Lyricist Please stand man!!!!!!
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MackSonne said:A friend of mine said that rock songs should sound cheesy. Like Motley Crue has: "Our love is like dynamite" or other lame stuff.. What do'you think?
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It really depends. Some people tend to look at the lyrics, some tend to listen to the riffs, some just follow whatever's on radio without caring about whether anything's good or not.
It's more for you to decide what kind of rock you want ot play. I guess?
Rollercoaster
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Incomplete(Still no idea what I"m writing bout): )
Trying to stay awake, in the middle of the night.
Thinking bout the changes, that happen overnight.
Cigarettes and whiskey sitting by the side.
The feeling of a bitter breakup, creep into the night.
We lie close together, but feel miles apart inside.
The memories of us together, everything subsided.
We've hurt each other, we've burnt each other,
we've seen the end of summer, now you've finally say the words,
it's the start of a rainy season........
I'll blow the candle out, while you're tucked safely in bed,
kiss you good night, the kiss that says good bye.
I'll leave by the backdoor, with a smile on my face.
I'll kiss you good bye, the last kiss that says good night.
Trying to stay awake, in the middle of the night.
Thinking bout the changes, that happen overnight.
Cigarettes and whiskey sitting by the side.
The feeling of a bitter breakup, creep into the night.
We lie close together, but feel miles apart inside.
The memories of us together, everything subsided.
We've hurt each other, we've burnt each other,
we've seen the end of summer, now you've finally say the words,
it's the start of a rainy season........
I'll blow the candle out, while you're tucked safely in bed,
kiss you good night, the kiss that says good bye.
I'll leave by the backdoor, with a smile on my face.
I'll kiss you good bye, the last kiss that says good night.
Rollercoaster
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Once there was an old lady, brought up the son of a son. Passed away at sixty-three, put the boy's life at stake. Lost his life to fate, a legacy from his grandma's death. Too much problems on his mind, paper planes to fly away. Common folks around him would say, ya know it's not the best, throwing your life in the air, torture your soul in a cage. The boy never remembers, the old lady's annivasary. Gardens of flowers to forgive, his heart's really not at ease. But somedays when he remembers, rain kept falling on his knees. Troubles and sorrows, a bit of wine, kept him under sanity.
Paper plane, paper plane fly away. Tears n sorrows fades away.
Birthdate blessed with kisses. Blue-green nature second to none. Since his garden fell apart, slept his face in the mess. Saw his grandma in his dreams, hair turns grey overnight. Heavy on his shoulder, sad stories to tell. Forgets to pray on the lady's grave, kisses and love he forgets. Too late to regret he's in tears, so what if he's grieving.
Paper plane, paper plane fly away. Tears n sorrows fades away.
Birthdate blessed with kisses. Blue-green nature second to none. Since his garden fell apart, slept his face in the mess. Saw his grandma in his dreams, hair turns grey overnight. Heavy on his shoulder, sad stories to tell. Forgets to pray on the lady's grave, kisses and love he forgets. Too late to regret he's in tears, so what if he's grieving.
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