Up All Night - Rone Rivendale style
You are my sunshine
Shield me from darkness
I'm always with you
No where else I'd be
I just want to hold onto you
Never ever let go hunny
I don't want to leave yet
So I'm staying all night
You want us to take it slow
But I just can't help it hunny
I don't want to leave yet
So I'm staying all night
You are my true love
Make the world feel right
Outside is much pain
Just let me kiss you
Let my lips show you tonight
This is where we ought to be
I don't want to leave yet
So I'm staying all night
Why fight this joy anymore
I love you and you love me
I don't want to leave yet
So I'm staying all night
I'll make you happy
I'm staying up all night, up all night with you
Take away this world
I'm staying up all night, up all night with you
We don't have to rush
I'm staying up all night, up all night with you
Just let me hold you
I'm staying up all night, up all night with you
Up All Night
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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:
Up All Night
From spoken word to actual singing, I can screw up any style with style. 
E Equals
He sang a song
It didn't last long
But I was up all night
She did a dance
I knew that it was my chance
We were up all night
Baby, you're my lover
My only, only, only one
You know I'll treat you right
Didn't have time to cry
'Cause I was trying to make it up
To you all night
He wrote a book
I couldn't take a second look
But I was up all night
She killed some weeds
And planted sunflower seeds
They grew up overnight
She had some kids
And a man who helped her open can lids
They grew up all right
Baby, you're my lover
My only, only, only one
You know I'll treat you right
Didn't have time to cry
'Cause I was trying to make it up
To you all night
To you all night
To you all night
To you all night
To you all night
To you all night
To you all night
He sang a song
It didn't last long
But I was up all night
She did a dance
I knew that it was my chance
We were up all night
Baby, you're my lover
My only, only, only one
You know I'll treat you right
Didn't have time to cry
'Cause I was trying to make it up
To you all night
He wrote a book
I couldn't take a second look
But I was up all night
She killed some weeds
And planted sunflower seeds
They grew up overnight
She had some kids
And a man who helped her open can lids
They grew up all right
Baby, you're my lover
My only, only, only one
You know I'll treat you right
Didn't have time to cry
'Cause I was trying to make it up
To you all night
To you all night
To you all night
To you all night
To you all night
To you all night
To you all night
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john m
- Orwell
- Posts: 819
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 10:46 am
- Instruments: Drums, guitar, bass, keyboard
- Recording Method: tin cans, string
- Submitting as: Doctor Worm
- Location: ohio
Doctor Worm - Up All Night
She makes a living
Pawning coats she's stolen from offices
And then she sits back
And watches the secretaries run home in the rain
She races through the store
Buying everything she wishes she'd had when she was little
And everyone around
Gets a little bit older and feels a little more down
And through her smile she's thinking
Oh, now they know how it feels
To be up all night spinning promises into the phone
With no one on the other end
Baby they never understand
She curls up at home
With books of clichés about love everafter
But that just reminds her
Of how they put her here
They line up at her door
With beautiful words and beautiful faces
And every last one of them will never return
Those are the hardest words
And she screams from her doorway
Oh, now they know how it feels
To be up all night reading poetry you found on the internet
By some no-name author who hasn't made it yet
What were you like before I met you
Oh, I wish I had the words
I'd give you all my nouns and all my verbs
Baby I've run out of things to say
It's not that easy anyway
Oh, and now they know how it feels
To be up all night with a video recording of the Hindenburg
At least by comparison I haven't felt that hurt
Baby if I could help you
You know I would
But it never seems to work out
'Cause I never do any good
Baby if I could help you
You know I would
Pawning coats she's stolen from offices
And then she sits back
And watches the secretaries run home in the rain
She races through the store
Buying everything she wishes she'd had when she was little
And everyone around
Gets a little bit older and feels a little more down
And through her smile she's thinking
Oh, now they know how it feels
To be up all night spinning promises into the phone
With no one on the other end
Baby they never understand
She curls up at home
With books of clichés about love everafter
But that just reminds her
Of how they put her here
They line up at her door
With beautiful words and beautiful faces
And every last one of them will never return
Those are the hardest words
And she screams from her doorway
Oh, now they know how it feels
To be up all night reading poetry you found on the internet
By some no-name author who hasn't made it yet
What were you like before I met you
Oh, I wish I had the words
I'd give you all my nouns and all my verbs
Baby I've run out of things to say
It's not that easy anyway
Oh, and now they know how it feels
To be up all night with a video recording of the Hindenburg
At least by comparison I haven't felt that hurt
Baby if I could help you
You know I would
But it never seems to work out
'Cause I never do any good
Baby if I could help you
You know I would
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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:
Up All Night
by Luke Henley
You shot up your heart with cocaine.
