Top Chat
by Sweeney Toad
Alien mothership hovered above our town
For one straight month they all hung around
All my friends sat and stared so much fun
We just sat around and straight smoked up all the blunts
Aliens descended it was time to get up
Let’s fist bump look I won’t let up
You better bet what I’m about to do rocks
Sock em on the helmet with a concrete block
I’m the talk of the town
The top chat
Top cat
Top cat of the town
You top that, you can’t
DAMN
I’m the talk of the town
The top chat
Top fat
Top fat of the land
You top that, you can’t
DAMN
I karate chop chop chop chopped them in the face
Crack their skull open with a karate chop wait
I karate chop chop chop chopped them in the head
Crack their skull open with a karate chop dead
I killed every alien invader to set foot in my town
Karate kick roundhouse put my foot in their mouth
Killed every alien my life bar went down to zero
Went down in history as the home town hero
I’m the talk of the town
The top chat
Top cat
Top cat of the town
You top that, you can’t
DAMN
I’m the talk of the town
The top chat
Top fat
Top fat of the land
You top that, you can’t
DAMN
Top Chat
- SweeneyToad
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 234
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- the panna cotta army
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 228
- Joined: Sun Mar 20, 2011 11:35 am
- Instruments: egg shaker
- Recording Method: Studio One/Mac
- Submitting as: the pannacotta army
- Pronouns: He he he
- Location: UK
Re: Top Chat
Top Chat
The Pannacotta Army
Tell me anything
Tell me anything you want because I'm lost when you speak
I could spend the night
I could spend all night just listening to your voice and never sleep
Oh you've got the gift of the gab
I act like I've lost my tongue
Oh you've got all the top chat
And I'm just another fool who's been struck dumb
Whisper something dark
Whisper something secret won't you put your lips up close to my ear
When you talk to me
When you talk I want to be the only one who can hear
Oh you've got the gift of the gab
I act like I've lost my tongue
Oh you've got all the top chat
And I'm just another fool who's been struck dumb
I don't know what to say
No I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
So I give nothing away
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
The Pannacotta Army
Tell me anything
Tell me anything you want because I'm lost when you speak
I could spend the night
I could spend all night just listening to your voice and never sleep
Oh you've got the gift of the gab
I act like I've lost my tongue
Oh you've got all the top chat
And I'm just another fool who's been struck dumb
Whisper something dark
Whisper something secret won't you put your lips up close to my ear
When you talk to me
When you talk I want to be the only one who can hear
Oh you've got the gift of the gab
I act like I've lost my tongue
Oh you've got all the top chat
And I'm just another fool who's been struck dumb
I don't know what to say
No I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
So I give nothing away
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
- lichenthroat
- Mean Street
- Posts: 543
- Joined: Thu Oct 27, 2016 12:54 pm
- Recording Method: MuseScore & Ardour or Reaper
- Submitting as: Lichen Throat, Dimetrodon, Sparetooth, Dessert Tortoise
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: New Mexico
Re: Top Chat
Top Chat
Lichen Throat
I keep seeing posters with an ugly black cat
They call Le Chat Noir.
I try to say it just like that,
But the locals laugh and jeer.
There are books for sale on the sidewalk,
And the smell of chicken confit.
There’s a coffeehouse on every block,
But it’s hard to find good tea.
The night cats are out tonight,
On every bridge above the Seine.
In the lampposts’ pools of light,
Walking down the street and back again.
That black cat must be the top chat
In all this city’s streets.
Does he have the sharpest claws
On his dark and silent feet?
The night cats are out tonight,
On every bridge above the Seine.
In the lampposts’ pools of light,
Walking down the street and back again.
The Hôtel de Ville is not a hotel,
Georges Pompidou is not George Clemenceau.
There are crazy writers in their demimondes,
Brooding on infernos and cancer,
Chasing all the brunettes and blondes
And sultry cabaret dancers.
There’s a guy named Eli looking for his miss
On the boulevards of Montmartre.
Will she greet him with a lengthy kiss
Or run and hide her heart?
The night cats are out tonight,
On every bridge above the Seine.
In the lampposts’ pools of light,
Walking down the street and back again.
