The Dregs
- Pigfarmer Jr
- Jump
- Posts: 2314
- 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:
The Dregs
The Dregs
Pigfarmer Jr
I admit
I commit
Crimes against
Society
I regret
You're upset
(But) I reject
Sobriety
I never thought
I never thought
I never thought
You would tell on me
I never thought
I never thought
I never thought
You would tell on m e
But you did
The bottle was tall
I drank it all
Such a bad call
Even the dregs
Then I got sick
It left my lips
Smelled like shit
All over your legs
I never thought
I never thought
I never thought
You would tell on me
I never thought
I never thought
I never thought
You would tell on me
But you did
I never thought
I never thought
I never thought
You would tell on me
I never thought
I never thought
I never thought
You would tell on me
But you did
I never thought
You, you would tell on me
I never thought
You, you would tell on me
But you did
Pigfarmer Jr
I admit
I commit
Crimes against
Society
I regret
You're upset
(But) I reject
Sobriety
I never thought
I never thought
I never thought
You would tell on me
I never thought
I never thought
I never thought
You would tell on m e
But you did
The bottle was tall
I drank it all
Such a bad call
Even the dregs
Then I got sick
It left my lips
Smelled like shit
All over your legs
I never thought
I never thought
I never thought
You would tell on me
I never thought
I never thought
I never thought
You would tell on me
But you did
I never thought
I never thought
I never thought
You would tell on me
I never thought
I never thought
I never thought
You would tell on me
But you did
I never thought
You, you would tell on me
I never thought
You, you would tell on me
But you did
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"PigFramer: Guy and guitar OF MY NIGHTMARES." - Blue Lang
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"PigFramer: Guy and guitar OF MY NIGHTMARES." - Blue Lang
- GlennCase
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1806
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:41 pm
- Instruments: Yes
- Recording Method: Incorrect methods
- Submitting as: Glenn Case
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Spokane, WA
- Contact:
Re: The Dregs
Glenn Case
The Dregs
The cream of the crop
The tip of the top
Well, that's what we're not
If you take the best
Well, we are what's left
They call us the dregs
And as it sits
We won't be the first you'd call
You must admit
it still beats nothing at all!
So, do you want it done or not?
You got the cash, we'll take the job
and it's easier done than said
We'll get it right 'cause we're the dregs
And when it's complete
We'll wrap it up neat
To keep it discreet
And it'll go smooth
'Cause we are that brood
With something to prove
(and nothing to lose)
And as it sits
We won't be the first you'd call
You must admit
it still beats nothing at all!
So, do you want it done or not?
You got the cash, we'll take the job
and it's easier done than said
We'll get it right 'cause we're the dregs
The Dregs
The cream of the crop
The tip of the top
Well, that's what we're not
If you take the best
Well, we are what's left
They call us the dregs
And as it sits
We won't be the first you'd call
You must admit
it still beats nothing at all!
So, do you want it done or not?
You got the cash, we'll take the job
and it's easier done than said
We'll get it right 'cause we're the dregs
And when it's complete
We'll wrap it up neat
To keep it discreet
And it'll go smooth
'Cause we are that brood
With something to prove
(and nothing to lose)
And as it sits
We won't be the first you'd call
You must admit
it still beats nothing at all!
So, do you want it done or not?
You got the cash, we'll take the job
and it's easier done than said
We'll get it right 'cause we're the dregs
- Æpplês&vØdkã
- Push Comes to Shove
- Posts: 410
- Joined: Thu Jul 27, 2006 1:59 pm
- Instruments: Drums, bass, synths, guitar, whatever else is around.
- Recording Method: Tascam dp006, Shure SM-58, FL studio
- Submitting as: Phlebia
- Location: Near Atlanta
- Contact:
Re: The Dregs
Phlebia - The Dregs
The divine in the dregs
(Listen, listen)
I divine with the dregs.
(Listen. Keep listening)
Beneath the foam of arabica
(Listen, listen)
I can hear the whispers
The messages, the clarity
(At the base, at the base)
I sense with such clarity
(At the base of my ibrik)
We dabble in tasseography
(Listen, decipher)
Transmissions from the other side
From the grinder to the table spoon
Pulverized, crushed, replenisher of stamina
I define, and redefine your spiritual kindness
Energize, revitalize the rational mind
The darkest roast preferred by the medium
Sipping refreshments by the banks of the Bosphorus
Redefine, and divine your spirit transmissions
Energize, revitalize, your conscious mind.
The dregs, the dregs, the dregs, the dregs
The dregs, the dregs, the dregs, the dregs
The dregs, the dregs, the dregs, the dregs
The dregs, the dregs, the dregs, the dregs
The divine in the dregs
(Listen, listen)
I divine with the dregs.