Winked and said you'd never be the same.
And I guess you were right cuz you stayed up all night and you never said a word again to me.
One day your blood exploded
out of your nose on the commode.
Paper said, "What an ungraceful death."
But you're still an angel to me with your clipped wings
and your clit ring.
And you were so sexy with your skin all smooth and tan.
Then you were dead, and you made me a man.
Passed out in church again.
Don't know who is my friend, but
I know you can't be anymore.
So I'll never give my love to another whore.
by Luke Henley
You shot up your heart with cocaine.
Winked and said you'd never be the same.
And I guess you were right cuz you stayed up all night and you never said a word again to me.
One day your blood exploded
out of your nose on the commode.
Paper said, "What an ungraceful death."
But you're still an angel to me with your clipped wings
and your clit ring.
And you were so sexy with your skin all smooth and tan.
Then you were dead, and you made me a man.
Passed out in church again.
Don't know who is my friend, but
I know you can't be anymore.
So I'll never give my love to another whore.
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feldspar
- de Gaulle
- Posts: 150
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 2:35 pm
- Recording Method: Mostly gin
- Location: South Norwalk, CT
- Contact:
Up All Night
by Feldspar
Busses and trains
and the sprawling Jersey plains
where I sit and recognize the sights
along the Turnpike
Seeing nothing writing nothing down
thinking nothing
Riding backwards through this broken down
one-horse town
And here's to staying up
way too late
And here's to being sort of good
and trying to be great
She's alarmed and restless
and I've been cursing fate
And here's to staying up way too late
Neon lights
of a diner open late
Road-worn drivers flock to it like bugs
around a lightbulb
They fly too close and then they melt away
Their wings are useless
what attraction brings them to the light?
She's asleep
Fell asleep right at the wheel
And her car's careening towards a cliff
that has no bottom
The road you're on is tearing us apart
Tearing softly
Breaking swiftly through this human heart
And here's to staying up
way too late
And here's to being sort of good
and trying to be great
She's alarmed and restless
and I've been cursing fate
And here's to staying up way too late
by Feldspar
Busses and trains
and the sprawling Jersey plains
where I sit and recognize the sights
along the Turnpike
Seeing nothing writing nothing down
thinking nothing
Riding backwards through this broken down
one-horse town
And here's to staying up
way too late
And here's to being sort of good
and trying to be great
She's alarmed and restless
and I've been cursing fate
And here's to staying up way too late
Neon lights
of a diner open late
Road-worn drivers flock to it like bugs
around a lightbulb
They fly too close and then they melt away
Their wings are useless
what attraction brings them to the light?
She's asleep
Fell asleep right at the wheel
And her car's careening towards a cliff
that has no bottom
The road you're on is tearing us apart
Tearing softly
Breaking swiftly through this human heart
And here's to staying up
way too late
And here's to being sort of good
and trying to be great
She's alarmed and restless
and I've been cursing fate
And here's to staying up way too late
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Middlemarch
- Karski
- Posts: 95
- Joined: Mon Feb 27, 2006 10:18 pm
- Location: Northern New York-west of the Hudson and north of everything (except Canada-and those other places)
- Contact:
Up All Night
Tonight, the wind uprooted the oak tree with the tire swing
In the morning, we can clean the yard
It may take half a day, but it’s a holiday
And we’ll leave the snow on the car
Let’s pack a lunch and head to the hills
Where the curve of the sky disappears
It may take all our money, and that’s okay
The coffee tastes better that way
It’s so cold that your breath freezes on my face
It’s so cold even though you promised you’d always stay
It’s so cold that we’re bound to just freeze or fade away
It’s so cold but we’ll stay up all night ...
anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway...
