This song is completely and wholly dedicated to my beautiful new daughter, Mackenzie.
Failure and Regret
When I think back I find
The apple of my eye was blind
To the seeds that grow in between
Failure and Regret
But the beating of your drum
It catalyzed
The idea that you had come
From the pyre of what was not to be
A promise to me, a promise to me
You were promised to me
A promise of love and life, and hope and highs
Of smiles real big and beautiful eyes
A cry that strong
Pulls
All of my heart strings
And so, when I look in on you
I wonder if there is more I can do
To keep you safe....
For as long as I see
Your eyes looking back up to me
I'll protect you
Failure and Regret
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I really dig that. I almost feel bad to post mine now, heh.
Failure and Regret
words by Luke Henley (music by The Red Balloon)
I don't need to search real far.
I just wanna find your car.
Blow it up, it's a booby-trapped treasure chest.
Shoot your wife with crystal meth.
Failure and regret x3
I hope we can't find your face.
Blow you up without a trace.
Fire fights your furious claim,
that yours and my heart is the same.
Failure and regret x3
(git solo)
Failure and regret x3
Well I'm sorry Mary-Sue.
I know you're angry at what I do.
I walked up to your true love.
And I killed your true love.
Failure and regret x3
(other git solo)
Failure and regret x 3
Failure and Regret
words by Luke Henley (music by The Red Balloon)
I don't need to search real far.
I just wanna find your car.
Blow it up, it's a booby-trapped treasure chest.
Shoot your wife with crystal meth.
Failure and regret x3
I hope we can't find your face.
Blow you up without a trace.
Fire fights your furious claim,
that yours and my heart is the same.
Failure and regret x3
(git solo)
Failure and regret x3
Well I'm sorry Mary-Sue.
I know you're angry at what I do.
I walked up to your true love.
And I killed your true love.
Failure and regret x3
(other git solo)
Failure and regret x 3
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Verse 1
I lost my voice earlier today
So I'll use this one
I stole your heart so I must play
On my harmonica
Chorus
I'm leaving you everything
I'm taking with me nothing
I'll pack no bags, just walk away
I don't regret my failures
Verse 2
You must hate me, well I do too
I sound like a freak today
Last night I screamed and screamed and screamed
Where's my fucking harmonica
Chorus out...
I lost my voice earlier today
So I'll use this one
I stole your heart so I must play
On my harmonica
Chorus
I'm leaving you everything
I'm taking with me nothing
I'll pack no bags, just walk away
I don't regret my failures
Verse 2
You must hate me, well I do too
I sound like a freak today
Last night I screamed and screamed and screamed
Where's my fucking harmonica
Chorus out...
failure and regret by diathetic obfuscation -
all this time i’ve waited
all the while procrastinated
never taking chances
getting lost in circumstances
too afraid of rejection to even try
learning to live a life all full of lies
each day a series of regrets
seemed it would be easier to just forget
We are punished for our refusals.
Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind
and poisons us.
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.
Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret.
To regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development.
To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life.
It is no less than a denial of the soul.
It is no less than a denial of the soul.
Nay, if it be thy will I shall endure,
And sell ambition at the common mart,
And let dull failure be my vestiture,
And sorrow dig its grave within my heart.
Failure, disgrace, poverty, sorrow, despair, suffering,
tears even, the broken words that come from lips in pain,
remorse that makes one walk on thorns, conscience that condemns,
self-abasement that punishes,
all these were things of which I was afraid.
And as I had determined to know nothing of them,
I was forced to taste each of them in turn.
(spoken bits written by oscar wilde.)
all this time i’ve waited
all the while procrastinated
never taking chances
getting lost in circumstances
too afraid of rejection to even try
learning to live a life all full of lies
each day a series of regrets
seemed it would be easier to just forget
We are punished for our refusals.
Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind
and poisons us.
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.
Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret.
To regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development.
To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life.
It is no less than a denial of the soul.
It is no less than a denial of the soul.
Nay, if it be thy will I shall endure,
And sell ambition at the common mart,
And let dull failure be my vestiture,
And sorrow dig its grave within my heart.
Failure, disgrace, poverty, sorrow, despair, suffering,
tears even, the broken words that come from lips in pain,
remorse that makes one walk on thorns, conscience that condemns,
self-abasement that punishes,
all these were things of which I was afraid.
And as I had determined to know nothing of them,
I was forced to taste each of them in turn.
(spoken bits written by oscar wilde.)