Cheap Bastards
to be mad, bad and dangerous
- to know love and hate
buried in books, rust, thousands of years
of dust and doubting
a singularity stemming from eternity
let me be, let me be
let me be your mockingbird
mockingbird pie
split open wide
mockingbird pie split open wide
split up to the sky
I'm warning you I turn hotly cruel
so sensitive or icy cool
a plume, wax and shadows
painting gold on cobbled stones
enlightenment or persuasion?
the streams knot in their flow
I'm giving you fair notice now
claim ignorance or knowing how?
gnosis or knowing
yes, or know
shoot yourself in the foot
a bullet in the brain
within our mouths a bloody kiss
and heady taste of pain
perfumed chamber
loaded with symmetry
I'm loaded and stay unseen
I'm loaded and mighty mean
I'm warning you I turn hotly cruel
so sensitive or icy cool
good is nothing in the furnace of the heart
good is nothing in the furnace of the heart
we all hunt in our own sweet ways
I'm loaded with you
and I radiate
I'm Warning You
I'm Warning You
"The toot of a flute with the flavour of fruit!" - Caractacus Potts, 1968
i'm warnin' you
i'm warnin' you
you're bein' put on notice
i got your DNA and
i'ma run it through CODIS
and you know this
because i see who you are
you're like a baby with a bottle
and i'm a drunk with a jar of moonshine
a little lax on my cognition
'cause i'm drinkin this shit down
like a man on a mission
i'm tired of your bitchin' & lyric fishin' & wishin'
that you had the mad skillz
to put me into submission, bitch
i'm warnin' you
you're bein' put on notice
i got your DNA and
i'ma run it through CODIS
and you know this
because i see who you are
you're like a baby with a bottle
and i'm a drunk with a jar of moonshine
a little lax on my cognition
'cause i'm drinkin this shit down
like a man on a mission
i'm tired of your bitchin' & lyric fishin' & wishin'
that you had the mad skillz
to put me into submission, bitch
- rone rivendale
- Odie
- Posts: 1761
- Joined: Sun Oct 02, 2005 9:51 pm
- Instruments: Electronica, nothing real
- Recording Method: Fruity Loops, Goldwave
- Submitting as: Rone Rivendale
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Kansas, USA
- Contact:
I'm Warning You - Rone Rivendale style
Oh no, not another lame techno song.
Robotic sounds that hurt my ear
Covers this song that I fear
Oh my God please make it stop
My ears will surely pop
This is bad get out while you can
I'm warning you
If you stay it's all your fault
This is bad get out while you can
I'm warning you
If you stay it's all your fault
Why isn't he singing words
All this talking is absurd
Not everything has to rhyme
Why are these lyrics way off time
This is bad get out while you can
I'm warning you
If you stay it's all your fault
This is bad get out while you can
I'm warning you
If you stay it's all your fault
Oh my god what is he doing
Pretty soon I will be spewing
This technique will never work
This is lame you stupid jerk
I'm so glad it's almost over
Please tell me it's really over
Music Rone should never delv in
Better off downloading Melvin
Oh no, not another lame techno song.
Robotic sounds that hurt my ear
Covers this song that I fear
Oh my God please make it stop
My ears will surely pop
This is bad get out while you can
I'm warning you
If you stay it's all your fault
This is bad get out while you can
I'm warning you
If you stay it's all your fault
Why isn't he singing words
All this talking is absurd
Not everything has to rhyme
Why are these lyrics way off time
This is bad get out while you can
I'm warning you
If you stay it's all your fault
This is bad get out while you can
I'm warning you
If you stay it's all your fault
Oh my god what is he doing
Pretty soon I will be spewing
This technique will never work
This is lame you stupid jerk
I'm so glad it's almost over
Please tell me it's really over
Music Rone should never delv in
Better off downloading Melvin
From spoken word to actual singing, I can screw up any style with style. 
