snuffbox 0 Report post Posted October 12, 2003 Hey all, heres some lyrics Ive written for my lil rock and/or roll project. Enjoy.... 'Naked Lunch' (heavy f'n metal tune) Epic illusions on an ultragrand scale Marley wannabes puffin on a greengrass bale No repent from the riot on a yay-train rail Feelin like a universe that’s designed to fail (chorus) Dining on a naked lunch Of denial and crime Trusting Burroughs is a marksman Get to meet the end of time Reading scriptures of the hysterically stark Turning pages baring the Dharma Lion Clock says its noon but I feel its dark Beautiful for situation, this cant be Mt. Zion Flippin all the switches for the one to stop the droning Of a billion dipshits successfully cloning Soundtrack of our planet is screams and moaning Power-smack junkies and all the righteous stonings (chorus) ‘Antithesis’ Amidst..chaos….rulers..flourish Planets..aligned for…a new resolve to Crumble..the..almighty..wall (chorus) To any and all ikons I do pray Told to speak and what do we say? Yeah, we’re told to speak but what do we say? To any and all ikons I do pray Its quite alright I have learned To look at a body dead and burned Yeah, it’s quite alright to kill off kids Just don’t get caught looking at some girl’s tits Told to speak and what do I say? Yeah, I’m told to speak but what do I say? On..hilltops….giants..cringe In..disgrace….kings..refuse to Crumble the almighty wall (chorus) Young and old we share a disease We hate to love and we kill for peace We’ll die to win but we’re scared we’ll lose So many doors and which will we choose? Told to speak and what do I say? Yeah, Im told to speak but what do I say? In..caves….hermits..smile By..rail….losers..travel Today…things…will…change The..bright lights..sermonize Revolutionize…bring kings down to size (chorus) “Ghosts” Ingest the still photos Of your heart and mind Of every day gone Wrong or right Find all you’ve ever needed Beyond the bounds of this Of all whose felt alone After everything gone behind (chorus) As the ghosts of the past remind us Regrets assume the pose Of all we thought we’d be And tomorrow hobbles on Ingest the still photos Of life’s memories gone by Keep that held close beside you Never let go of this Theres nothing left to gain when Theres nothing left to lose Life is our own shared secrets And I’m feeling this surround me (chorus) “Fading” The last move before the next one Can I fuck up again just say this Step back, walk away, turning steps up to a run Past these waning days of gayness Growing old in a hurricane of Introspective destruction trumping aces of expression Tiring a ceaseless rummaging of love Finding new deals for a great depression Life’s presence a little tramp at the ending credits Losses chalked up and parading On the setting sun it sits An extended metaphor of fading “Kinsasha Highway” Trust-funded hipsters Blood-hounded flippers Look hyper, dance free, love, fuck, play Nuk-chewin candy-ravin trippers Off the ground, on the run Supra-cool fake culture romance Every nickel ‘n’ dime thinks he’s Lou Reed Lost, found, wasted, where On the paved dirt dreaming Screaming, where did life go? Yay-fueled people hating White Housed liberty slaying Towers of freedom’s fall brings New excuses to crown new kings Cities dying, nations crying, monarchs climbing On up to where? On the streets lost, am I out of mind Howlin’ for Ginsberg, Dylan, looking for Kesey Only finding plastic GI Joe suit ‘n’ ties Johnboy Ashcroft and GWB On the road to pain, to fear, today Kinsasha Highway No love, no of the people free, no way Kinsasha Highway Kinsasha Highway Beltway cancer DC Tax the souls of the blue collar Ghetto life sold to MTV and the radio All these balers ‘n’ shock collars Wannabe hos that just cant say no Starved politico pigs wallow In mud pits with lobby fleas America just take it and swallow Be that best puppet that you can be Money, money imperfect pharmacy Feeling good’s a crime for fat bosses’ profit A nations windows so tinted that it cant see Only we the people can grow to stop it Losing freedom, fear and loathing We, the next generation becoming mindless pawns House seats’ pockets sit fat and bloating Gotta stand up before our new slave day dawns On the road to pain, to fear, today Kinsasha Highway No love, no of the people free, no way Kinsasha Highway Kinsasha Highway Beltway cancer DC Where is Ken Kesey? Where is Ken Kesey? Where is Ken Kesey? Where is Ken Kesey? We got to be. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