I’m so tried, and you’re leaning on my shoulder
Like you haven’t done in years
But I’ve never been this awake
No, I’ve never been this awake
You’re a shooting star that refuses to die
You won’t go dark and you won’t go quiet into the night
How can you be such a blinding light
After all this time and after all these miles?
And after all it’s done to us, you still shine
If we run fast enough, we can stay
One step ahead of all those dead yesterdays
And nothing, no one, not even the spin of the earth, will catch us
It’s so cold that your breath freezes on my face
It’s so cold even though you promised you’d always stay
It’s so cold that we’re bound to just freeze or fade away
It’s so cold but we’ll stay up all night ...
anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway...
Tonight, the wind uprooted the oak tree with the tire swing
In the morning, we can clean the yard
It may take half a day, but it’s a holiday
And we’ll leave the snow on the car
Let’s pack a lunch and head to the hills
Where the curve of the sky disappears
It may take all our money, and that’s okay
The coffee tastes better that way
It’s so cold that your breath freezes on my face
It’s so cold even though you promised you’d always stay
It’s so cold that we’re bound to just freeze or fade away
It’s so cold but we’ll stay up all night ...
anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway...
I’m so tried, and you’re leaning on my shoulder
Like you haven’t done in years
But I’ve never been this awake
No, I’ve never been this awake
You’re a shooting star that refuses to die
You won’t go dark and you won’t go quiet into the night
How can you be such a blinding light
After all this time and after all these miles?
And after all it’s done to us, you still shine
If we run fast enough, we can stay
One step ahead of all those dead yesterdays
And nothing, no one, not even the spin of the earth, will catch us
It’s so cold that your breath freezes on my face
It’s so cold even though you promised you’d always stay
It’s so cold that we’re bound to just freeze or fade away
It’s so cold but we’ll stay up all night ...
anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway...
<i>"you kind of sound like Oscar the Grouch" -- Feldspar
"sounds like church camp stuff" -- Tricia </i>
<a href="http://www.nowhereradio.com/artists/alb ... id=1503">G. Williker at Nowhere Radio</a>
"sounds like church camp stuff" -- Tricia </i>
<a href="http://www.nowhereradio.com/artists/alb ... id=1503">G. Williker at Nowhere Radio</a>
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EightLeggedOedipus
- Attlee
- Posts: 310
- Joined: Fri Dec 17, 2004 10:11 pm
- Location: Los Angeles, CA
- Contact:
Up All Night
Lyrics by Ryan Jacobs and Mbeanis N. Alzin
Music by The Drinks (James Andrew Burton, Nick Carvajal, Ryan Jacobs, Tom Olson and Cameron Jasper)
I find it sexy
The squeak of your bed keeps me up all night
Up all night
When you scream like a kettle of tea
I'm up all night
But it's alright
And when you belt him like livery gelding
I'm up all night
But it's alright
I'm taping this note to your windshield in hope that you'll call me sometime
But it's alright
I live in 28D
And your boyfriend's in 28C
When you fuck him I pretend that he is me
It gets hard to cope
I know I don't know who you are
And so it might seem strange
I dream you're tying me up
Riding me rough
Enough to make you stop fucking him and touching him and LOVE!
What?
Wanna punch him
Yeah up all night
But it's alright
You're sucking him and rubbing
What a munchkin!
He is nothing
But it's alright
Keep me up all night
Hey! When you growl like a she-wolf at a steakhouse
I'm up all night
Up all night
When you purr like a vibrator
Sure keeps me up all night
But it's alright
When you're pounding like cast iron foundries
I'm up all night
Up all night
I'm taping this note to your windshield in hopes
That you'll call me sometime
But it's alright
I live in the flat next door
Paper thin walls with a plaster core
Girl, I wish you'd fuck your boyfriend more
When you do you keep depriving my sleep
It's sweet to think that you care
Gee
I'm not a freak!
