Green Eleven

[EmbersOfAutumn]

Green Eleven
One of the Good Guys

You told me yes and now we're set up for a date
You wear your sexy blue dress and I promise I won't be late
Nothing funny, nothing fancy, just two kids out for a night on the town.

You bring your smile, I'll bring the alcohol
I'll see you there at the park beneath the neon green eleven.

It's simple minds and simple pleasures with just you and me
and no one around to slow down our night of debauchery
We don't need to go looking for trouble, we're just here for the times.

CHORUS

We'll drink and talk about the stories we grew up with
We'll make our vows for the future against the starry night
We'll kiss at the stroke of midnight cause it's just the fun thing to do
And we'll keep track of all the good times in our memory.

CHORUS

You bring your best, I'll bring the worst of me
We'll live it up at the park beneath the neon green eleven.
And then we'll say good night.

[Caravan Ray]

Green Eleven
- Caravan Ray

The tenth time that I told you that I couldn't live without you,
you turned your pretty head around and walked away from me
But the time after the tenth time that I told you that I loved you,
the traffic lights of love inside your eyes had turned to 'green'
the traffic lights of love inside your eyes had turned to 'green'

I took a bit of perseverance, a smidgin of persistence
applied them to you constantly and broke down your resistance
Every time you knocked me down I got right back up again
You were saying 'never', but I was thinking 'when'
Every time you turned me down I'd come back and ask again

I told you ten times that I loved you
Ten times you just walked away
The time after the tenth time though
You changed your mind and made my day

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
8, 9, 10, 11
Red lights turn to green
That's how it's always been

[The Weakest Suit]

Song Fight Song 070
FAWM Song 13
Green Eleven

Let’s sit and talk about the past for awhile
Let’s sit and talk about the way we used to smile at things, now
There are a lot of rumors going around and round and round
That she might never be found, they say there’s
An orange boy at the bottom of the ocean
Lying beside his young war bride, and that she was a
Green Eleven

Let’s sit and talk about the future for awhile
You know zero about how we live our lives out
There are a lot of rumors going around and round and round
That she might never be found, they say there’s
An orange boy at the bottom of the ocean
Lying beside his young war bride, and that she was a
Green Eleven

© 2009 Weakest Suit Songs

[Ethan]

The Sky Looks Pissed
Green Eleven

Seems so long ago I wanted to drive cars for a living
Be now when I'm on the road I can't get the hang of forgiving myself
I wanted to be a super racer with my number on the side
but now I scream and cry in a basement, wondering what i'm trying to find
And so if you come up to me and tell me i'm fine
i truly hope that it comes as no surprise

that i'm not fine
i'm so much less than fine
and i just wish that i was seven
driving a car with a green eleven

cause i'm not fine
i'm so much less than fine
and i just wish that i was seven
driving a car with a green eleven

I had a carpet that i'd play with toy cars on
i'd keep to myself most of the time, but now i just sing songs
and some are good and some are bad
but most just remind me that i am sad
and if i am ever a dad
i will have the best time that i'd have
and i'd never give my kid a guitar
because all that it leads to

is not being fine
being so much less than fine
and i just wish that i was seven
driving a car with a green eleven

[bambamoozle]

Green Eleven (Loud Envy)
words and music by John Kloberdanz

There are those who like to parse my words
And pick apart my breathe
Finding mistakes in every typed typo
And weakness in what I've said

You can call me a fool or sensitive
You can call me late for dinner
Out the window is my real life
I'm new but I'm not a beginner

It's hard to be loud
When I don't know how
I can't crank the dial past seven
If I were angry
If I were envy
You could call me Green Eleven
Green Eleven

I've got friends I like who tell me things
That I wish I could believe
I don't listen to what I want to hear
And what I hear I misperceive

It drives you crazy
That I don't care
But I don't do anything for you
Not even Freud
Could figure me out
So why do you think that you do?

