Day of the Dead
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- Beat It
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Day of the Dead
Wherein Mr. Johnny Cashpoint plays with VST filters for your listening (dis)pleasure ...
if for just one day a year, your dead loved ones reappeared,
Wouldn’t have to act all frightened, sphincters could remain untightened.
Sphincters could remain untightened ...
Be no need to get angry, you could put away your hankies -
Resurrection indicating after death there’s something waiting.
After death, there’s something waiting ...
What more could you ask for than proof that there’s life after?
Ghost or vampire, walking dead - there’s no fate that’s worse than death.
There’s no fate that’s worse than death ...
Those who have come back might not be the brightest ghouls in box.
Zombies sure do have it tough - walk around, their bits fall off.
Walk around, their bits fall off …
Not much that ghosts can take pride in, cursed to haunt the place they died in;
I’d still take bedsheets or rotting, ‘cos there’s nothing worse than nothing.
There’s nothing worse than nothing …
CHORUS
If only dead ones reappeared; but they don’t - it’s myth I fear!
There’s nothing after - fair enough, everything we’ve got is here ...
if for just one day a year, your dead loved ones reappeared,
Wouldn’t have to act all frightened, sphincters could remain untightened.
Sphincters could remain untightened ...
Be no need to get angry, you could put away your hankies -
Resurrection indicating after death there’s something waiting.
After death, there’s something waiting ...
What more could you ask for than proof that there’s life after?
Ghost or vampire, walking dead - there’s no fate that’s worse than death.
There’s no fate that’s worse than death ...
Those who have come back might not be the brightest ghouls in box.
Zombies sure do have it tough - walk around, their bits fall off.
Walk around, their bits fall off …
Not much that ghosts can take pride in, cursed to haunt the place they died in;
I’d still take bedsheets or rotting, ‘cos there’s nothing worse than nothing.
There’s nothing worse than nothing …
CHORUS
If only dead ones reappeared; but they don’t - it’s myth I fear!
There’s nothing after - fair enough, everything we’ve got is here ...
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- Beat It
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Re: Day of the Dead
"Day of the Dead" by Heuristics Inc.
Lyrics by Niveous.
Every street of the city was
Painted faces with toothy grins
Crosses raised for the lost
And we ran wild with skeletons
I swore I saw the devil there
But only glimpsed his face
Still I'm sure he took her hand
And snatched her soul away
Chorus:
The spirits rise tonight
Up to the Mexican moon
May the candles light my way back to you
The spirits rise tonight
Up to the Mexican moon
May the candles light my way back to you
Lost in all the decadence
No faces I could recognize
Spirits laughed in black parades
Drowning out my cries
Found myself at the church
Where the old brujas prayed
Knelt before the altar and
Offered up my soul in trade
Chorus
A procession of ghosts
Led her back to me
Marigolds in her hair
On the edge of sanity
She came back broken
And now I was incomplete
So we joined the cavalcade
Dancing with the deceased
* I added an extra "and" that wasn't in the original lyrics, can you guess where? Also omitted the last chorus because I liked that ending better.
Lyrics by Niveous.
Every street of the city was
Painted faces with toothy grins
Crosses raised for the lost
And we ran wild with skeletons
I swore I saw the devil there
But only glimpsed his face
Still I'm sure he took her hand
And snatched her soul away
Chorus:
The spirits rise tonight
Up to the Mexican moon
May the candles light my way back to you
The spirits rise tonight
Up to the Mexican moon
May the candles light my way back to you
Lost in all the decadence
No faces I could recognize
Spirits laughed in black parades
Drowning out my cries
Found myself at the church
Where the old brujas prayed
Knelt before the altar and
Offered up my soul in trade
Chorus
A procession of ghosts
Led her back to me
Marigolds in her hair
On the edge of sanity
She came back broken
And now I was incomplete
So we joined the cavalcade
Dancing with the deceased
* I added an extra "and" that wasn't in the original lyrics, can you guess where? Also omitted the last chorus because I liked that ending better.