I swear that it's true
I'm in love with you
Your voice keeps me up all night
Right now I'm thinking about
Just sinking all my teeth into your sweet and tender bosoms
Something could have made you notice how my groaning matches moaning I've been hearing
Comandeering my awareness
I may be careless
There's no secrets walls can hold
When I am bold enough to tell you
That I feel your warmth through plaster
I'll just masturbate forever
I'm taping this note to your windshield in hope that you'll call me sometime
Cause I'll keep you up - up all night!
Lyrics by Ryan Jacobs and Mbeanis N. Alzin
Music by The Drinks (James Andrew Burton, Nick Carvajal, Ryan Jacobs, Tom Olson and Cameron Jasper)
I find it sexy
The squeak of your bed keeps me up all night
Up all night
When you scream like a kettle of tea
I'm up all night
But it's alright
And when you belt him like livery gelding
I'm up all night
But it's alright
I'm taping this note to your windshield in hope that you'll call me sometime
But it's alright
I live in 28D
And your boyfriend's in 28C
When you fuck him I pretend that he is me
It gets hard to cope
I know I don't know who you are
And so it might seem strange
I dream you're tying me up
Riding me rough
Enough to make you stop fucking him and touching him and LOVE!
What?
Wanna punch him
Yeah up all night
But it's alright
You're sucking him and rubbing
What a munchkin!
He is nothing
But it's alright
Keep me up all night
Hey! When you growl like a she-wolf at a steakhouse
I'm up all night
Up all night
When you purr like a vibrator
Sure keeps me up all night
But it's alright
When you're pounding like cast iron foundries
I'm up all night
Up all night
I'm taping this note to your windshield in hopes
That you'll call me sometime
But it's alright
I live in the flat next door
Paper thin walls with a plaster core
Girl, I wish you'd fuck your boyfriend more
When you do you keep depriving my sleep
It's sweet to think that you care
Gee
I'm not a freak!
I swear that it's true
I'm in love with you
Your voice keeps me up all night
Right now I'm thinking about
Just sinking all my teeth into your sweet and tender bosoms
Something could have made you notice how my groaning matches moaning I've been hearing
Comandeering my awareness
I may be careless
There's no secrets walls can hold
When I am bold enough to tell you
That I feel your warmth through plaster
I'll just masturbate forever
I'm taping this note to your windshield in hope that you'll call me sometime
Cause I'll keep you up - up all night!
<a href="http://www.mbeanis.com/0.html">Understand</a> my reviews. Voted best auto-wrecking record of 2005! "<a href="http://www.thedrinks.net/"><b>The Drinks</a></b>' - Grr!" available now.
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TVsKyle
- Karski
- Posts: 82
- Joined: Sun Sep 26, 2004 3:10 pm
- Instruments: keyboard, accordion, drum loops
- Recording Method: Logic Pro X
- Submitting as: TV's Kyle
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Burbank, CA
- Contact:
Up All Night by TV's Kyle
I've got a big list of things to do.
It's only three days until they're due.
I'll get some coffee and let it brew
So I can get them done.
I want to sit here and make it so
I need some caffeine to make me go
It speeds me up when I'm getting slow
At least that's what I think.
I fix myself a cup of mud and load it down with stuff.
Half the cup is cream and sugar. I guess that's enough.
I sit down at my desk and I stare blankly at my pen.
I'm wide awake and useless. Will I ever work again?
I'll be up all night.
And completely useless.
I'll be up all night.
But what of my creative juices?
I'll be easily distracted and I'll be half out-of-whack
But I'll be up all night, up all night, up all night.
I'll click around searching my hard drive
For that picture of when I was five
In a disco suit singing "Stayin' Alive"
Oh wait, I'm doing work.
But my mind's not in a working place.
I kind of feel like a mental case.
I'll look up some person on Myspace
I knew from middle school.
I'm easily distracted and I'm getting nothing done.
Suddenly I think of dissapointing everyone.
I try focus on my page, but think of Penn Jillette.
I load up Wikipedia so I ain't workin' yet.