(Listen. Keep listening)
Beneath the foam of arabica
(Listen, listen)
I can hear the whispers
The messages, the clarity
(At the base, at the base)
I sense with such clarity
(At the base of my ibrik)
We dabble in tasseography
(Listen, decipher)
Transmissions from the other side
From the grinder to the table spoon
Pulverized, crushed, replenisher of stamina
I define, and redefine your spiritual kindness
Energize, revitalize the rational mind
The darkest roast preferred by the medium
Sipping refreshments by the banks of the Bosphorus
Redefine, and divine your spirit transmissions
Energize, revitalize, your conscious mind.
The dregs, the dregs, the dregs, the dregs
The dregs, the dregs, the dregs, the dregs
The dregs, the dregs, the dregs, the dregs
The dregs, the dregs, the dregs, the dregs
Last edited by Æpplês&vØdkã on Sat Jan 25, 2020 3:28 pm, edited 1 time in total.
I'm afraid this one fails on pretty much every level for me. - Jim of Seattle
My bandcamp! https://phlebia.bandcamp.com
My bandcamp! https://phlebia.bandcamp.com
- Paco Del Stinko
- Hot for Teacher
- Posts: 3542
- Joined: Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:20 am
- Instruments: Basic rock, at a basic level.
- Recording Method: Roland 2480
- Submitting as: Paco del Stinko
- Location: Massachusetts. God save the Commonwealth!
Re: The Dregs
The Dregs - Paco del Stinko
Well sometimes you take a step
Right into shit
Sometimes you wish it was over
But you just can't quit
Everywhere you go they are around you (they are around you)
They are around you (they are around you)
That guy has a red cap
And that girl tweets
Pride shoved right into your face
It all competes
Everywhere you go they are around you (they are around you)
They are around you (they are around you)
They are around you (they are around you)
They are around you (they are around you)
It ain't always the bottom that contains the dregs
But sometimes it is forgotten
Or were you misled
They like to keep all of the sheep fed
Then it's off with your head
They say cream rises up to the top
But so does scum
You hope and pray that it's all over
But it's just begun
Everywhere you go they are around you (they are around you)
They are around you (they are around you)
You hope and pray for release
But it ain't never found you (they are around you)
Well sometimes you take a step
Right into shit
Sometimes you wish it was over
But you just can't quit
Everywhere you go they are around you (they are around you)
They are around you (they are around you)
That guy has a red cap
And that girl tweets
Pride shoved right into your face
It all competes
Everywhere you go they are around you (they are around you)
They are around you (they are around you)
They are around you (they are around you)
They are around you (they are around you)
It ain't always the bottom that contains the dregs
But sometimes it is forgotten
Or were you misled
They like to keep all of the sheep fed
Then it's off with your head
They say cream rises up to the top
But so does scum
You hope and pray that it's all over
But it's just begun
Everywhere you go they are around you (they are around you)
They are around you (they are around you)
You hope and pray for release
But it ain't never found you (they are around you)
Bringin' the stink since 2006.
- crumpart
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1127
- Joined: Wed Aug 07, 2019 8:04 am
- Instruments: Fuzz
- Submitting as: Hot Pink Halo
- Pronouns: She/her
- Location: Laois, Ireland
- Contact:
Re: The Dregs
The Dregs - Hot Pink Halo
***
I sat down to watch The Nightingale
It showed the worst of my past
And the worst of that is what I saw
Was the order of the day
They say the cream comes out on top
And what is left is lesser
"Don't drain the dregs just get" they said
And left them there to rot
But food will grow in shit
And flowers push through concrete
What's left behind and
Thought of last is
Sometimes what we need
I opened up my Facebook app
It showed the shame of our past
And it broke my heart to see a public call
To return to the Good Old Days
When jokes were cruel and history books
Sang "toorali-oorali-addity"
Please share if you remember
And like if you agree
Food will grow in shit
And daisies push through concrete
What's left behind and
Buried in the past
Is what helps us see
And food will grow in shit
And flowers push through concrete
What's left behind and
Thought of last
Can be the spark that sets us free
***
I sat down to watch The Nightingale
It showed the worst of my past
And the worst of that is what I saw
Was the order of the day
They say the cream comes out on top
And what is left is lesser
"Don't drain the dregs just get" they said
And left them there to rot
But food will grow in shit
And flowers push through concrete
What's left behind and
Thought of last is
Sometimes what we need
I opened up my Facebook app
It showed the shame of our past
And it broke my heart to see a public call
To return to the Good Old Days
When jokes were cruel and history books
Sang "toorali-oorali-addity"
Please share if you remember
And like if you agree
Food will grow in shit
And daisies push through concrete
What's left behind and
Buried in the past
Is what helps us see
And food will grow in shit
And flowers push through concrete
What's left behind and
Thought of last
Can be the spark that sets us free
Devil’s got me Lindt! Devil’s got me Lindt!