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- Caravan Ray
- bono
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Re: Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead
Lyrics by Niveous*
Music by Caravan Ray
* with a couple of minor edits
She was mascara and leather
Like a goth Emma Peel
She smelled of sweet perfumes
That she loved to steal
She drove a fixed up GTO
Pushed to alarming speeds
One hand on the steering wheel
One hand between my knees
Dammit she was cool
Dammit she was cool
These things never last
But dammit she was cool
She was a pool table hustler
Who could roll a J
Always shared her Xanax
And listened to the Saints
On lazy Sundays
We would just stay in bed
Watching Mad Max (Withnail and I)
And the Day of the Dead
Dammit she was cool
Dammit she was cool
These things never last
But dammit she was cool
Whipsmart and dangerous
She lived for the night
She was always dancing
On the edge of the knife
She ran off to Paris (Adelaide)
To visit dear old Jim (the note said "Tamun Shud")
And I never saw her again...
Dammit she was cool
Dammit she was cool
These things never last
But dammit she was cool
Lyrics by Niveous*
Music by Caravan Ray
* with a couple of minor edits
She was mascara and leather
Like a goth Emma Peel
She smelled of sweet perfumes
That she loved to steal
She drove a fixed up GTO
Pushed to alarming speeds
One hand on the steering wheel
One hand between my knees
Dammit she was cool
Dammit she was cool
These things never last
But dammit she was cool
She was a pool table hustler
Who could roll a J
Always shared her Xanax
And listened to the Saints
On lazy Sundays
We would just stay in bed
Watching Mad Max (Withnail and I)
And the Day of the Dead
Dammit she was cool
Dammit she was cool
These things never last
But dammit she was cool
Whipsmart and dangerous
She lived for the night
She was always dancing
On the edge of the knife
She ran off to Paris (Adelaide)
To visit dear old Jim (the note said "Tamun Shud")
And I never saw her again...
Dammit she was cool
Dammit she was cool
These things never last
But dammit she was cool
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- Push Comes to Shove
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Re: Day of the Dead
"Day of the Dead" by ~)*|*(~
lyrics by Niveous
I ache for vile tastes
I've lost who I am
I'm famine and war
More animal than man
I can smell the blood
Underneath their skin
Chain me to the wall
So the devil doesn't win
Doctor can you help me
I'm losing my identity
Beneath the blood lust
I'm adrift in my psyche
Between the base desires
Somewhere in the twist
A distant voice is shouting
There is more to this
It's scratching at the surface
Persistent memories
Trapped inside the monster
Still a trace of me
Doctor can you help me
I'm losing my identity
Beneath the blood lust
I'm adrift in my psyche
It comes to me in quiet
It subdues the rage
I can see the soldier
The man before the change
I try my best to hold on
But I long to be fed
I'm losing myself
To the passions of the dead
Doctor can you help me
I'm losing my identity
Beneath the blood lust
I'm adrift in my psyche
lyrics by Niveous
I ache for vile tastes
I've lost who I am
I'm famine and war
More animal than man
I can smell the blood
Underneath their skin
Chain me to the wall
So the devil doesn't win
Doctor can you help me
I'm losing my identity
Beneath the blood lust
I'm adrift in my psyche
Between the base desires
Somewhere in the twist
A distant voice is shouting
There is more to this
It's scratching at the surface
Persistent memories
Trapped inside the monster
Still a trace of me
Doctor can you help me
I'm losing my identity
Beneath the blood lust
I'm adrift in my psyche
It comes to me in quiet
It subdues the rage
I can see the soldier
The man before the change
I try my best to hold on
But I long to be fed
I'm losing myself
To the passions of the dead
Doctor can you help me
I'm losing my identity
Beneath the blood lust
I'm adrift in my psyche
- AJOwens
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"Day of the Dead"
lyrics by Niveous
music by James Owens
I can’t help myself
I keep counting the days
Since you swallowed all your pills
And threw your life away
There weren’t any signs
You didn’t leave a note
You just left us all to wonder
Why you had to go
I hope you have some time
To talk to an old friend
Won’t you come around
On the day of the dead
