House Arrest
- robynmackenzie
- Alpaca
- Posts: 108
- Joined: Mon Jul 13, 2020 8:24 pm
- Submitting as: Robyn Mackenzie
- Pronouns: she/her
House Arrest
House Arrest - Robyn Mackenzie
Sixteen, alone
The story of my generation
Fast cars, cell phones
Leave your valuables at the station
Doesn't really matter what I'm telling myself
Always get mistaken for somebody else
You say go home
In the middle of the devastation
Oh, the skies will open up
It's raining in the sun
Say you're the only one
Yeah, I know I'm a mess
And oh, you sit upon your throne
With judgment like a stone
You better put me under house arrest, oh
Inside the fire
But the news'll tell a different story
Look up, admire
The pestilence in all its glory
Revolution's coming and you're feeling it now
Say that you're the savior but you're keeping me down
You're such a liar
Acting like you didn't hear the warning
Oh, the skies will open up
It's raining in the sun
Say you're the only one
Yeah, I know I'm a mess
And oh, you sit upon your throne
With judgment like a stone
You better put me under house arrest, oh
I'm sick and tired of the way that you describe me
It's a miracle that somehow you still managed to survive me
You drop your bombs decked out with pretty little rainbows
Solidarity in nothing, but you polish up your halo
I got a feeling that this game is not for playing
Made my move but I still can't believe the bullshit that you're saying
So if you want to keep the status quo a guarantee
Better put me under house arrest and throw away the key
Oh, the skies will open up
It's raining in the sun
Say you're the only one
Yeah, I know I'm a mess
And oh, you sit upon your throne
With judgment like a stone
You better put me under house arrest, oh
Oh, the skies will open up
It's raining in the sun
Say you're the only one
Yeah, I know I'm a mess
And oh, you sit upon your throne
With judgment like a stone
You better put me under house arrest, oh
Sixteen, alone
The story of my generation
Fast cars, cell phones
Leave your valuables at the station
Doesn't really matter what I'm telling myself
Always get mistaken for somebody else
You say go home
In the middle of the devastation
Oh, the skies will open up
It's raining in the sun
Say you're the only one
Yeah, I know I'm a mess
And oh, you sit upon your throne
With judgment like a stone
You better put me under house arrest, oh
Inside the fire
But the news'll tell a different story
Look up, admire
The pestilence in all its glory
Revolution's coming and you're feeling it now
Say that you're the savior but you're keeping me down
You're such a liar
Acting like you didn't hear the warning
Oh, the skies will open up
It's raining in the sun
Say you're the only one
Yeah, I know I'm a mess
And oh, you sit upon your throne
With judgment like a stone
You better put me under house arrest, oh
I'm sick and tired of the way that you describe me
It's a miracle that somehow you still managed to survive me
You drop your bombs decked out with pretty little rainbows
Solidarity in nothing, but you polish up your halo
I got a feeling that this game is not for playing
Made my move but I still can't believe the bullshit that you're saying
So if you want to keep the status quo a guarantee
Better put me under house arrest and throw away the key
Oh, the skies will open up
It's raining in the sun
Say you're the only one
Yeah, I know I'm a mess
And oh, you sit upon your throne
With judgment like a stone
You better put me under house arrest, oh
Oh, the skies will open up
It's raining in the sun
Say you're the only one
Yeah, I know I'm a mess
And oh, you sit upon your throne
With judgment like a stone
You better put me under house arrest, oh
- the idiot king
- DeepMind
- Posts: 341
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 1:28 pm
- Instruments: Guitar, Bass, Keys, Programming, Stuff for Hitting
- Recording Method: Logic Pro 11, Arturia Audiofuse 16Rig
- Submitting as: The Idiot Kings
- Pronouns: He/Him
- Location: Peabody, MA USA
- Contact:
Re: House Arrest
House Arrest by The Idiot Kings
After months of house arrest
I’m told it’s time to give this house a rest
All this needless pressure pressed on these four walls
This wood and nails and drywall have passed the test
But the great outdoors can be so frightening
And the sight of sunlight blinds like lightning
Let me tell you
Being shut in ain’t what it’s cracked up to be
But right now the last thing I want is to be free
After months of house arrest
I think I just need a few more days to rest
Good goddamn outside is just not what I’m used to
You cannot make me leave, I refuse to
You know the great outdoors are so frightening
And the sight of sunlight blinds like lightning
Maybe I’ve learned to be content
With some quality time alone
Oh, come on