It's hard to be loud
When I don't know how
I can't crank the dial past seven
If I were angry
If I were envy
You could call this Green Eleven
Green Eleven

I've got friends who like to tell me things
I'd rather keep to myself
Pick apart each word I say
And leave the reason on the shelf

I'm chronically wrong
Substance over form
Backing up against the wall
Baby steps
Are all that's left
I've got to walk before I crawl

It's hard to be loud
When I don't know how
I can't crank the dial past seven
If I were angry
If I were envy
You could call me Green Eleven

If I were loud envy
If I were loud envy
If I were loud envy
If I were loud envy

[reve]

Green Eleven
by Chthonic Chthock

now that the new crew has arrived
let's refresh the ways to
survive our time on Green Eleven

oxygen is in short supply
and flammable, so let's not
ignite ourselves on Green Eleven

keep rayguns locked, secure in their holsters
maintain control over flame-class devices

and in the end, what we are is only stardust
but no one deserves to die in outer space

products of prolonged weight less ness
includes the clumisness
that results from diminishing bone mass

factors of isolation
indcude depression
and the constant undertow of VIOLENCE

i don't wanna die
tear out my eyes
cause they burn like synthentic infernal suns
i should have stayed on earth in the factories...
i should have been a slave!

FUCK SPACE!!!

keep rayguns locked, secure in the holsters
maintain control over flame class devices

and so our flesh ignites, burns and carbonizes
everything good must die in outer space

[Teplin]

Green Eleven

By

Howl Down the Chimney with Todd McHatton


Who are those men meeting in the catacombs?
Those men in the turquoise hoods?
I heard a rumor that they share a single name
But I don't think my source is good

Who put the psychedelics in the city well?
Who released the zebras from the zoo?
They have a green eleven tattooed on their hands
Or maybe that's a rumor too

It's the Green Eleven

Who are these men who confound the constable?
Leave their strange symbols carved in trees
The river urchins say they speak with tongues of beasts
They're always seen in threes

Who scaled the tower clock to steal the minute hand?
Who dyed all the pigeons blue?
They have a green eleven tattooed on their hands?
Or maybe that's a rumor too

It's the Green Eleven

[jast]

Green Eleven by Jan Krüger

Walking through the day
Nothing's going like it should
Poor little kid misunderstood
Things are not okay
Now it's almost night
Everything is unresolved
No solution has evolved
Now it's fight or flight

Pick up your old mask again
Others turn into superman
This is more like Peter Pan

Green eleven flies
Up into the skies
Green eleven, no time like today
Green eleven feels
Great when on two wheels
Green eleven, dance the pain away

Happy in my fantasy
No one can take this from me
In my world I am free

Green eleven flies...

Keep up the disguise
Feel dejected all day long
Reality is way too strong
But at night he flies
All the things I feel
They're much stronger with the mask
Sometimes I can't help but ask
Which life is more real?

[Lucky Spoon]

Green-1-1 by Lucky Spoon

VERSE1
This world has always been the same
A place of waste and a place of pain
And I know, it will be a chore
but no air... well that will hurt much more

CHORUS
We gotta come together
and make this planet #1
it's an emergency
Dial Green-1-1

BREAKDOWN (duh)
Yo break it down
when I see green trees and leaves
I think about it
And then I say, I must shout it:
We gotta put an end to these smog machines
And invest in corporations that will keep our air clean
You see, we gotta act with a sense of urgency
The environment's in a state of emergency
Forget the 9, I'm dialing Green-1-1
And callin' up my people who will get the job done

Get g-get g-get the job done
w-w-what? (we gonna do it)
Dial Green-1-1
Get g-get g-get the job done
w-w-what? (we gonna do it)
Dial Green-1-1

BRIDGE
In your house, it's a mess
Dirty sink and cluttered desk
Go outside, look around
See the beauty to be found
See that pond, see those trees
See that grass wave in the breeze
Check the bottom: number 5
Paper, Plastic, Stay alive!

VERSE2
Well now, I think you understand
Light a match, and hold it to your hand
Burn these truths, deep into your skin:
To pollute is nothing but a sin

CHORUS

[Larry Knox]

Green Eleven

By Larry Knox 2/24/09
Ver. 2.0

Verse 1:

Ignoring the warnings, our head in the sand
why we never saw it coming
Or security does not lie in the military hands
but on our ability to breath when we're drowning

We're into the red, beyond the bounds of nature
Filling our needs and ignoring the future
The sirens going off and is heard in the heavens
if red were 10... we're at Green Eleven

Chorus:

Green Eleven, can we ever go back
back to the days of a balanced planet
Green Eleven, facing the inevitable change
Can not live without it,
can't live long on it

Verse 2:

We'll leave this problem for our children to bare
when we're the one's who trashed it
The solution is found by just looking around
and clean up after we use it

Buy us a Prius and turn out the lights
and turn out our guilt while we're at it
We all can hope that we have a little more fight
to find the solution..... for Green Eleven

Green Eleven, can we ever go back
back to the days of a balanced planet
Green Eleven, facing the inevitable change
Can not live without it,
can't live long on it
Can not live without it,
can't live long on it

[deetak]

An athlete's reason
The cheerleader's breathing
The sickle's blunt
Grow up, get out, and fight.