I try not to let
The moment taint the past
But every memory of you
Is reflected in the last
Looking for some clues
So I could understand your grief
Trying to figure out
Why you couldn’t turn to me
I hope you have some time
To talk to an old friend
Won’t you come around
On the day of the dead
I’ve been struggling
With letting you go
So many unanswered questions
I’m drowning in the unknown
I’m going to light a candle
Sit down by your grave
Maybe your spirit
Will have something to say
I hope you have some time
To talk to an old friend
Won’t you come around
On the day of the dead
lyrics by Niveous
music by James Owens
I can’t help myself
I keep counting the days
Since you swallowed all your pills
And threw your life away
There weren’t any signs
You didn’t leave a note
You just left us all to wonder
Why you had to go
I hope you have some time
To talk to an old friend
Won’t you come around
On the day of the dead
I try not to let
The moment taint the past
But every memory of you
Is reflected in the last
Looking for some clues
So I could understand your grief
Trying to figure out
Why you couldn’t turn to me
I hope you have some time
To talk to an old friend
Won’t you come around
On the day of the dead
I’ve been struggling
With letting you go
So many unanswered questions
I’m drowning in the unknown
I’m going to light a candle
Sit down by your grave
Maybe your spirit
Will have something to say
I hope you have some time
To talk to an old friend
Won’t you come around
On the day of the dead
- jb
- Hot for Teacher
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Re: Day of the Dead
"Day of the Dead" by J. Biveous
Lyrics by Niveous
Music by JB
I am the king of everything
I no longer need to dream
My castle outshines the sun
I'll never know the pains of need
No shadows in my home
Every golden apple within my reach
But the liquor on my tongue
No longer tastes as sweet
Oh Katrina
I must confess
I'd give up all the pretty things
Just to be blessed
I've never known poverty
Only opulence and grace
I have no petty jealousies
Or desires I have to chase
The streets of gold I pave
Seem to lead nowhere
I am the spoiled child
Of a God that doesn't care
Oh Katrina
I must confess
I'd give up all the pretty things
Just to be blessed
When I'm lowered into the dirt
And the casket's closed
I will take with me the finer things
The emperor's best clothes
But when my eyes open
Upon my last reward
All the money in the world
Can't fix prayers ignored
Oh Katrina
I must confess
I'd give up all the pretty things
Just to be blessed
Lyrics by Niveous
Music by JB
I am the king of everything
I no longer need to dream
My castle outshines the sun
I'll never know the pains of need
No shadows in my home
Every golden apple within my reach
But the liquor on my tongue
No longer tastes as sweet
Oh Katrina
I must confess
I'd give up all the pretty things
Just to be blessed
I've never known poverty
Only opulence and grace
I have no petty jealousies
Or desires I have to chase
The streets of gold I pave
Seem to lead nowhere
I am the spoiled child
Of a God that doesn't care
Oh Katrina
I must confess
I'd give up all the pretty things
Just to be blessed
When I'm lowered into the dirt
And the casket's closed
I will take with me the finer things
The emperor's best clothes
But when my eyes open
Upon my last reward
All the money in the world
Can't fix prayers ignored
Oh Katrina
I must confess
I'd give up all the pretty things
Just to be blessed
blippity blop ya don’t stop heyyyyyyyyy
- ken
- Hot for Teacher
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Day of the Dead
Ken's Super Duper Band 'n Stuff
lyrics by Niveous
She danced her way through the crowd
And whispered in my ear
Said that this scene was dead
Maybe we could disappear
I looked into her big green eyes
And found a hint of marigold
She slipped her hand into mine
No telling what the future holds
I know she's playing a wicked game
And I'm caught in the masquerade
But her spirit moves me
Closer to eternity
She led the way through winding streets
And a shadowy parade
A night full of wandering ghosts
My heart began to race
She kissed me under the moonlight
Her lips held a touch of cold
My head felt heavy at her touch
She said let me take you home
I was lost in her thrall
As she opened up the gates
She whispered make love to me
As we tumbled into the grave
She tasted like sugar
As we were swallowed by the depths