Being shut in ain’t what it’s cracked up to be
But right now the last thing I want is to be free
Being shut in ain’t what it’s cracked up to be
But right now the last thing I want is to be free
Maybe I’ve learned to be content
With some quality time alone
Maybe I’ve learned to be content
With some quality time alone
After months of house arrest
I’m told it’s time to give this house a rest
All this needless pressure pressed on these four walls
This wood and nails and drywall have passed the test
But the great outdoors can be so frightening
And the sight of sunlight blinds like lightning
Let me tell you
Being shut in ain’t what it’s cracked up to be
But right now the last thing I want is to be free
After months of house arrest
I think I just need a few more days to rest
Good goddamn outside is just not what I’m used to
You cannot make me leave, I refuse to
You know the great outdoors are so frightening
And the sight of sunlight blinds like lightning
Maybe I’ve learned to be content
With some quality time alone
Oh, come on
Being shut in ain’t what it’s cracked up to be
But right now the last thing I want is to be free
Being shut in ain’t what it’s cracked up to be
But right now the last thing I want is to be free
Maybe I’ve learned to be content
With some quality time alone
Maybe I’ve learned to be content
With some quality time alone
“It’s amazing how quickly we get used to weirdness when it’s our own weirdness.”
-Scott Meyer
The Difference Engine | Passive Witnesses | Ochmoneks
-Scott Meyer
The Difference Engine | Passive Witnesses | Ochmoneks
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- Llama
- Posts: 64
- Joined: Thu Feb 16, 2006 11:46 pm
- Submitting as: tomdg
- Location: Leamington Spa, UK
- Contact:
Re: House Arrest
House Arrest - tomdg
Rent slave Wage slave
Silverfish Ant plague
Mould walls Asbestos
Gas condemned Monoxide
These four walls imprison me
Put ‘em under house arrest (x2)
Flat roof bed shower
Toxic land sick building
Death trap poor trap
Fire-clad high rise
These four walls imprison me
Put ‘em under house arrest (x2)
glockenspiel solo
repeat chorus
Rent slave Wage slave
Silverfish Ant plague
Mould walls Asbestos
Gas condemned Monoxide
These four walls imprison me
Put ‘em under house arrest (x2)
Flat roof bed shower
Toxic land sick building
Death trap poor trap
Fire-clad high rise
These four walls imprison me
Put ‘em under house arrest (x2)
glockenspiel solo
repeat chorus
- WreckdoMelle
- DeepMind
- Posts: 370
- 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: House Arrest
House Arrest - Brown Word and the Big Whine
Well they threw the book I'm on house arrest
Can maybe go as far as the mailbox
Hey my friends come tap on my window pane
These same four walls are all I got going on
Tonight I'm gonna take it to the top
They can't stop the party coming to me
My friends we're going to tear apart the night
Right here in the safety of my own home
Man this really would've been a drag - aw man
But it's 2021 don't wanna go outside - naw, fuck that
I'm shackled to my home by the almighty state - pff fuck the state
But maybe I kind of prefer it that way - oh, okay
Bring me groceries and the daily news
Tell what's is going on in that big wide world
Fuck it man, I'm on house arrest
Grounded by the judge now I drink at home
Tonight I'm gonna take it to the top
They can't stop the party coming to me
Tonight my friends we're gonna let it rip
Right in the safety of my own home
Playing so much solitaire living under house arrest
The internet, I been everywhere living under house arrest
I'm not locked in here away from everyone,
Everyone is locked out there away from me.
Tonight I'm gonna put my pants on
The cat is sick of looking at me, I can tell by its face - aw man
Well they threw the book I'm on house arrest
Can maybe go as far as the mailbox
Hey my friends come tap on my window pane
These same four walls are all I got going on
Tonight I'm gonna take it to the top
They can't stop the party coming to me
My friends we're going to tear apart the night
Right here in the safety of my own home
Man this really would've been a drag - aw man
But it's 2021 don't wanna go outside - naw, fuck that
I'm shackled to my home by the almighty state - pff fuck the state
But maybe I kind of prefer it that way - oh, okay
Bring me groceries and the daily news
Tell what's is going on in that big wide world
Fuck it man, I'm on house arrest
Grounded by the judge now I drink at home
Tonight I'm gonna take it to the top
They can't stop the party coming to me
Tonight my friends we're gonna let it rip
Right in the safety of my own home
Playing so much solitaire living under house arrest
The internet, I been everywhere living under house arrest
I'm not locked in here away from everyone,
Everyone is locked out there away from me.