- drë
- Niemöller
- Posts: 1197
- Joined: Sun Sep 26, 2004 12:24 am
- Instruments: guitar
- Recording Method: protools
- Submitting as: Andre was here at Midnight
- Location: Seattle, Wa
- Contact:
<b>I’m warning you</b>
<i>-Andre was here at midnight</i>
I’m warning you again
I would leave you behind
In this desert at night
If you don’t keep up this time
The horses are gone
And the water is running dry
We got one way to go,
And many ways to die
I’m warning you now,
And I’m warning you again
Keep up with me, or you’ll be dead
Halfway there,
And is all wrong
You go to be though
When the times are rough
You got to be rough
When the times are hard
The horses are gone
And the water is running dry
We got one way to go,
And many ways to die
I’m warning you now,
And I’m warning you again
Keep up with me, or you’ll be dead
<i>-Andre was here at midnight</i>
I’m warning you again
I would leave you behind
In this desert at night
If you don’t keep up this time
The horses are gone
And the water is running dry
We got one way to go,
And many ways to die
I’m warning you now,
And I’m warning you again
Keep up with me, or you’ll be dead
Halfway there,
And is all wrong
You go to be though
When the times are rough
You got to be rough
When the times are hard
The horses are gone
And the water is running dry
We got one way to go,
And many ways to die
I’m warning you now,
And I’m warning you again
Keep up with me, or you’ll be dead
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Kill Me Sarah
- Orwell
- Posts: 888
- Joined: Fri Jan 20, 2006 11:51 am
- Instruments: Guitar, GarageBand
- Recording Method: GarageBand, TonePort UXII, Reaper, MXL 990 & 991 Mics
- Submitting as: Kill Me Sarah, Bonfire of the Manatees, Hurrikitten
- Location: Tacoma, WA
I'm Warning You - Kill Me Sarah
I could cut off my ear
and mail it to you
were it not for my fear
of knives
Or were I more depressed
about the way that we live
our lives
I could do something avant garde
If I only had a tortured soul
I could force myself to cry
catching teardrops in a cereal bowl
And I could put it on display
or eat it with my Cheerios
If only
Oh if only
I had a tortured soul
But I'm warning you if you leave me
I'll become a brilliant man
Give me reason to be miserable
and I'll show you that I can
I might write the next great novel
If you caused me to despair
I could make some agent's dream come true
with my manuscript on his chair
You'd marvel at my depth
sprung from ire and from woe
If only
Oh if only
I had a tortured soul
And I'm warning you if you hurt me
I'll become a brilliant mant
Go ahead, do your worst
and I'll show you that I can
But if you continue to refuse
to let things get out of hand
and keep showering me with kisses
and more love than I can stand
Then you've no one but yourself to blame
if I'm not a brilliant man
I could cut off my ear
and mail it to you
were it not for my fear
of knives
Or were I more depressed
about the way that we live
our lives
I could do something avant garde
If I only had a tortured soul
I could force myself to cry
catching teardrops in a cereal bowl
And I could put it on display
or eat it with my Cheerios
If only
Oh if only
I had a tortured soul
But I'm warning you if you leave me
I'll become a brilliant man
Give me reason to be miserable
and I'll show you that I can
I might write the next great novel
If you caused me to despair
I could make some agent's dream come true
with my manuscript on his chair
You'd marvel at my depth
sprung from ire and from woe
If only
Oh if only
I had a tortured soul
And I'm warning you if you hurt me
I'll become a brilliant mant
Go ahead, do your worst
and I'll show you that I can
But if you continue to refuse
to let things get out of hand
and keep showering me with kisses
and more love than I can stand
Then you've no one but yourself to blame
if I'm not a brilliant man
"[...] so plodding it actually hurts a little bit" - Smalltown Mike
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WeaselSlayer
- Niemöller
- Posts: 1592
- Joined: Tue Dec 14, 2004 5:13 pm
- Instruments: Guitar, keyboard
- Recording Method: Garageband, laptop mic
- Submitting as: Luke Henley
- Location: Tucson, AZ
- Contact:
I'm Warning You
by Luke Henley
My bionic woman became a Texas overlord
and I sold myself to Satan all because I was so bored.
Livin' tipsy in the city
drinkin' on Sangria and tea,
so spirits travelled through the mountains
made a vampire out of me.
So fuck all the androids in their
android vaginas
take your boyfriend blues
through the tunnel back to China.
Replace my head with one of metal and glass and fire and circuitry.
I'm warning you
a robot vampire devil is a helluva thing to be.
My teeth are ashed cigarettes and the fingers of the Lord
pushing through my eyelids and out the backside of my gourd.
Take the bloody lumps out sticky
choking on fat and broken ribs
yellow water coming out my neck and
my fangs poking through my lips.
Fuck all the androids in their
android vaginas
take your boyfriend blues
through the tunnel back to China
Replace my head with one of metal and glass and fire and circuitry.
I'm warning you
a robot vampire devil is a helluva thing to be.
I wanna know ya Nova Scotia
be your body in the ocean.
I wanna lie with God and then
live through abortion.
Fuck all the androids in their
android vaginas
take your boyfriend blues
through the tunnel back to China
Replace my head with one of metal and glass and fire and circuitry.
I'm warning you
a robot vampire devil is a helluva thing to be.
Wagon circle came into a clearing on a hill
while they slept I swept into their tents and drank my fill.
My dick is a volcano, though the imagery is tired.
It covers bodies, leaving shadows of women once desired.