- WreckdoMelle
- Push Comes to Shove
- Posts: 360
- Joined: Tue May 01, 2012 5:18 am
- Instruments: Gibson SG, clarinet, tuba, bass guitar, baritone horn, mandolin, vox, sax (sorta)
- Recording Method: Bitwig Studio
- Submitting as: Brown Word and the Big Whine, sometimes WreckdoM
- Pronouns: she/her
- Location: Austin, TX
- Contact:
Re: The Dregs
Brown Word and the Big Whine - The Dregs
Young and wild
Nobody had the same style
No one could touch us
Because they couldn't stomach us
Going where no one else could go
Never had the sense to know
No one in their right mind
Would want to be there now
We were the dregs and we knew it
They couldn't keep us down
We were the dregs and we liked it
A fuck you to our boring town
Just a couple scumbag kings
The bottom of the barrel is a tangy brew
We shunned the Man and we brought the fight
Don't spit us out, this is raw flavor baby
We took the low to new heights
We were the dregs - you try to hide it
Now you're a right wing marionette
We were the dregs - I can't deny it
Now I'm a liberal degenerate
Still a couple scumbag kings
The bottom of the barrel is a tangy brew
We shunned the Man and we brought the fight
Don't spit us out, this is raw flavor baby
We took the low to new heights
The dregs - that's where it's at
The dregs - bottom of the vat
The dregs - sticking like a stain
the dregs - swirling down the drain
Young and wild
Nobody had the same style
No one could touch us
Because they couldn't stomach us
Going where no one else could go
Never had the sense to know
No one in their right mind
Would want to be there now
We were the dregs and we knew it
They couldn't keep us down
We were the dregs and we liked it
A fuck you to our boring town
Just a couple scumbag kings
The bottom of the barrel is a tangy brew
We shunned the Man and we brought the fight
Don't spit us out, this is raw flavor baby
We took the low to new heights
We were the dregs - you try to hide it
Now you're a right wing marionette
We were the dregs - I can't deny it
Now I'm a liberal degenerate
Still a couple scumbag kings
The bottom of the barrel is a tangy brew
We shunned the Man and we brought the fight
Don't spit us out, this is raw flavor baby
We took the low to new heights
The dregs - that's where it's at
The dregs - bottom of the vat
The dregs - sticking like a stain
the dregs - swirling down the drain
Brown Word and the Big Whine on Bandcamp:
http://brownwordandthebigwhine.bandcamp.com
http://brownwordandthebigwhine.bandcamp.com
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- Panama
- Posts: 978
- Joined: Mon May 15, 2017 1:29 pm
- Instruments: vox keys uke guitar
- Recording Method: REAPER
- Submitting as: Vowl Sounds, miscellaneous owl
- Pronouns: she/her
- Location: Madison, WI
- Contact:
Re: The Dregs
The Dregs
miscellaneous owl
Previously on THE DREGS:
(nuclear explosion)
"Well, shit."
Tune in to this week's episode of Emmy Award-winning post-apocalyptic sitcom THE DREGS to find out what happens after the big blast!
Cream of the crop!
They'll come out on top!
THE DREGS!
The air is warm and still
I took my poison pill
But I guess it didn't work
Woke up, just like any other day
They said there would be pain
But so far it seems OK
Went outside: no fallout, no burning air
Called out: no echo, there's no-one there
Rode my bike straight down John Nolen Drive
And screamed under the overpass
Feels good to be alive
I think of cancer growing in my lungs
Or will it be my blood?
I tried to die in my sleep like they said I should
Thought I was good
Did what I could...
And I remember when I was seventeen
The summer ended and it was only me
Working at the supermarket,
While all my friends went off to claim their futures
And I was left behind, feeling useless,
So I rode my bike after work
Down the path around the lake
Every day
Until I ached
And here I am again, with my legs on fire,
The dregs again, left behind again
To die again
In my slow and lonely way
Failing a little every day
But I'm used to it
I know how to wait
miscellaneous owl
Previously on THE DREGS:
(nuclear explosion)
"Well, shit."
Tune in to this week's episode of Emmy Award-winning post-apocalyptic sitcom THE DREGS to find out what happens after the big blast!
Cream of the crop!
They'll come out on top!
THE DREGS!