Tonight I'm gonna put my pants on
The cat is sick of looking at me, I can tell by its face - aw man
“This is pandemonium, like a Heironymus Bosch painting set to music” - Pannacotta Army
Brown Word and the Big Whine on Bandcamp:
http://brownwordandthebigwhine.bandcamp.com
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http://brownwordandthebigwhine.bandcamp.com
- lichenthroat
- Mixtral
- 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: House Arrest
House Arrest
by Lichen throat
Can distant things look like they’re close?
What could cause such an effect?
Maybe two lenses? Hey, who knows?
One concave, the other convex?
If it works I can sell them to Venice
And maybe they’ll give me a raise.
Or find a new patron in Florence,
And just do my research all day.
Hey, reward my genius:
A thousand florins a year
Look at the crescent of Venus;
It’s definitely a sphere.
Point this thing into the heavens,
What can I see from afar?
Recorded on January 7:
Jupiter’s four circling stars.
I’ll raise up my voice in defiance;
I’m ready to finish the fight.
Call all the great men of science,
Tell them Copernicus was right.
Hey, reward my genius:
Parties each night I’m in Rome.
Listen to my ideas
Read my voluminous tome.
Heresy? No! Not me!
I’ve made my own observations;
Here, you can check them yourself.
Your ignorant vituperations
Are errors from books on your shelf.
Not everything in Aristotle
Agrees with dispassionate math.
His words are untested twattle
So spare me your outrage and wrath.
Hey, acknowledge my genius:
At least put my words to the test.
You can’t solve the problems between us
By holding me in house arrest.
by Lichen throat
Can distant things look like they’re close?
What could cause such an effect?
Maybe two lenses? Hey, who knows?
One concave, the other convex?
If it works I can sell them to Venice
And maybe they’ll give me a raise.
Or find a new patron in Florence,
And just do my research all day.
Hey, reward my genius:
A thousand florins a year
Look at the crescent of Venus;
It’s definitely a sphere.
Point this thing into the heavens,
What can I see from afar?
Recorded on January 7:
Jupiter’s four circling stars.
I’ll raise up my voice in defiance;
I’m ready to finish the fight.
Call all the great men of science,
Tell them Copernicus was right.
Hey, reward my genius:
Parties each night I’m in Rome.
Listen to my ideas
Read my voluminous tome.
Heresy? No! Not me!
I’ve made my own observations;
Here, you can check them yourself.
Your ignorant vituperations
Are errors from books on your shelf.
Not everything in Aristotle
Agrees with dispassionate math.
His words are untested twattle
So spare me your outrage and wrath.
Hey, acknowledge my genius:
At least put my words to the test.
You can’t solve the problems between us
By holding me in house arrest.
- Duncan
- Alpaca
- Posts: 201
- Joined: Mon Jan 18, 2021 1:53 am
- Instruments: Piano, Guitar, Sax, Clarinet, Harmonica, Voice
- Recording Method: Reaper
- Submitting as: Duncan Martin
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Vancouver, BC
Re: House Arrest
House Arrest Duncan Martin
A7 bar G7 G#7 A7
Here’s the deal if you want to steal
D7
The reaper’s scythe when he arrives
A7 G7 G#7 A7
He’ll come to town, and you’ll dull it down
D7 A7
so if he tried he couldn’t even.. cut rye
E7
in mid july
D7
when the well’s gone dry
A7
And the sun is high
Fmaj7 D7
You gotta let us put this port in your chest,
Fmaj7 D7 Fmaj7 G
Can’t go see your son out west.