Since you said that you would show them
Why aren't you showing?
This no-show's the one they got right.

The weigh-in lines
We wait in lines
To cheat the pot out of their luck
Champs gotta win

I hit the green one when his captain laughed
Split the eleven on his back
Don't laugh if you can't get up
Won't you get up?

Relief from the grieving
His friends and achievements
The beautiful boys you thought you'd get back

Jealous of the grinding slow dance
When it's just what they wanted
How could they forget your best night?

You broke in fine
The linesman's cry
You spent the day round when you were caught
The floodlights hit

I hit the green one when his captain laughed
Split the eleven on his back
Don't laugh if you can't get up
Won't you get up?

They thank their leads that you're turning in
Wouldn't hurt to live
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
We knew the day that you bought it

I hit the green one when his captain laughed
Split the eleven on his back
Don't laugh if you can't get up
Won't you get up?

[Ross]

Green Eleven
by Ross Durand

Twas back in 2021 when our fathers’ fathers’ crawled
Eleven brave men and women risked their lives to save us all
To save us from a world where oil made heat and oceans high
For good of earth and good of us the Green 11 died


Well the oil flowed or so we’re told there seemed no end in sight
and no one seemed prepared to stop or put up any fight
The wind and sun gave ne’er a watt, compared to that black gold
Good thing we had 11 who were green and brave and bold

Caring only for the forests, caring only for the sea
Caring only for the glaciers, and a world they could foresee
Caring nothing for their only life in a bigger worldly scheme
They did just what they had to do - our heros 11 green

Chorus

Well 3 went to dubai and 3 more went to Arabi
And 2 more went to venezuala - 2 the middle east
And 1 was brave in texas - last two in Californ
At once they pushed their switches - their legend then was born

the oil no longer flowed - eleven hearts no longer beat
11 now remembered for their brave and selfless feat
they stopped the burning - stopped the smoke - and gave us life anew
and now our skies are clear and cool and and green fields shine with dew

Chorus

[someguycallednoel]

I took the green eleven home
Watched the world through the window
That was a long ride, last night.
Saw someone i used to know
Pop their collar to the cold
Old friend, god sent.
A pair of eager hands
squeezed their lovers sturdy palms
Another in joke, that they own.
Watched the moon up in the sky
Make like the winking of an eye
Let me know, to let go.

Oh wait, i just don't get,
No wait, would not believe it if i read it
No way, I just don't understand.

I took the green eleven home
Watch the world outside me blur
It looked so strange but still the same
Coz we all just melt away when
There's nothin' left to say
You did the right thing, the wrong way.

Always so wasteful, you tried to mother it
Break don't break no, and then you smother it
Heart don't linger, not for another bit
Release your anger.

On, too long, its been wrong, for too long.

[LML]

I've got a big alarm clock
that makes the numbers large and green
and in the darkness of the night
I go to sleep at 11:15

I wake up every morning
don't have the need for an alarm
instead I set it for the
moment it turns one one one one

green eleven
it's time to stop and make a wish
green eleven
I'm like a germ in a petri dish

the likelihood is very slim
my wish granted could be a sin
I'd have such power in my hand
no one could ever understand

a year is 365 days
and in that year is many ways
for my great wish to come to pass
the largest dream would make God laugh

green eleven
it's time to stop and make a wish
green eleven
I'm in a sea with a million fish

I don't want money that's a fact
I wouldn't waste my time on that
we all know the one golden rule
so don't you take me for a fool

you'll never guess just what it is
that why I think that I'll get it
the big alarm clock starts to beep
my favorite numbers shine at me

green eleven
it's time to stop and make a wish
green eleven
I'm like a germ in a petri dish

I've got a big alarm clock
that makes the numbers large and green
and in the darkness of the night
I go to sleep at 11:15

I wake up every morning
don't have the need for an alarm
instead I set it for the
moment it turns one one one one

[ltab]

Green Eleven
Death Be Not Proud

I looked up through the mist and I saw
Eleven green towers
rising through the air like distant ships
brick and stone and ivy

This road is not for cowards
Poison, thorns and rocks
will try to block my way
And vultures large as dragons
I kill them with my sword
as I try to get to the

Distant gleaming city
with eleven green foundation stones
Will I be received there?
Will I find my way back home?