The air is warm and still
I took my poison pill
But I guess it didn't work
Woke up, just like any other day
They said there would be pain
But so far it seems OK
Went outside: no fallout, no burning air
Called out: no echo, there's no-one there
Rode my bike straight down John Nolen Drive
And screamed under the overpass
Feels good to be alive
I think of cancer growing in my lungs
Or will it be my blood?
I tried to die in my sleep like they said I should
Thought I was good
Did what I could...
And I remember when I was seventeen
The summer ended and it was only me
Working at the supermarket,
While all my friends went off to claim their futures
And I was left behind, feeling useless,
So I rode my bike after work
Down the path around the lake
Every day
Until I ached
And here I am again, with my legs on fire,
The dregs again, left behind again
To die again
In my slow and lonely way
Failing a little every day
But I'm used to it
I know how to wait
- vowlvom
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1093
- Joined: Wed May 17, 2017 3:29 am
- Instruments: guitar, keys, "other"
- Recording Method: PC, reaper, ableton
- Submitting as: Vowl Sounds, Vom Vorton
- Pronouns: he/him
- Contact:
Re: The Dregs
Vom Vorton
I guess I'm still an optimist
But it's getting harder
When I'm stocking up on canned food
For the larder
Saying reassuring things
To my partner
As we try to prepare
for departure
I guess I haven’t given up
But it won’t be long now
It’s stupid to pretend
that nothing’s wrong now
But maybe we can still
get by somehow
If not I’ll let it all out
in a song now
Are you a glass half full or a glass half empty kinda guy
Or a glass is cracked and we're all gonna die
We used one basket to contain all our eggs
Now all that's left is the rotten, stinking dregs
We’re not yet beaten
but we’re badly bruised
We’ve drifted from denial
to confused
Turned a blind eye to things
that cannot be excused
Can there really
be much more
to lose?
Are you a glass half full or a glass half empty kinda guy
Or a glass is cracked and we're all gonna die
We used one basket to contain all our eggs
Now all that's left is the rotten, stinking dregs
Are you a glass half full or a glass half empty kinda guy
Or a glass is fucked and we're all gonna die
I'm starting to think this Doomsday cult has legs
And all we are is the rotten, stinking dregs
I guess I'm still an optimist
But it's getting harder
When I'm stocking up on canned food
For the larder
Saying reassuring things
To my partner
As we try to prepare
for departure
I guess I haven’t given up
But it won’t be long now
It’s stupid to pretend
that nothing’s wrong now
But maybe we can still
get by somehow
If not I’ll let it all out
in a song now
Are you a glass half full or a glass half empty kinda guy
Or a glass is cracked and we're all gonna die
We used one basket to contain all our eggs
Now all that's left is the rotten, stinking dregs
We’re not yet beaten
but we’re badly bruised
We’ve drifted from denial
to confused
Turned a blind eye to things
that cannot be excused
Can there really
be much more
to lose?
Are you a glass half full or a glass half empty kinda guy
Or a glass is cracked and we're all gonna die
We used one basket to contain all our eggs
Now all that's left is the rotten, stinking dregs
Are you a glass half full or a glass half empty kinda guy
Or a glass is fucked and we're all gonna die
I'm starting to think this Doomsday cult has legs
And all we are is the rotten, stinking dregs
- Geoff WreckdoM
- Mean Street
- Posts: 540
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:13 pm
- Instruments: Theremin
- Recording Method: Pabst Blue Ribbon
- Location: Awestin, TX
- Contact:
The Dregs
The Dregs
by WreckdoM
Have you been down to the dregs?
Did you get an infected leg?
Did you cry tears of pus?
Did you touch the neon cross?
Yes, I’ve been there many times.
Felt the warmth on both my thighs.
Eating grease from paper plates.
While watching my friends fornicate.
If you’d been there than you’d know.
We don’t like thick and don’t like slow.
You don’t look like you’re the type
To wipe your ass with rusty knives.
I can cough up chunks of lung,
Write my name in bloody cum.
There’s pepperoni in my gun,
I lick my teeth, you better run!
Oh, you hot shot! Oh, you cool!
I think your pants are full of drool.
You can’t pass a can of corn.
Crabs don’t dance upon your throat.
My coat is full of damp road flares.
I’ve got corpse bits in my hair.
If you say my cheese is weak
You’ll taste what I store in my cheeks.
Well if you’ve got a musty pud,
If there’s grubs atop your tongue,
Let’s squeeze the grit and wet the peg,
Let’s get crazy in the dregs!
by WreckdoM
Have you been down to the dregs?
Did you get an infected leg?
Did you cry tears of pus?
Did you touch the neon cross?