I lost all my control
As I surrendered to death
Ken's Super Duper Band 'n Stuff
lyrics by Niveous
She danced her way through the crowd
And whispered in my ear
Said that this scene was dead
Maybe we could disappear
I looked into her big green eyes
And found a hint of marigold
She slipped her hand into mine
No telling what the future holds
I know she's playing a wicked game
And I'm caught in the masquerade
But her spirit moves me
Closer to eternity
She led the way through winding streets
And a shadowy parade
A night full of wandering ghosts
My heart began to race
She kissed me under the moonlight
Her lips held a touch of cold
My head felt heavy at her touch
She said let me take you home
I was lost in her thrall
As she opened up the gates
She whispered make love to me
As we tumbled into the grave
She tasted like sugar
As we were swallowed by the depths
I lost all my control
As I surrendered to death
Ken's Super Duper Band 'n Stuff - Berkeley Social Scene - Tiny Robots - Seamus Collective - Semolina Pilchards - Cutie Pies - Explino! - Bravo Bros. - 2 from 14 - and more!
i would just like to remind everyone that Ken eats kittens - blue lang
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- Jerkatorium
- Push Comes to Shove
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Re: Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead
Lyrics by Niveous*
Music by Jerkatorium
[* with several major edits; the good parts are Niveous's lyrics, and anything sub-par is my fault.]
Gonna beat it on down the line
Through the cold and rain
Until I find
That at the end of the Golden Road
There’s no more time for caution
The faster we go
(Smoke ‘em if you got em)
Make it to the show
Don’t lose your head
Don’t miss a thing
The Day of the Dead.
We’re goin’ past the mountains of the moon
We’re following the wind and we’ll
be there soon
So keep trucking on through the night
Until the morning comes and we
see the sun shine
(Smoke ‘em if you got em)
A house of peace and love
Don’t lose your head
Don’t miss a thing
The Day of the Dead.
Like the morning sun you come
and Like the wind you go
And then there will be dancing in the streets
And prayers to saints of circumstance
and more repeats
This trip has been so long and strange and long
This trip has been so long and strange and
also, so long
(Smoke ‘em if you got em)
Tie died and fried
I’d lost my head
So long, so high
The Day of the Dead
Lyrics by Niveous*
Music by Jerkatorium
[* with several major edits; the good parts are Niveous's lyrics, and anything sub-par is my fault.]
Gonna beat it on down the line
Through the cold and rain
Until I find
That at the end of the Golden Road
There’s no more time for caution
The faster we go
(Smoke ‘em if you got em)
Make it to the show
Don’t lose your head
Don’t miss a thing
The Day of the Dead.
We’re goin’ past the mountains of the moon
We’re following the wind and we’ll
be there soon
So keep trucking on through the night
Until the morning comes and we
see the sun shine
(Smoke ‘em if you got em)
A house of peace and love
Don’t lose your head
Don’t miss a thing
The Day of the Dead.
Like the morning sun you come
and Like the wind you go
And then there will be dancing in the streets
And prayers to saints of circumstance
and more repeats
This trip has been so long and strange and long
This trip has been so long and strange and
also, so long
(Smoke ‘em if you got em)
Tie died and fried
I’d lost my head
So long, so high
The Day of the Dead
"Yes, I am a Muppet with B.O.; this song speaks to me." - Manhattan Glutton
- Here, Atticus
- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
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Re: Day of the Dead
Deep in the earth we bide our time
and count the days away
Voices above carry on their lives
We listen to them pray
“Lead us from darkness and keep us safe”
But down here know where you’ve been
Pray on, pray on, and prepare for the day
when we will see you again
The Day of the Dead
Nearly a year has passed
since you saw us last
And nothing provided the peace that you want
And the day’s finally come to return to the haunt
Wake up, stretch out those fingers
Joints crack as limbs extend
Today we walk among them
Today life doesn’t end
Break through the dirt and climb out of the ground
Shake off the soil and rot
Go out and find someone happy you’re gone
And tell them that you’re not!