The city's by the ocean
flags flap in the breeze
cobblestones and archways
and the Song of ancient bells

This road is not for cowards
Giants throwing stones
will try to block my way
Snakes torment my sleeping
I crush them with my heel
as I try to get to the

Distant gleaming city
with eleven green foundation stones
Will I be received there?
Will I find my way back home?

Distant gleaming city
with eleven green foundation stones
I know I'll be received there --
I know I'll find my way back home... someday.

[irwin]

Green Eleven
Kasper

She leans against the wall, as if she don't care at all
As if she couldn't care less
or couldn't care more I guess?
I suppose, I don't know

I didn't mean to catch her pale blue eyes,
I didn't try.
Didn't I look away, anyway?

The green 11 burns my eyes
Casts its glow into the night
And I wonder what she thinks of me
Does she think of me?

It's 11:51, will we ever be as one?
Will we ever be together, better?
Will we ever be together?
Or maybe we're just parallel, like the

green 11 that burns my eyes
Casts its glow into the night
And I wonder what she thinks of me.
Does she think of me?

Green 11.
Green 11.
Green 11, will it ever be 12?

[Reist]

Green Eleven by: Andrew Reist

Hanging out with me I'm sure has felt like a chore
Like the time you
Played around with me and I threw myself out the door

I'm nameless but supreme
And I make you feel like a whore

You wouldn't walk so you paid in green
Eleven dollars precisely
You couldn't talk so I didn't leave
And I know that
You are the one for me

No doubt no doubt

Wasting time with you when you say hilarious things
Like the time you
Tasted fine au jus and said it was your favorite drink

I'm faceless
I'm a fool
But I'd make you feel like a queen

You wouldn't walk so you paid in green
Eleven dollars precisely
You couldn't talk so I didn't leave
And I know that
You are the one for me

No doubt no doubt

You wouldn't walk so you paid in green
Eleven dollars precisely
You couldn't talk so I didn't leave
And I know that
You are the one for me

[milkplus]

At the table, there's my little brother
and mother don't half smother that boy
and he sneers at me like I'm Hoi Polloi
and acts like Little Lord Fauntleroy

I'm out in the cold
Who could've foretold
I'd be living in the shadow of a 7 year old
My folks aren't impressed by turntable acrobatics in a mix
but God Bless his A in Mathematics.... aged 6
So Proud... and boy does he love it
covets the attention ( tells me to shove it)

his grades shoot up & up, reach a crescendo
and he get flash bike and a brand new Nintendo

I might sound green, I might seem bitter
but it's not cos he's an intellectual hard hitter
or the fact that he's made a SLAVE of the babysitter
it's just to him I'm the runt of the litter

I'd like to attract any tact from the brat
no act can detract from the fact that he's 7
His ego's enthroned in his own fat heaven
but under his nose... there's a big fat Green 11

(Chorus)
oh yeeeah
So he got the brains but I got the Flair
and I swear i may be the black sheep but I don't care

Since day 1
I've never been a bully, but never could understand fully
why my nan would give me woolly jumper when he gets a scooter
as well as a computer, from his private tutor
and all I hear is Biology, Astronomy
and all I have to offer is my bad toxicollogy
he may be a dream case study of Anthropology
but YOU try living with a fucking child prodigy

It Might sound mean, sound like I'm a quitter
Seem like I can't permit all his glitter is Gold
Jus cos I'm trapped in this Academic Blindfold
while he holds the family favourite contract... freehold

but I'm fly with a Rhyme and in time he'll align his mind to assign some respect to my kind
but til then... in family Camping holidays in Devon
I'll happily wipe off his Green 11

[TheTungstenSheik]

That these are going up late is my fault, sorry. Also, I don't know whether having them up will help or hurt our already miserable reviews. Also I don't know if you can really call them lyrics. NEVERTHELESS:

Green Eleven, by Night Elf Mohawk

Legs. Legs protruding out of the great green stump. How did they get there? It smells of rot. Bulbous mushrooms the size of your fist growing all around. There are three kinds of legs, those that go forward, those that go backward, and those that stand around waiting for a ride. But that stump, it told me different. Quiet night when I found that stump; oppressive and hot. When it spoke to me, needless to say I was quite surprised. Tiny blue lights, twinkling beneath the swamp as it spoke. Your honor, I was hypmotized. In the voice of that stump as it drew itself tall, I know I heard the voice of the Great Green Lord, and it never was otherwise. "My son," it said in a voice that brooked no interruption, and sure as the world it was my father, "Do you remember the times?"

