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Too Goth To Rock
The Landfills

Hey-- we're "The Landfills", and we can count to four (4)-- we'll prove it.

(I'm not sure about this next spoken bit-- it sounds like counting, I think...)

I see you there, with your white face, your black clothes.
Lookin' miserable. Alone.

You're too goth to rock. (x 3)
You're too goth!

...and I know how you feel, you won't always feel that way.
You'll grow out of it some day.

You got no friends, nobody. You're alieniated.
Maybe you should try to get a tan.

You're too goth to rock. (x 3)
You're too goth!

...and I know how you feel, but I don't feel that way.
You'll grow out of it some day.

Aww yeah!
Come on, let's rock!

(Guitars are "real", drums were "fake", vocals were as "real" as my vocals can be... Everything (vocals and guitars, too) was sequenced and mastered in "Buzz"-- no external software was harmed during the creation of this abomination...)

Jon Eric - "Too Goth to Rock"

i see you walking down the street
lookin' like you wanna die
i've seen your friends all sad replete
with the makeup on their eyes
wearing designer gargoyle clothes
wallets hang from chains and locks
are you too chronically depressed
or you just too goth to rock

i've seen you standing at the club
just staring at the band
your look invokes beelzebub
whose wish is your command
you're standing rigid tall and sere
your head it never bobs
i think i figured out the problem
yeah you're jsut too goth to rock

and here's another example
of exactly what i mean
and here's another fine example
of what i never want to be

i see you looking out the window
feeling sorry for yourself
as if considering your options
putting one foot on the sill
your window's on the second storey
maybe that is why it's locked
because your parents know the story
how you're just too goth to rock

and here's another example
of exactly what i mean
and here's another fine example
of what i never want to be
and here's another fine example
of exactly what i mean
and here's another fine example
of what i never want to be

TOO GOTH TO ROCK / King Arthur

I met her at a party last Friday night
She was slinkin' 'round the shadows and avoiding the light
She had a long black dress and coal black lips,
Black nail polish on her fingertips.

I figured she was thinkin' it was Halloween
But then she started tellin' me about the whole Goth scene
It sounded pretty weird, but she was pretty hot
So now I'm tryin' to figure out if I like her or not.

I like her nine inch heels and her twelve inch waist
I like a girl who wears a lot of black lace
But if she's too goth to rock, well then she's too goth for me.
I dig her body piercings and her black tattoos
But I wonder how she feels about the blues
'Cause if she's too goth to rock, well then she's too goth for me.

If she's too goth for the Beatles, too goth for the Stones,
Too goth for the Who then I'll just leave her alone.
If all she wants to listen to is bands like the Skels,
I'm gonna have to find myself somebody else.

You know she sleeps in a coffin but I'm cool with that
I don't even mind she's got a cat
But if she's too goth to rock, well then she's too goth for me.

If she's too goth to rock, too goth to roll
Now I can understand it if she got no soul
But if she's too goth to rock, she's too goth for me.

OCTOTHORPE: Too Goth To Rock
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Sitting in black.
Polishing spikes.

Weirdo's look at me.
I snarl at them.

Ripping holes in my clothes.
Ripping riffs on my guitar.

It doesn't work.
Time to eat desert.

[Chorus]

Too clean for TV.
Too dirty to eat.

Too happy for you.
Too sad to smile.

Too light for air.
Too heavy to style.

Too normal for dirt.
Too goth to rock.
[End Chorus]

In downtown mayhem.
Crowds roam.

The distant cries.
All set for you.

The ads are pasted.
Drinking and subdued.

There are no places.
Far out news.

[Chorus]
The police try.
Barricades are there.

Implicit pain.
The war zone looms.

Can you hear me? AH!
The rubble ensues!

AH! AH! Darkness!!!
Music is the root.

more apologies to any goths i've offended....

too goth to rock
words and music by steve o. styles (jack shite)

i try to so hard
but i can't fit in
everybody stares at me
what's your problem
i work at blockbuster
renting dvds
when i'm not working
well i do as i please

well i'm too goth to rock
i'm depressed around the clock
i like to dress in black and sleep all day
you know i really wouldn't want it any other way

neither a stairway to heaven
nor a highway to hell
i can't stand it all
i'm so full of myself
i'd rather stab a stake into the heart of rock and roll
i need a little bauhaus to fuel my soul

well i'm too goth to rock
i'm depressed around the clock
i like to dress in black and sleep all day
you know i really wouldn't want it any other way

i'm too goth to rock......