As skeletons walk among us
You can’t put your fears to bed
All of your sins will find you
on the day of the dead
and count the days away
Voices above carry on their lives
We listen to them pray
“Lead us from darkness and keep us safe”
But down here know where you’ve been
Pray on, pray on, and prepare for the day
when we will see you again
The Day of the Dead
Nearly a year has passed
since you saw us last
And nothing provided the peace that you want
And the day’s finally come to return to the haunt
Wake up, stretch out those fingers
Joints crack as limbs extend
Today we walk among them
Today life doesn’t end
Break through the dirt and climb out of the ground
Shake off the soil and rot
Go out and find someone happy you’re gone
And tell them that you’re not!
As skeletons walk among us
You can’t put your fears to bed
All of your sins will find you
on the day of the dead
- glennny
- Jump
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Re: Day of the Dead
G.U.N.S.
Lyrics by Niveous
music by glennny
There's a symphony in my head
Called the day of the dead
Zappa chooses the key
And Keith Moon starts the beat
Jaco’s bass saunters in
Followed by George Harrison
He plays a melody so good
It dwarfs Norwegian Wood
Never say goodbye
My favorite songs will never die
Because I'll never let them go
The soundtrack to my soul
And the horns begin to blow
Miles Davis sets the tone
The groove is underway
Driven by ol’ brother Ray
The Buckleys do a harmony
Brings the angels to their feet
At the end of their refrain
Is when Jimi starts to play
Never say goodbye
My favorite songs will never die
Because I'll never let them go
The soundtrack to my soul
The bridge is Morrison poetry
Sung by Freddie Mercury
Over the sultry moan
Of Coltrane’s saxophone
Otis Redding takes the stage
With Sam Cooke and Marvin Gaye
They belt out the final verse
And it takes all to church
Never say goodbye
My favorite songs will never die
Because I'll never let them go
The soundtrack to my soul
Lyrics by Niveous
music by glennny
There's a symphony in my head
Called the day of the dead
Zappa chooses the key
And Keith Moon starts the beat
Jaco’s bass saunters in
Followed by George Harrison
He plays a melody so good
It dwarfs Norwegian Wood
Never say goodbye
My favorite songs will never die
Because I'll never let them go
The soundtrack to my soul
And the horns begin to blow
Miles Davis sets the tone
The groove is underway
Driven by ol’ brother Ray
The Buckleys do a harmony
Brings the angels to their feet
At the end of their refrain
Is when Jimi starts to play
Never say goodbye
My favorite songs will never die
Because I'll never let them go
The soundtrack to my soul
The bridge is Morrison poetry
Sung by Freddie Mercury
Over the sultry moan
Of Coltrane’s saxophone
Otis Redding takes the stage
With Sam Cooke and Marvin Gaye
They belt out the final verse
And it takes all to church
Never say goodbye
My favorite songs will never die
Because I'll never let them go
The soundtrack to my soul
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- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
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Re: Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead
by tomdg and Wub
Happy birthday Rowland
If I can say that when you're dead
I would have liked to go to see you
but I was ignorant instead
Till that day you blew my mind
when I was walking home with the radio on
But now you sleep alone
I looked you up on FaceBook
but you'd already been and gone
I tracked you through your journals
and I cursed my stupid luck
that this diamond I'd discovered
was already found and lost forever more
you sleep alone
I watch you gig on YouTube
I put your CD on
I play your songs on my guitar
And I can almost see you smiling
and I can almost hear you scowl
and I'm cowering at your intensity
and though I lost you
before I found you
you're still with me today
this day of the dead
RIP Rowland S Howard, 1959-2009
by tomdg and Wub
Happy birthday Rowland
If I can say that when you're dead
I would have liked to go to see you
but I was ignorant instead