A7
You’re on house arrest, now go get dressed
D
Take it easy, don’t you test your limits
D7 A7
The worst part will pass but now you’re in it
A7 bar G7 G#7 A7
You see these cells, they do what we tell them
D7
We’ll take some out now then pump you full of
A7 bar G7 G#7 A7
A cocktail made by a big old team
D7
Who knows their shit or so it seems
E7
They know what they’re doing
D7 A7
Been hard at work in their labcoats brewing
Fmaj7 D7
You gotta just trust them, it’s for the best
Fmaj7 D7 Fmaj7 G
The finest drugs for the hospital guest
A7
You’re on house arrest, now go get dressed
D
Take it easy, don’t test your limits
D7 A7
The worst part will pass but now you’re in it
A7 bar G7 G#7 A7
Take those stem cells off the ice
D7
This worked when we tried it on rats and mice
A7 bar G7 G#7 A7
Dana Farber and the Mach three barber
D7
Who needs hair when you’re sitting there
E7
Been through hell but your white blood cells
D7 A7
Are back in your bones so they send you home
Fmaj7 D7
You can hang out in bed with these books you ain't read
Fmaj7 D7 Fmaj7 G
Watch youtube learn the rubik’s cube, stay up late at the dining room desk
A7
You’re on house arrest
Hang out in the nest
D
No chopping wood, don’t you test your limits
D7 A7
gonna take more than this shit to kill this cactus
Here’s a guy who sharpens all his axes
Fuck with him and he’ll just change his tactics
Takes his orders he’s never out of practice
Keeps his word and always pays his taxes
Like Billy Mack, knows just exactly what the facts is
A7 bar G7 G#7 A7
Here’s the deal if you want to steal
D7
The reaper’s scythe when he arrives
A7 G7 G#7 A7
He’ll come to town, and you’ll dull it down
D7 A7
so if he tried he couldn’t even.. cut rye
E7
in mid july
D7
when the well’s gone dry
A7
And the sun is high
Fmaj7 D7
You gotta let us put this port in your chest,
Fmaj7 D7 Fmaj7 G
Can’t go see your son out west.
A7
You’re on house arrest, now go get dressed
D
Take it easy, don’t you test your limits
D7 A7
The worst part will pass but now you’re in it
A7 bar G7 G#7 A7
You see these cells, they do what we tell them
D7
We’ll take some out now then pump you full of
A7 bar G7 G#7 A7
A cocktail made by a big old team
D7
Who knows their shit or so it seems
E7
They know what they’re doing
D7 A7
Been hard at work in their labcoats brewing
Fmaj7 D7
You gotta just trust them, it’s for the best
Fmaj7 D7 Fmaj7 G
The finest drugs for the hospital guest
A7
You’re on house arrest, now go get dressed
D
Take it easy, don’t test your limits
D7 A7
The worst part will pass but now you’re in it
A7 bar G7 G#7 A7
Take those stem cells off the ice
D7
This worked when we tried it on rats and mice
A7 bar G7 G#7 A7
Dana Farber and the Mach three barber
D7
Who needs hair when you’re sitting there
E7
Been through hell but your white blood cells
D7 A7
Are back in your bones so they send you home
Fmaj7 D7
You can hang out in bed with these books you ain't read
Fmaj7 D7 Fmaj7 G
Watch youtube learn the rubik’s cube, stay up late at the dining room desk
A7
You’re on house arrest
Hang out in the nest
D
No chopping wood, don’t you test your limits
D7 A7
gonna take more than this shit to kill this cactus
Here’s a guy who sharpens all his axes
Fuck with him and he’ll just change his tactics
Takes his orders he’s never out of practice
Keeps his word and always pays his taxes
Like Billy Mack, knows just exactly what the facts is
- mholland
- Alpaca
- Posts: 170
- Joined: Sat Jul 25, 2020 8:18 pm
- Instruments: Saxophones and other things
- Recording Method: Scarlett 18i20, Logic
- Submitting as: Night Sky
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Davis, CA
Re: House Arrest
House Arrest - Night Sky
I have walked the cobblestones at midnight in old Paris
Crossed the seven seas by kayak and by submarine
Stood beside the Moais for an easter island sunrise
Now I’m bound, hypnotized by your mahogany eyes
You got me under house arrest
You spun a web, cast your binding spell
Got a fire a desire I can never quell
And that’s just as well
Baby keep me under house arrest
My only treasures are my past, in stories and photographs
I cherry-pick them to mesmerize you or to make you laugh