"Why no," says I. If a stump could frown, then surely this one would have done so. Great green rotting legs thump the ground, and mushrooms are everywhere. Deep rumble in the wind, as the buzzing of the gungus flies grew louder. Then it opened its eye, the Great Green Eye, where there was no eye, and it stared me down, stared me down so hard I could have cried but I didn't, couldn't, and in all the world there was only that eye, and the flies, and those legs, thump, thump, thump.

My head was a great balloon, my hands and feet were about a thousand feet away from me. A million and one voices were laughing in my brain, as my jaw flapped up and down in a fishlike motion. Finally, my voice came through like it was whispering through an old tin can, weak and far away. "Green eleven," says I, "Green eleven."

(instrumental break)

"Green Eleven!" delivered the stump, in that voice like the underside of a train in a thunderstorm. "Your work is at hand!" Its gift was my geas, and when I reached for it, it reached right on into me. I felt a presence like an ice centipede climbing up my arm, its needle legs burrowing in and filling my body with a cold resolve. The hot and muggy swamp around me became a cool and and comfortable place; the buzzing of the gungus flies a medicinal drone. Pale green lights danced before my eyes, and I understood what needed to be done. I drew my hand to my breast in a solemn vow, and with the clack of a hat rack hitting the floor, I was carved out of wood.

Soft lichen danced on my arms as I climbed the innumerable stairs, dragging myself forward slowly, as the lower half of my body had suddenly become dead weight. I could still smell moisture in the air, but the fog all around me was more welcome than oppressive. The pleasant drone of insects soothed my throbbing skull. It grew thicker, that fog, as I climbed those stairs, and the higher I came to be, the further from anywhere I knew I was. It was the breath of eternity there on the stair, the slow grey future of my falling green past. I pulled harder, and it pushed harder, and it was my lover, coy and confident, and there on the stairs we played. I coughed, suddenly, and tasted blood.

(instrumental break)

She came to me, my lover, that fog, and drew me to her, and whispered silence in my ear. That song I knew, had heard, had needed to hear, the gungus flies were gone, and she was in my lungs, and held me fast. The cool and sticky air around us filled my body with mercurial ooze, and my leaden legs were much easier to move. A loud creak in the distance, followed by a bubbling sound, and I could feel my flesh disintegrating. The smell of mushrooms all around. Green eleven.

That's right, I had forgotten, I had wanted to forget. Green eleven. As my body fell away, I rose, I rose to the top of those innumerable stairs, and that sweet smell of earth and the life that grows from death carried me forward, upward, through that door I could never have opened.

Cough. I could feel the blood in my lungs now. The gungus flies around me buzzed in a merciless hoard, biting my seared and rotten flesh. Hot mud caked all over me, face down in the swamp. LEGS. Legs protruding out of that great green stump. How did they get there? My body is lead. I breathe in the murky water. It's easier this way.

I wasn't the stump, but the stump was me, and our eyes were open, and our legs were moving, and my great green self stepped out of that place we were, and we finally remembered the times.

[JakeLion]

(too many bums)

Step up to the plate,
forgot what you ate,
Swallow your pride,
We'd be honored if you
would hop along too
come along for the ride

Ten seconds at best,
This is just a test
for the wide-eyed
shoe fly

Your fingers can't keep
counting on
you for advice

Wouldn't it be
wouldn't it be
wouldn't it be

nice?
if the
whole world
was just a big beefsteak
mashed together mistakes
of our lives
And with the button always
calling our name
rates go up,
and tensions will rise.

And it's just another
Green Eleven, Ocean's wide,
Two more seconds
added to the ride,


Like the spirits and ghosts,
In their pouring raincoats
standing outside
Their ain't no bandages
left
and the right ones
always seemin' to hide

and wouldn't it be
wouldn't it be
wouldn't it be
wouldn't it be


Please deny the open door
I want nothing more
then to believe it was
some one else besides you

letting all the mayflies in
I want nothing more
then to live like they seem too

I believe all the thing's I've seen
for my eyes wouldn't lie to me...

would they lie to you?


And it's just another
Green Eleven, Ocean's wide,
Two more seconds
added to the ride

(then a lot of high-pitched wailing)