Till that day you blew my mind
when I was walking home with the radio on
But now you sleep alone
I looked you up on FaceBook
but you'd already been and gone
I tracked you through your journals
and I cursed my stupid luck
that this diamond I'd discovered
was already found and lost forever more
you sleep alone
I watch you gig on YouTube
I put your CD on
I play your songs on my guitar
And I can almost see you smiling
and I can almost hear you scowl
and I'm cowering at your intensity
and though I lost you
before I found you
you're still with me today
this day of the dead
RIP Rowland S Howard, 1959-2009
- fluffy
- Eruption
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Re: Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead
Lyrics by Niveous
Shitty recording by Sockpuppet
I’ll never forget the day
You came into my life
It was a four car pile-up
On Interstate 95
Nobody claimed you
So I named you John
My life would never be the same
From that moment on
Every day I spend with you
Is the day of the dead
You may be cold sometimes
But you’re the best boyfriend
You’re such a special guy
Not like those living jerks
You put up with me
And all my little quirks
There’s nothing in the world
That I wouldn’t do for you
I love to paint your face
When you’re looking kinda blue
Every day I spend with you
Is the day of the dead
You may be cold sometimes
But you’re the best boyfriend
My Mother says one day
We have to break up
She says you’ll fall apart
No matter how strong the love
But I won’t give you up
You’re always there for me
So I’ll preserve this love
With a little taxidermy
Every day I spend with you
Is the day of the dead
You may be cold sometimes
But you’re the best boyfriend
Lyrics by Niveous
Shitty recording by Sockpuppet
I’ll never forget the day
You came into my life
It was a four car pile-up
On Interstate 95
Nobody claimed you
So I named you John
My life would never be the same
From that moment on
Every day I spend with you
Is the day of the dead
You may be cold sometimes
But you’re the best boyfriend
You’re such a special guy
Not like those living jerks
You put up with me
And all my little quirks
There’s nothing in the world
That I wouldn’t do for you
I love to paint your face
When you’re looking kinda blue
Every day I spend with you
Is the day of the dead
You may be cold sometimes
But you’re the best boyfriend
My Mother says one day
We have to break up
She says you’ll fall apart
No matter how strong the love
But I won’t give you up
You’re always there for me
So I’ll preserve this love
With a little taxidermy
Every day I spend with you
Is the day of the dead
You may be cold sometimes
But you’re the best boyfriend
Re: Day of the Dead
Went to your house yesterday
You were walking out
I followed you and called your name
You never turned around
Nothing's changed, felt the same old pain
Embarrassment and shame
So I turned, walked away
Try again another day
Or maybe not, or maybe not
You don't feel pain when you're dead
Someone said, but I don't believe it
If I was shambling round in
Shabby clothes and rotten shoes
Maybe you wouldn't ignore me
Every dog has its day (bow wow wow wow wow wow)
But that's not something that the winners say
It's what I whispered while I bled
Day of the dead
I remember younger days
Sparring in the rain
You slugged me in the solar plexus
Took my breath away
PC, CH A, CH B, CH B
You were walking out
I followed you and called your name
You never turned around
Nothing's changed, felt the same old pain
Embarrassment and shame
So I turned, walked away
Try again another day
Or maybe not, or maybe not
You don't feel pain when you're dead
Someone said, but I don't believe it
If I was shambling round in
Shabby clothes and rotten shoes
Maybe you wouldn't ignore me
Every dog has its day (bow wow wow wow wow wow)
But that's not something that the winners say
It's what I whispered while I bled
Day of the dead
I remember younger days
Sparring in the rain
You slugged me in the solar plexus
Took my breath away
PC, CH A, CH B, CH B
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