow ride, easy, slow ride, sleazy - Slow ride, easy, slow ride, sleazy)
And I'll leave you with this puzzling question: What is the point of a cumberbund?
Rrrargh |
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| Track Listing |
[Mar. 10th, 2005|08:52 pm] |
Holy crap...two people competing over a spot in my band.
I wonder which one of you auctually plays more than once a month...
You two can both play bass as far as I'm concerned...double the bass, double the mellowness.
And I have come up with the trach listings for the album.
The Dandy Whorehouses present: Muldowney Battles the Polkadotted Robots
1. I Swallowed Knives (And the Knives Won)
2. Aqualung (cover of Jethro Tull)
3. Jesus the Bandit
4. Beautiful Women (Never Call Back)
5. Moving Very Slowly (cover of Taranchula)
6. Saturday Night's Alright (For Feeling Lonely)
7. Big Bottom (cover of Spinal Tap and the reason bass guitars were invented)
8. Conor Oberst is Greater than God
9. Drip Drip Drip (My Broken Heart is Bleeding)
10. The Goodship Lifestyle (cover of Chumbawumba)
11. Darkness on the Edge of my Heart
12. Letters From the Center of Oblivion
13. Everytime I Play a G Chord (A Part of Me Dies)
14. A Bad Road Lies Ahead
15. Captain Obvious
Hidden Track 1: The Rammadon Song
Hidden Track 2: Slow Ride (cover of Foghat)
So we have five covers and twelve songs written by me...not a bad crop if I do say so...I'll post the lyrics to the cover songs later...
Pimps up, hoes down. |
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| 100% ABSOFUCKINGLUTLY HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT (This is one long post...no lj cut for you)! |
[Mar. 9th, 2005|03:59 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | HAPPY! IM FUCKING HAPPY! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Foghat - Slow Ride | ] |
Well...today is a historic day in LiveJounal...nay...internet history. I, treesmakemesad, am coming out of the closet.
Not like that. Yet.
If you can't tell by now, my keyboard is fixed...I pressed "Caps Lock" and things started working again...whod'a thought?
But...back to the HISTORIC MOMENT...quite possibly the biggest announcement the world will ever witness.
Today, I am happy.
You would have to think that, if trees make me sad, and they do, that not much makes me happy. Well...you'd be wrong...plenty of things make me happy, and I will list them right now.
1. Chocolate Bumpy Cake from Entemans Bakery
2. The movie "Garden State"
3. The TV show "Gilmore Girls" (remember...not yet)
and...starting today...
4. Music
Let me be a bit more specific. I listened to music, and have listened, for quite some time. Yet...yesterday I discovered the two all time greatest bands...of all time!
Bright Eyes...Conor Oberst is a fucking God. Or demon. Whatever...he has been placed high upon that pedestal that only...uhh...Zach Braff and Stan Lee have reached in the past...that of "My Idol and Paragon of Virtue."
Foghat...Slow Ride is the fucking awesomeness. I don't know how I came to this little slice of sweetness, but it makes me tingly all over...like The Cure...or Bright Eyes.
That being said, I typed above that I had an "ABSOFUCKINGLUTLY HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT!"
That is a lie. I have TWO announcements!
1. I am changing the name of this again... "Letters from the Edge of Oblivion" dosn't describe me nearly as well as "Darkness at the Edge of My Heart" does.
2. Here it is...the really...really...really big announcement. The announcement that will have most of you ruining my good mood with posts of ridicule, yet some of you will probably come to my aid with...aid. That being said...I must say this:
HELP WANTED
"Talented" people needed to form band.
Yes, while listening to music, my ees were opened...just think of how diffrent the world would be if I were a superficial celebrity...in a band...singing my pop lyrics of hate and suicide? But then I came to the sad realization that I can't do much...except for sing. I can't really even sing...but not that many people can anymore, so I'm cool. I hope.
Influances: Bright Eyes, Foghat, Deep Purple, Blue Oyster Cult, The Cure, Linkin Park, Green Day of this year.
Positions Needed
-Lead Guitarist
-Acoustic Guitarist
-Bass Guitarist
-Drummer
-Keyboard
-Synth
-Organ
-Back-Up Singer
-Electric Violin
-Anything else that can be thought of.
The name of the band is The Dandy Whorehouses.
The first album I plan on writing and recording is called "Muldowney Battles the Polkadotted Robots."
I plan on having some original songs...covering all of the styles: emo, scremo, nu emo, synth emo, new wave emo, pop-emo, and southern rock...
Songs So Far
1. I Swallowed Knives (And the Knives Won)
2. Jesus the Bandit
3. Saturday Night's Alright (For Feeling Lonely)
4. The Rammadon Song.
5. Aqualung
In case you were wondering, the only song that has lyrics or a tone is the Rammadon Song, which I came up with a couple of years ago. I could come up with more songs, or the rest could be covers. Aqualung is a cover. Uhh...Jesus the Bandit and Saturday Night's Alright (For Feeling Lonely) are meant to be long songs, so we will see where that goes.
As far as critera for being in the band...for the love of God...don't suck. Please. I beg of you...if there is one thing in life that I want to do that is done right, this is it. Also, you must be able to accept my total, totalitarion, iron fist rule over the direction, music, and lyrics of the band, because even the oppressed, ignorant, lowly, and otherwise pathetic people in this world deserve to boss some people around...even if those people are more talented and could easily kick my ass.
Other than that...that is really all. Respond if you are interested...tell you friends. I see some of you have more than enough friends to send over to my slice of auful that they can see this and respond. I deserve more than 13 imaginary internet friends you know!
So reply damn it...have others reply as well...and remember...
Sod Off! |
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