Yes, I’ve been there many times.
Felt the warmth on both my thighs.
Eating grease from paper plates.
While watching my friends fornicate.
If you’d been there than you’d know.
We don’t like thick and don’t like slow.
You don’t look like you’re the type
To wipe your ass with rusty knives.
I can cough up chunks of lung,
Write my name in bloody cum.
There’s pepperoni in my gun,
I lick my teeth, you better run!
Oh, you hot shot! Oh, you cool!
I think your pants are full of drool.
You can’t pass a can of corn.
Crabs don’t dance upon your throat.
My coat is full of damp road flares.
I’ve got corpse bits in my hair.
If you say my cheese is weak
You’ll taste what I store in my cheeks.
Well if you’ve got a musty pud,
If there’s grubs atop your tongue,
Let’s squeeze the grit and wet the peg,
Let’s get crazy in the dregs!
"perhaps the most offensive and disturbing image I've ever heard in a song" - Hans Gruber
- ujnhunter
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1807
- Joined: Fri Mar 07, 2008 1:09 pm
- Instruments: Bass, Keyboards, Crummy Guitar & Animal Noises (especially Donkeys)
- Recording Method: Reaper 5.9x, Tascam FireOne/Behringer UMC202HD/Avid Eleven Rack/Line 6 UX2, Win 7 PC / Win 10 Laptop
- Submitting as: Cock, Chth*.*, D.A.H. (Der Alter Hahn)
- Pronouns: His Infernal Majesty
- Location: CT, USA
- Contact:
Re: The Dregs
The Dregs
Ujn and Reve
Pale green waiting rooms lend suffering an edge
Chemicals occlude and overpower my consciousness
I awaken with everything I stole
Vague anxiety... irreconcilably
I will watch it slide down
To the bottom in trepidation
Sentiment, it breaks down
At the bottom we... rest
I've been clawing for a while at shadow selves
I've painted my face to masquerade as someone else
I collapse in to everything I stole
Dread anxiety... shaking violently
I have watched it fall down
To the bottom of... this
The charade, it breaks down
At the bottom we... end
Ujn and Reve
Pale green waiting rooms lend suffering an edge
Chemicals occlude and overpower my consciousness
I awaken with everything I stole
Vague anxiety... irreconcilably
I will watch it slide down
To the bottom in trepidation
Sentiment, it breaks down
At the bottom we... rest
I've been clawing for a while at shadow selves
I've painted my face to masquerade as someone else
I collapse in to everything I stole
Dread anxiety... shaking violently
I have watched it fall down
To the bottom of... this
The charade, it breaks down
At the bottom we... end
-Ujn Hunter
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- Mean Street
- Posts: 562
- Joined: Fri Mar 11, 2005 11:49 am
- Submitting as: shrts, Sewer Ppl, Flaming Tiger, shrts, shot pounder, Gert, Slither, Gaping Maw
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Toronto
Re: The Dregs
The Dregs, By Slither — based on a very sad but very powerful (and true) story about a woman in her 30s, abandoned in a parking lot when she was an infant, who recently found her birth parents through DNA. A powerful reminder that no one gets to write your story but you.
I picked up the pieces that were left on the floor
when you decided you don’t need me anymore
Just leave me drifting
Leave me lonely, leave me alone
without a hope, without a home
Just set me drifting
You don’t own the way I feel
You can’t control it, don’t make it real
I’m not defeated, I’m not down
I’m not the dregs of the lost and found
I’m not the garbage that you think you discarded
You couldn’t finish what you never knew you started
I’m not defeated, I’m not down
I’m not the dregs of the lost and found
I’m not about to speak your name
Give you reason or feed you fame
Just leave it drifting
Everything that was left behind
That story’s yours, it’s not mine
No longer drifting
It’s not me, I’m not the one that you left behind
I’m not the dregs, I’m not the one that you left me
I picked up the pieces that were left on the floor
when you decided you don’t need me anymore
Just leave me drifting
Leave me lonely, leave me alone
without a hope, without a home
Just set me drifting
You don’t own the way I feel
You can’t control it, don’t make it real
I’m not defeated, I’m not down
I’m not the dregs of the lost and found
I’m not the garbage that you think you discarded
You couldn’t finish what you never knew you started
I’m not defeated, I’m not down
I’m not the dregs of the lost and found
I’m not about to speak your name
Give you reason or feed you fame
Just leave it drifting
Everything that was left behind
That story’s yours, it’s not mine
No longer drifting
It’s not me, I’m not the one that you left behind
I’m not the dregs, I’m not the one that you left me
Punk rock is for children. Grab a six-pack at Half-a-Dozen Records.