I'll be up all night.
And completely useless.
I'll be up all night.
But what of my creative juices?
I'll be easily distracted and I'll be half out-of-whack
But I'll be up all night, up all night, up all night.
It's four o'clock in the morning and
with useless brain and a shaky hand
I'm giving up and I'm going to bed
There's always later on.
Well I'll be up all night.
And completely useless.
I'll be up all night.
But what of my creative juices?
I'll be easily distracted and I'll be half out-of-whack
But I'll be up all night, up all night, up all night.
I'll be up all night.
And completely useless.
I'll be up all night.
But what of my creative juices?
I'll be easily distracted and I'll be half out-of-whack
But I'll be up all night, up all night, up all night.
I've got a big list of things to do.
It's only three days until they're due.
I'll get some coffee and let it brew
So I can get them done.
I want to sit here and make it so
I need some caffeine to make me go
It speeds me up when I'm getting slow
At least that's what I think.
I fix myself a cup of mud and load it down with stuff.
Half the cup is cream and sugar. I guess that's enough.
I sit down at my desk and I stare blankly at my pen.
I'm wide awake and useless. Will I ever work again?
I'll be up all night.
And completely useless.
I'll be up all night.
But what of my creative juices?
I'll be easily distracted and I'll be half out-of-whack
But I'll be up all night, up all night, up all night.
I'll click around searching my hard drive
For that picture of when I was five
In a disco suit singing "Stayin' Alive"
Oh wait, I'm doing work.
But my mind's not in a working place.
I kind of feel like a mental case.
I'll look up some person on Myspace
I knew from middle school.
I'm easily distracted and I'm getting nothing done.
Suddenly I think of dissapointing everyone.
I try focus on my page, but think of Penn Jillette.
I load up Wikipedia so I ain't workin' yet.
I'll be up all night.
And completely useless.
I'll be up all night.
But what of my creative juices?
I'll be easily distracted and I'll be half out-of-whack
But I'll be up all night, up all night, up all night.
It's four o'clock in the morning and
with useless brain and a shaky hand
I'm giving up and I'm going to bed
There's always later on.
Well I'll be up all night.
And completely useless.
I'll be up all night.
But what of my creative juices?
I'll be easily distracted and I'll be half out-of-whack
But I'll be up all night, up all night, up all night.
I'll be up all night.
And completely useless.
I'll be up all night.
But what of my creative juices?
I'll be easily distracted and I'll be half out-of-whack
But I'll be up all night, up all night, up all night.
-Kyle A. Carrozza
http://TVsKyle.bandcamp.com
http://TVsKyle.bandcamp.com
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Mogosagatai
- Goldman
- Posts: 717
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 3:09 pm
<i>Phunt Your Friends "Up All Night".</i>
The angularity of grains lost itself
in this light
composite surface below, forming a shelf.
Up all night,
in this light,
steam-wisps of vision rose from dreams of the blind.
Up all night,
I leapt and tried to leave my senses behind.
Steam-wisps of vision rose from dreams of the blind
into _______.
I leapt and tried to leave my senses behind
on the s____
into _______.
My dissolving form flowed away from its cask.
On the s____
of my mind, _______ relinquished its gaping mask.
My dissolving form flowed away from its cask,
a mere core
of my mind. _______ relinquished its gaping mask
like a door:
a mere core
composite surface below, forming a shelf
like a door.
The angularity of grains lost itself.
The angularity of grains lost itself
in this light
composite surface below, forming a shelf.
Up all night,
in this light,
steam-wisps of vision rose from dreams of the blind.
Up all night,
I leapt and tried to leave my senses behind.
Steam-wisps of vision rose from dreams of the blind
into _______.
I leapt and tried to leave my senses behind
on the s____
into _______.
My dissolving form flowed away from its cask.
On the s____
of my mind, _______ relinquished its gaping mask.
My dissolving form flowed away from its cask,
a mere core
of my mind. _______ relinquished its gaping mask
like a door:
a mere core
composite surface below, forming a shelf
like a door.
The angularity of grains lost itself.