Like the night I broke my fiddle down on Temple Bar
And for you I broke my silence about that week in Warsaw
You got me under house arrest
You spun a web, cast your binding spell
Got a fire a desire I can never quell
And that’s just as well
Baby keep me under house arrest
I have walked the cobblestones at midnight in old Paris
Crossed the seven seas by kayak and by submarine
Stood beside the Moais for an easter island sunrise
Now I’m bound, hypnotized by your mahogany eyes
You got me under house arrest
You spun a web, cast your binding spell
Got a fire a desire I can never quell
And that’s just as well
Baby keep me under house arrest
My only treasures are my past, in stories and photographs
I cherry-pick them to mesmerize you or to make you laugh
Like the night I broke my fiddle down on Temple Bar
And for you I broke my silence about that week in Warsaw
You got me under house arrest
You spun a web, cast your binding spell
Got a fire a desire I can never quell
And that’s just as well
Baby keep me under house arrest
Night Sky is Sally on lyrics, Steve on drums, and Matt on the other stuff
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- A New Player
- Posts: 16
- Joined: Thu May 27, 2021 6:53 pm
- Submitting as: Banda de Luchadores Melodiosos
- Pronouns: He/him
Re: House Arrest
House Arrest
a T. Milton Hochman Jam
Music—Critical Rave Theory
Lyrics—T. Milton Hochman
Verse 1
You used to throw down with the best
Now it only goes down at your address
At least each night 'cause it's DJ BFF
You're on the list of guests
Under house arrest
Verse 2
You need it stirred and shakin' like a soul possessed
But disco nights got taken and the beat destressed
Though every crime they accused you you confessed
You remain nonetheless
Under house arrest
Bridge
{Dr. Lisa Cuddy}
You flaunted your drug use in his face…
(Under house arrest)
You insulted him instead of apologizing.
(Under house arrest)
You used the rectal thermometer on him.
(Under house arrest)
… after you stole a dead guy's pills.
(Under house arrest)
a T. Milton Hochman Jam
Music—Critical Rave Theory
Lyrics—T. Milton Hochman
Verse 1
You used to throw down with the best
Now it only goes down at your address
At least each night 'cause it's DJ BFF
You're on the list of guests
Under house arrest
Verse 2
You need it stirred and shakin' like a soul possessed
But disco nights got taken and the beat destressed
Though every crime they accused you you confessed
You remain nonetheless
Under house arrest
Bridge
{Dr. Lisa Cuddy}
You flaunted your drug use in his face…
(Under house arrest)
You insulted him instead of apologizing.
(Under house arrest)
You used the rectal thermometer on him.
(Under house arrest)
… after you stole a dead guy's pills.
(Under house arrest)
Last edited by Nanja Sorya on Fri Jun 25, 2021 10:08 am, edited 1 time in total.
Nanja Sorya なんじゃそりゃ
~ Banda de Luchadores Melodiosos
~~ aka BdeLM (pronounced Bay-Day-El-Ehm)
- Critical Rave Theory
~ Banda de Luchadores Melodiosos
~~ aka BdeLM (pronounced Bay-Day-El-Ehm)
- Critical Rave Theory
- Geoff WreckdoM
- Mixtral
- Posts: 540
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:13 pm
- Instruments: Theremin
- Recording Method: Pabst Blue Ribbon
- Location: Awestin, TX
- Contact:
House Arrest
House Arrest
by WreckdoM
They have such pretty faces
Shining through dirty windows
I gesture from the porch
Nobody looks my way
I won't go past the yard
I'll sit right here and mind myself
If I died when would they find me?
Would the cats eat my remains?
I won't go past the yard
I'll sit right here, keep myself company
by WreckdoM
They have such pretty faces
Shining through dirty windows
I gesture from the porch
Nobody looks my way
I won't go past the yard
I'll sit right here and mind myself
If I died when would they find me?
Would the cats eat my remains?
I won't go past the yard
I'll sit right here, keep myself company
"perhaps the most offensive and disturbing image I've ever heard in a song" - Hans Gruber
- Merle Fyshwick
- Llama
- Posts: 73
- Joined: Thu Feb 13, 2014 9:04 pm
- Recording Method: Cubase, Korg MicroKey, Zoom H1, shit headphones.