They removed the locks from the Pont des Arts
And locked the doors of the Louvre.
They tore the locks of love apart
Because the mayor disapproved.
I sat behind the burned-out shell
Of the Cathedral Notre-Dame.
The air still held a smokey smell,
And the night was strangely calm.
Seven stories on each side,
Of pale and creamy stones.
The breezes and the lovers sighed,
While I sat still, alone.
The night cats are out tonight,
On every bridge above the Seine.
In the lampposts’ pools of light,
Walking down the street and back again.
Lichen Throat
I keep seeing posters with an ugly black cat
They call Le Chat Noir.
I try to say it just like that,
But the locals laugh and jeer.
There are books for sale on the sidewalk,
And the smell of chicken confit.
There’s a coffeehouse on every block,
But it’s hard to find good tea.
The night cats are out tonight,
On every bridge above the Seine.
In the lampposts’ pools of light,
Walking down the street and back again.
That black cat must be the top chat
In all this city’s streets.
Does he have the sharpest claws
On his dark and silent feet?
The night cats are out tonight,
On every bridge above the Seine.
In the lampposts’ pools of light,
Walking down the street and back again.
The Hôtel de Ville is not a hotel,
Georges Pompidou is not George Clemenceau.
There are crazy writers in their demimondes,
Brooding on infernos and cancer,
Chasing all the brunettes and blondes
And sultry cabaret dancers.
There’s a guy named Eli looking for his miss
On the boulevards of Montmartre.
Will she greet him with a lengthy kiss
Or run and hide her heart?
The night cats are out tonight,
On every bridge above the Seine.
In the lampposts’ pools of light,
Walking down the street and back again.
They removed the locks from the Pont des Arts
And locked the doors of the Louvre.
They tore the locks of love apart
Because the mayor disapproved.
I sat behind the burned-out shell
Of the Cathedral Notre-Dame.
The air still held a smokey smell,
And the night was strangely calm.
Seven stories on each side,
Of pale and creamy stones.
The breezes and the lovers sighed,
While I sat still, alone.
The night cats are out tonight,
On every bridge above the Seine.
In the lampposts’ pools of light,
Walking down the street and back again.
- sleepysilverdoor
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1087
- Joined: Wed Jun 30, 2010 11:02 pm
- Instruments: Drums, Guitars, Keys
- Recording Method: Focusrite + FL Studio
- Submitting as: Phl*b*
- Pronouns: bruh
- Location: Not super far from Atlanta but definitely not Atlanta
- Contact:
Re: Top Chat
Phlub
(tuning system - 5edo)
Do you have something to say?
You're saying nothing useful today.
At least I see it that way.
In my top chat, stop that, quit talking about that
(I'm the) top cat in the top chat, what do you think of that?
Good lord, I know you're bored
Please step away from the keyboard
I hit ignore, mute button wins the war,
You attention whore
Moderation prevents degeneration
Into petty nonsense cluttering my feed
You've got my hair going grey
The discourse decays into an ASCII melee.
In my top chat, stop that, quit talking about that
(I'm the) top cat in the top chat, what do you think of that?
Top chat, please stop that, quit talking about that
Top chat, please stop that, quit talking about that
(tuning system - 5edo)
Do you have something to say?
You're saying nothing useful today.
At least I see it that way.
In my top chat, stop that, quit talking about that
(I'm the) top cat in the top chat, what do you think of that?
Good lord, I know you're bored
Please step away from the keyboard
I hit ignore, mute button wins the war,
You attention whore
Moderation prevents degeneration
Into petty nonsense cluttering my feed
You've got my hair going grey
The discourse decays into an ASCII melee.
In my top chat, stop that, quit talking about that
(I'm the) top cat in the top chat, what do you think of that?
Top chat, please stop that, quit talking about that
Top chat, please stop that, quit talking about that
"There's a lot to be said about a full-on frontal assault on the ear drums" - Pigfarmer Jr.
- FireBear
- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
- Posts: 26
- Joined: Sun Jan 03, 2021 7:33 am
- Instruments: Guitar. Bass, Trumpet, Voice, Seed Pod
- Recording Method: Reaper
- Submitting as: Brother Baker; FireBear
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: St. Petersburg, FL
Re: Top Chat
Brother Baker
Well I can see it,
I can see the stars start to splay.
