So... I wrote this song (http://www.spagbook.com/koa/r2.mp3) for my band (
download/listen for full effect). I'm at a loss for lyrics, though (I suck at that part). I decided to take suggestions. My drummer said he'd come up with something, so I'm like "Yeah, sure dude whatever. Make it a love song or something like that."
Background on my drummer: he's a Vietnam veteran; he's had his shoulder replaced, and he spent the last 18 months battling some kind of hepatitis. He's also a biker, and he has no qualms about discussing his bowel functions.
Anyway, today he presents me with the lyrics. And, I quote:
QuoteWoman with a 4' clit
There's a mist hanging over the ocean
There's a mist hanging under a tree
There's a gal that I know in the valley
With a clit hanging down to her knee
Chorus- Pour me an ocean of whiskey
I'll swim there lord till I drowned
Just show me a chick with a 4 ft clit
And I'll follow her trail on the ground
She broke the high jumpin record
I've never seen one jump any higher
It happened when we was out camping
And she stood too close to the fire
Chorus
Well she's dead but not forgotten
The pain it cuts like a sword
It happened when we went sky diving
And she reached up and pulled the wrong cord
Chorus twice
Quote from: vexati0n on September 29, 2010, 04:27:56 AM
So... I wrote this song (http://www.spagbook.com/koa/r2.mp3) for my band (download/listen for full effect). I'm at a loss for lyrics, though (I suck at that part). I decided to take suggestions. My drummer said he'd come up with something, so I'm like "Yeah, sure dude whatever. Make it a love song or something like that."
Background on my drummer: he's a Vietnam veteran; he's had his shoulder replaced, and he spent the last 18 months battling some kind of hepatitis. He's also a biker, and he has no qualms about discussing his bowel functions.
Anyway, today he presents me with the lyrics. And, I quote:
QuoteWoman with a 4' clit
There's a mist hanging over the ocean
There's a mist hanging under a tree
There's a gal that I know in the valley
With a clit hanging down to her knee
Chorus- Pour me an ocean of whiskey
I'll swim there lord till I drowned
Just show me a chick with a 4 ft clit
And I'll follow her trail on the ground
She broke the high jumpin record
I've never seen one jump any higher
It happened when we was out camping
And she stood too close to the fire
Chorus
Well she's dead but not forgotten
The pain it cuts like a sword
It happened when we went sky diving
And she reached up and pulled the wrong cord
Chorus twice
:mittens:
I smell a one hit wonder here.
:lulz:
You should keep the song as is.
I think I will. it is hilarious.
:spittake:
0_0
Your friend is bi-curiously living through the subject of the song. He has always regretted being circumcised as a child. Rename the song "Foreskin Blues" and you have an instant hit. Fucking hippies.
DON'T CHANGE IT
THAT IS AMAZING
Amazing song! Keep every word as-is.
Step 1 - Leave song as it is.
Step 2 - Defuse inevitable criticism with either:
a) It's satire.
b) It's actually a symbolic ode to the 'divine feminine'.
c) It's a reaction to phallo-centric rock music (cf: Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love")
d) Strange mixture of a, b & c.
Mang' - should've been a pretentious music journalist.*
*As opposed to just being pretentious.