- Submitting as: The Magnetic Letters
- Location: Fremantle
Re: House Arrest
House Arrest - The Magnetic Letters
There's a crisis facing the nation today
A limp-dick sound that won't go away
Grandmothers, babies; they all be infected
And it'll get you too unless you reject it
Let me spell it out for you: Glockenspiel's for babies
How many different ways I gotta say this?
If you can't break a sweat to a tune it ain't no good
And it will demoralise your neighbourhood
Y'all been listening to Frankie magazine
Wrong fucken Frankie, know what I mean?
Wearing vintage clothes loose and baggy
Is sure to make the nation weak and flabby
So I'm patrolling the neighbourhood night and day
And listening out for ukelele
You will be confined if you fail the test
That's right sucka, you under house arrest
You are under house arrest
You can't leave until I see you sweat
So turn up the bass and get undressed
It's not too late to change your ways
And get that lycra dripping wet
I like my tours half loose and my beats tight
Gimme a tune so I can huff all night
Four on the floor on all fours we bangin'
As long as you sweat your knots will be hangin'
And that will make the nation strong
And you will resist when your foe comes along
So get off your fixie and don't look offended
Cause meanwhile your boss ain't even descended
You wonder why your testosterone is low
But you been listening to Angus and Julia Stone
That shit is guaranteed to make your boss shrink
And that patchouli that you wear fucken stinks
So I'm rolling through the hood in my Prius
In electric mode so I can detect this disea-us
If I hear pling-pling, man you failed the test
That's right sucka, you under house arrest
You are under house arrest
You can't leave until I see you sweat
So turn up the bass and get undressed
It's not too late to change your ways
And get that lycra dripping wet
A toxic personality is rising
I ain't talking 'bout CK or Weinstein
A fake sensitivity is making me sick
A show of tender feelings designed to get the chicks
Now I ain't sayin' that all guys is fakin'
But I see the winks to the bros you is making
You say you went to college to study women's rights
But your room is full of cameras that you keep outta sight
There's really only one right you need
And that is the right to sweat until you bleed
How you gonna do that without a 909?
In a stinky old jacket that you bought online
Your hypocrisy is on another level
And the music you enjoy is surely from the devil
Shedding crocodile tears while you feeling up her breasts
Too late sucka, you under house arrest
There's a crisis facing the nation today
A limp-dick sound that won't go away
Grandmothers, babies; they all be infected
And it'll get you too unless you reject it
Let me spell it out for you: Glockenspiel's for babies
How many different ways I gotta say this?
If you can't break a sweat to a tune it ain't no good
And it will demoralise your neighbourhood
Y'all been listening to Frankie magazine
Wrong fucken Frankie, know what I mean?
Wearing vintage clothes loose and baggy
Is sure to make the nation weak and flabby
So I'm patrolling the neighbourhood night and day
And listening out for ukelele
You will be confined if you fail the test
That's right sucka, you under house arrest
You are under house arrest
You can't leave until I see you sweat
So turn up the bass and get undressed
It's not too late to change your ways
And get that lycra dripping wet
I like my tours half loose and my beats tight
Gimme a tune so I can huff all night
Four on the floor on all fours we bangin'
As long as you sweat your knots will be hangin'
And that will make the nation strong
And you will resist when your foe comes along
So get off your fixie and don't look offended
Cause meanwhile your boss ain't even descended
You wonder why your testosterone is low
But you been listening to Angus and Julia Stone
That shit is guaranteed to make your boss shrink
And that patchouli that you wear fucken stinks
So I'm rolling through the hood in my Prius
In electric mode so I can detect this disea-us
If I hear pling-pling, man you failed the test
That's right sucka, you under house arrest
You are under house arrest
You can't leave until I see you sweat
So turn up the bass and get undressed
It's not too late to change your ways
And get that lycra dripping wet
A toxic personality is rising
I ain't talking 'bout CK or Weinstein
A fake sensitivity is making me sick
A show of tender feelings designed to get the chicks
Now I ain't sayin' that all guys is fakin'
But I see the winks to the bros you is making
You say you went to college to study women's rights
But your room is full of cameras that you keep outta sight
There's really only one right you need
And that is the right to sweat until you bleed
How you gonna do that without a 909?