Fuck all the androids in their
android vaginas
take your boyfriend blues
through the tunnel back to China
Replace my head with one of metal and glass and fire and circuitry.
I'm warning you
a robot vampire devil is a helluva thing to be.
Glory me,
Saints be.
by Luke Henley
My bionic woman became a Texas overlord
and I sold myself to Satan all because I was so bored.
Livin' tipsy in the city
drinkin' on Sangria and tea,
so spirits travelled through the mountains
made a vampire out of me.
So fuck all the androids in their
android vaginas
take your boyfriend blues
through the tunnel back to China.
Replace my head with one of metal and glass and fire and circuitry.
I'm warning you
a robot vampire devil is a helluva thing to be.
My teeth are ashed cigarettes and the fingers of the Lord
pushing through my eyelids and out the backside of my gourd.
Take the bloody lumps out sticky
choking on fat and broken ribs
yellow water coming out my neck and
my fangs poking through my lips.
Fuck all the androids in their
android vaginas
take your boyfriend blues
through the tunnel back to China
Replace my head with one of metal and glass and fire and circuitry.
I'm warning you
a robot vampire devil is a helluva thing to be.
I wanna know ya Nova Scotia
be your body in the ocean.
I wanna lie with God and then
live through abortion.
Fuck all the androids in their
android vaginas
take your boyfriend blues
through the tunnel back to China
Replace my head with one of metal and glass and fire and circuitry.
I'm warning you
a robot vampire devil is a helluva thing to be.
Wagon circle came into a clearing on a hill
while they slept I swept into their tents and drank my fill.
My dick is a volcano, though the imagery is tired.
It covers bodies, leaving shadows of women once desired.
Fuck all the androids in their
android vaginas
take your boyfriend blues
through the tunnel back to China
Replace my head with one of metal and glass and fire and circuitry.
I'm warning you
a robot vampire devil is a helluva thing to be.
Glory me,
Saints be.
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j$
- Ibárruri
- Posts: 5378
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 11:33 am
- Instruments: Bass, keyboards, singin', guitar
- Submitting as: Johnny Cashpoint
- Location: London, Engerllaaannnddd
- Contact:
I'm Warning You by Johnny Grippo
Written by Johnny Grippo
(Andy Balham - guitars
j$ - bass, vocals
Stevie Windsor - guitars)
Hey mister, I'm looking at you
Well, it's something to do when there's nothing to do,
So I'm coming for you, gonna tear you a new ...
Chorus: I'm warning you
I'm warning you your time is due
I'm warning you one step closer
Hey mister, got something for you
There's nothing you can do, I'm gonna beat on you,
There's nobody coming to rescue you ...
Hey mister, last roll of the dice
i warned you once, won't warn you twice,
You won't be smiling, gonna pay the price ...
Chorus
I'm not a violent man at all
But push me hard I will push back
The straw that broke the camel's back has broken me, I will attack ...
Hey mister I'm coming for you
No-one looks at me that way and
Gets away, I'm warning you!
Chorus
one step nearer
(can't we just talk about this?)
Written by Johnny Grippo
(Andy Balham - guitars
j$ - bass, vocals
Stevie Windsor - guitars)
Hey mister, I'm looking at you
Well, it's something to do when there's nothing to do,
So I'm coming for you, gonna tear you a new ...
Chorus: I'm warning you
I'm warning you your time is due
I'm warning you one step closer
Hey mister, got something for you
There's nothing you can do, I'm gonna beat on you,
There's nobody coming to rescue you ...
Hey mister, last roll of the dice
i warned you once, won't warn you twice,
You won't be smiling, gonna pay the price ...
Chorus
I'm not a violent man at all
But push me hard I will push back
The straw that broke the camel's back has broken me, I will attack ...
Hey mister I'm coming for you
No-one looks at me that way and
Gets away, I'm warning you!
Chorus
one step nearer
(can't we just talk about this?)
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Donut Disturb
- A New Player
- Posts: 5
- Joined: Mon Aug 01, 2005 12:49 am
Donut Disturb
Talk is cheap
Not as cheap as my ass
And my ass never talked to you
It's not that it doesn't speak
just you don't deserve a peep
while you're hittin' on my caboose
Darlin', respect my butt
respect my butt
if you turn the other cheek, I'll turn mine
respect my butt
respect my butt
I'm warning you, respect my butt
I'm warning you, respect my butt
Talk is cheap
Not as cheap as my ass
And my ass never talked to you
It's not that it doesn't speak
just you don't deserve a peep
while you're hittin' on my caboose
Darlin', respect my butt
respect my butt
if you turn the other cheek, I'll turn mine
respect my butt
respect my butt
I'm warning you, respect my butt
I'm warning you, respect my butt