My eyes deceive me,
Is it really night or day.
Can you feel it,
Can you feel your senses failing.
You can't feel it,
Have one more and drift away.
My world begins to spin,
Until the top chat sings in my thoughts.
I will let my body decay,
AS long as my mind still floats away
I thought.. I thought I found my way.
I cross this bridge.. each and every day.
Why can't I divert my path.
Something just keeps pulling me back.
My world begins to spin,
Until the top chat sings in my thoughts.
I will let my body decay,
AS long as my mind still floats away.
Can you feel it,
Can you feel the water rushing.
The sense of floating,
Floating into a weightless nothing.
I can hear it,
I can hear the water rushing.
Am I floating,
Or drowning - god please help me.
You can't believe,
Everything that you feel.
When you cross the bridge a second time.
You Can't believe.
My world begins to spin,
Until the top chat sings in my thoughts.
I will let my body decay,
AS long as my mind still floats away.
Well I can see it,
I can see the stars start to splay.
My eyes deceive me,
Is it really night or day.
Can you feel it,
Can you feel your senses failing.
You can't feel it,
Have one more and drift away.
My world begins to spin,
Until the top chat sings in my thoughts.
I will let my body decay,
AS long as my mind still floats away
I thought.. I thought I found my way.
I cross this bridge.. each and every day.
Why can't I divert my path.
Something just keeps pulling me back.
My world begins to spin,
Until the top chat sings in my thoughts.
I will let my body decay,
AS long as my mind still floats away.
Can you feel it,
Can you feel the water rushing.
The sense of floating,
Floating into a weightless nothing.
I can hear it,
I can hear the water rushing.
Am I floating,
Or drowning - god please help me.
You can't believe,
Everything that you feel.
When you cross the bridge a second time.
You Can't believe.
My world begins to spin,
Until the top chat sings in my thoughts.
I will let my body decay,
AS long as my mind still floats away.
- Pigfarmer Jr
- Jump
- Posts: 2293
- Joined: Sat Mar 21, 2009 6:13 am
- Instruments: Guitar
- Recording Method: Br-900CD and Reaper to mix
- Submitting as: Pigfarmer Jr, Evil Grin, Pork Producer, Gilmore Lynette Tootle, T.C. Elliott
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Columbia, Missouri
- Contact:
Re: Top Chat
Top Chat
Pigfarmer Jr
Logged in to watch a video
Typed in the chat, "Do you know
What I missed and what's going on?"
But it felt funny, couldn't catch the vibe
I even clicked the button and subscribed
I wasn't sure but something just felt wrong
If you wanna be included
Don't be like me, feeling stupid
Get out of this hell we're in
It's the top chat again
Top chat again
Top chat again and again
I clicked live chat and there they were
Scrolling by in such a blur
Every single moment that I missed
The video stuck and I refreshed
Once again it's all compressed
It took five minutes for me to notice this
If you wanna be included
Don't be like me, feeling stupid
Get out of this hell we're in
It's the top chat again
Top chat again
Top chat again and again
If you wanna be included
Don't be like me, feeling stupid
Get out of this hell we're in
It's the top chat again
Top chat again
Top chat again and again
Pigfarmer Jr
Logged in to watch a video
Typed in the chat, "Do you know
What I missed and what's going on?"
But it felt funny, couldn't catch the vibe
I even clicked the button and subscribed
I wasn't sure but something just felt wrong
If you wanna be included
Don't be like me, feeling stupid
Get out of this hell we're in
It's the top chat again
Top chat again
Top chat again and again
I clicked live chat and there they were
Scrolling by in such a blur
Every single moment that I missed
The video stuck and I refreshed
Once again it's all compressed
It took five minutes for me to notice this
If you wanna be included
Don't be like me, feeling stupid
Get out of this hell we're in
It's the top chat again
Top chat again
Top chat again and again
If you wanna be included
Don't be like me, feeling stupid
Get out of this hell we're in
It's the top chat again
Top chat again
Top chat again and again
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