In a stinky old jacket that you bought online
Your hypocrisy is on another level
And the music you enjoy is surely from the devil
Shedding crocodile tears while you feeling up her breasts
Too late sucka, you under house arrest
- SweeneyToad
- Alpaca
- Posts: 234
- Joined: Sat Feb 15, 2020 12:31 pm
- Instruments: FL Studio
- Recording Method: Pro Tools, Soundforge
- Submitting as: Sweeney Toad, Stylus Bazaar
- Pronouns: he/him
- Contact:
Re: House Arrest
House Arrest by Sweeney Toad
I been so use to staying home
I got the vaccine I’ll finally go
But now I don’t want to
Why’s outside haunt you
I don’t like it out there frankly it’s scary
Outside feels painstakingly hairy
That’s a situation I don’t want to be a part of
Vaccine passport just got carded
I mean what do you expect
Trade some bullshit little respect
But I’m scared to go outside people stupid
American dream is full on lucid
Why my brain always do me like this
Why I’m conditioned to fear the virus
And why this got to be such a struggle
Why’s seeing your face make me bug out
I don’t want to leave here
I put myself on house arrest
I don’t want to leave here
I put myself on house arrest
I don’t want to leave here
I put myself on house arrest
I don’t want to leave here
I put myself on house arrest
I been so use to staying home
I got the vaccine I’ll finally go
But now I don’t want to
Why’s outside haunt you
I don’t like it out there frankly it’s scary
Outside feels painstakingly hairy
That’s a situation I don’t want to be a part of
Vaccine passport just got carded
I mean what do you expect
Trade some bullshit little respect
But I’m scared to go outside people stupid
American dream is full on lucid
Why my brain always do me like this
Why I’m conditioned to fear the virus
And why this got to be such a struggle
Why’s seeing your face make me bug out
I don’t want to leave here
I put myself on house arrest
I don’t want to leave here
I put myself on house arrest
I don’t want to leave here
I put myself on house arrest
I don’t want to leave here
I put myself on house arrest
Sober GF: I can't explain why but I hated it
Toby Rok: Sweeeney Toad...I can’t explain why, but I like it...
sweeneytoad.bandcamp.com
Toby Rok: Sweeeney Toad...I can’t explain why, but I like it...
sweeneytoad.bandcamp.com
- Pigfarmer Jr
- DALL-E
- Posts: 2355
- 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: House Arrest
House Arrest
Pigfarmer Jr
I hunted down a man
Found the place he stayed
Wasn't hard to hunt him down
Wasn't hard to make him pay
He had to pay the price
For all the things he's done
Truth be told I think he knew
The pain was gonna come
The judge said I should go to jail
Banged the gavel on his desk
Then he gave me house arrest
A funny sound your hand will make
When you drive it into bone
Adrenaline will see you through
Till the punches have been thrown
A man will bleed from a cut on his face
For hours so it seems
If you shove a sock in his mouth
Then you can't hear him scream
The judge said I should go to jail
Banged the gavel on his desk
Then he gave me house arrest
What he did to that girl
I'm too polite to say
If I could get my hands on him
I'd beat him again today
The judge said I should go to jail
Banged the gavel on his desk
Then he gave me house arrest
The judge said I should go to jail
Banged the gavel on his desk
Then he gave me house arrest
Pigfarmer Jr
I hunted down a man
Found the place he stayed
Wasn't hard to hunt him down
Wasn't hard to make him pay
He had to pay the price
For all the things he's done
Truth be told I think he knew
The pain was gonna come
The judge said I should go to jail
Banged the gavel on his desk
Then he gave me house arrest
A funny sound your hand will make
When you drive it into bone
Adrenaline will see you through
Till the punches have been thrown
A man will bleed from a cut on his face
For hours so it seems
If you shove a sock in his mouth
Then you can't hear him scream
The judge said I should go to jail
Banged the gavel on his desk
Then he gave me house arrest
What he did to that girl
I'm too polite to say
If I could get my hands on him
I'd beat him again today
The judge said I should go to jail
Banged the gavel on his desk
Then he gave me house arrest
The judge said I should go to jail
Banged the gavel on his desk
Then he gave me house arrest
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"PigFramer: Guy and guitar OF MY NIGHTMARES." - Blue Lang
T.C. Elliott bandcamp - T.C. Elliott spotify
"PigFramer: Guy and guitar OF MY NIGHTMARES." - Blue Lang
- ken
- Stable Diffusion
- Posts: 3881
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 6:10 pm
- Instruments: Guitar, bass, drums, keys
- Recording Method: MOTU 828x, Cubase 10
- Submitting as: Ken's Super Duper Band 'n Stuff
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: oakland, ca
- Contact:
Re: House Arrest
Berkeley Social Scene
V1
Waiting for this house arrest to end
Giving in to my naïveté
Imagining the moves I’ll play
A passing day, too many to comprehend
CH
I know you know that I’m enthralled
If I could find the words I'd say
In the future we’ll forget today
House arrest is what it’s called
V2
My thoughts turn focused and small
Fireflies that dance and fade away
Your eye met mine from across the way
Watching shadows crawl up the wall
CH
I know you know that I’m enthralled
If I could find the words I'd say
How in the future we’ll forget today
House arrest is what it’s called
BR
If we could find a way out
A secret passage they'd forgot
We’d make our way out together
Each passing day would be better
CH
I know you know that I’m enthralled
If I could find the words I'd say
How in the future we’ll forget today
House arrest is what it’s called
V1
Waiting for this house arrest to end
Giving in to my naïveté
Imagining the moves I’ll play
A passing day, too many to comprehend
CH
I know you know that I’m enthralled
If I could find the words I'd say
In the future we’ll forget today
House arrest is what it’s called
V2
My thoughts turn focused and small
Fireflies that dance and fade away
Your eye met mine from across the way
Watching shadows crawl up the wall
CH
I know you know that I’m enthralled
If I could find the words I'd say
How in the future we’ll forget today
House arrest is what it’s called
BR
If we could find a way out
A secret passage they'd forgot
We’d make our way out together
Each passing day would be better
CH
I know you know that I’m enthralled
If I could find the words I'd say
How in the future we’ll forget today
House arrest is what it’s called
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i would just like to remind everyone that Ken eats kittens - blue lang
i would just like to remind everyone that Ken eats kittens - blue lang
- sleepysilverdoor
- Grok
- Posts: 1098
- 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: House Arrest
1b92d9ce-8365-428c-a81f-bd1ab8d9522b
Heart tryna pound outside my chest but its stuck inside on house arrest
Kick drum never takes a rest, ain't hard techno just the best.
incomprehensible screaming
Pump it pump it pump it pump it pump it pump it pump it pump it
Heart tryna pound outside my chest but its stuck inside on house arrest
Kick drum never takes a rest, ain't hard techno just the best.
incomprehensible screaming
Pump it pump it pump it pump it pump it pump it pump it pump it
"There's a lot to be said about a full-on frontal assault on the ear drums" - Pigfarmer Jr.
- MellyP
- Alpaca
- Posts: 116
- Joined: Thu Feb 18, 2021 6:38 pm
- Instruments: guitar, keyboards
- Recording Method: Spire, Reaper
- Submitting as: mellfire, hoodmo, The Mellfire Trifecta
- Pronouns: he/him
Re: House Arrest
House Arrest
Mellfire
Look inside that bay window
You walk by every day
See that man, he’s in limbo
Just trying to find his way
They got him under house arrest
He was one of our very best
But now he’s under house arrest
He stepped up, not like all the rest
Once that man was a father
A husband and a man
Now he sees almost no action
He’s never in demand
They got him under house arrest
He was one of our very best
But now he’s under house arrest
He stepped up, unlike all the rest
He’s under house arrest
His uniform has been cleaned and pressed
But he’s still under house arrest
He fought our country’s wars
And passed every test
Now we want to lock him in his house
And never see his face again
Shame, shame, shame
We won’t do better for him
When he’s been looking out for us all along
Mellfire
Look inside that bay window
You walk by every day
See that man, he’s in limbo
Just trying to find his way
They got him under house arrest
He was one of our very best
But now he’s under house arrest
He stepped up, not like all the rest
Once that man was a father
A husband and a man
Now he sees almost no action
He’s never in demand
They got him under house arrest
He was one of our very best
But now he’s under house arrest
He stepped up, unlike all the rest
He’s under house arrest
His uniform has been cleaned and pressed
But he’s still under house arrest
He fought our country’s wars
And passed every test
Now we want to lock him in his house
And never see his face again
Shame, shame, shame
We won’t do better for him
When he’s been looking out for us all along