September 20, 2017, 10:40:32 PM

------------------------------------------

If you have Login Problems Use the Login in Top Menu Bar


------------------------------------------
If you have a problem registering here, Leave a msg at our FB Page >> Here.

Plz Don't use Hotmail to Register. You might not receive Activation mail. Use Other free mail provider like Gmail or Yahoo.






Author Topic: The Manimal's Lyrics & Writings  (Read 1994 times)

0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.

Offline Manimal

  • God of Thunder & Rock n' Roll
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 3355
  • Gender: Male
  • Kanan Ball The Future
    • View Profile
The Manimal's Lyrics & Writings
« on: December 20, 2016, 09:29:53 PM »
I'm gunna make this thread and post some of my lyrics and stuff. I write more songs then I record and enjoy writing wacky things so...take them as they are.

Canadian Tire (Open Tonight)



Well I’m sitting outside the store, watching goonies pass me by
Stone brick Mama’s in sandals, gooey Papas in fries
Distracted min-wagers stacking barbies in an endless supply
Students on perfume and new graduates trying on ties
Coupon warriors put the kids to school, and let out war cries
On happy discount day I see adults demystified
The tucked away carnie, hiding terrified
First we got Black Friday, how long till the Fourth of July

Those Yankees, conquer and steal
Local business torn in a star spangled windmill
Red and white, slash a bit of blue
Uncle Sam knocking on my door say “Hey how’re you”

Well I’m sitting in the backroom stretching out my toes
Countdown to liquidation, watch the whole place decompose
Vultures swooping from the lookout, eyes on grocery and clothes
From the ashes of retail, another landmass arose
Now their ambition it’s shattered, bull’s eye in the shadows
Hot dog grease drips, as chains fall like dominoes
Yankees vs. Mets, the red and blue expose
In the end we lose again, another grimey demo

Damn Yankees,back at it again
Burnt another building with the slash of a pen
Red and white, drop a bit of blue
Uncle Sam knocking on my door say “mind if I come through”

Well uncles in the den, screaming about the game
We gotta love the Maple Leafs, even if victory can not be claimed
I watch Gretzky skate, I do not feel the same
As the beer gutted countrymen, who set Vancouver in flame
But if you blondies where to ask, you know that I’d proclaim
Don’t put syrup on my pancakes, I think Tragically Hip is lame
But I thank Geddy Lee that I’m hung from this white spruce frame
And if you ask me about Tims, you know I would exclaim


Pretty Kitty



I ripped off her twin tails and replaced them with snails, she walked slowly to class, and fell asleep before she could pass
I popped her button nose gave her a garden hose, she watered her mother's plants, gave refreshment to the ants
No more rosy cheeks, gave her a sweater that reeks, she went on MTV Unplugged, shined and auctioned the drug rug
Goodbye glitter in her eye, take all my whoas and sighs, she wanted a simple life, ideals slice like a scythe

Pretty kitty is looking fine, Pretty kitty hides behind a blind
Pretty kitty starts to feel confined, Pretty kitty dancing on a line

I shattered her hour glass said here's a teapot for mass, she served herself a cup, and splashed me in the face abrupt
Snapped her new pedicure, she got my pretty sneer, she only wanted to dance, broken toe nail prance

Pretty Kitty is looking fine, Pretty Kitty hides behind a blind
Pretty Kind starts to feel confined, Pretty Kitty dancing on a line

I tied her twin tails back, billboarded her nose like a tack
Fixed the rosy cheek lack, for her eyes no more flack
Mixing this with that, holed in just like a rat
Sure got the time to think, when I'm the only tap on the sink


PVR The Public



It's another screaming rumble in a jean tearing pumble
It's antoher cereal blunder in a geometric wonder
To the sky inside barriers break beyond
No one dances red until it lies out too long
Like noodle arms would ride fingers disposes pesticide
Time to catapult to the moon to change the tide
Oceans screaming yellow in a sunny mist
Lights so brilliant never have to reminisce
PVR the public, let me see outside
PVR the public, in bricks I hide
Life on tape - Just can't wait

It's time at 9 to grab a shovel and find
All the ancient spells the wizards left behind
If I wanted a snack so badly I'd consume my own flesh
After all my tone is so perfect I know I'd be the best
Alright everyone time to line up take a taste
But don't get too greedy, my skin ain't yours to waste
PVR the public, let me see outside
PVR the public, in bricks I hide
Life on tape - Just can't wait

The time has come to break out the paddle
Butts up everyone tell me who tattled
No one leaves till I find out who sneezed
and decided to overlay the pieces of cheese
Butts up everyone, don't give me your ifs
Butts up everyone, I'll get ya like a riff
Attach cornholes together with steel wound string
Pick with dorities for a fantastic ring
PVR the public, let me see outside
PVR the public, in bricks I hide
Life on tape - Just can't wait


Mr. Tambourine Butt

I play the butt tambourine
I wiggle my cheeks to the beat
I shake my rump around and groove my feet
It's better then an enema because you get to make music
I play the butt tambourine
Because I have no arms

« Last Edit: March 21, 2017, 12:46:06 PM by Manimal »

Offline Nairbons

  • A Rootin' Tootin' Cowpoke
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 641
  • Gender: Male
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #1 on: December 21, 2016, 12:03:38 AM »
So far all you literary scholars out there, the new rankings of "greatest contributions to the English language" are as follows:

1) "Mr. Tambourine Butt"
2) The collected works of William Shakespeare
3) A tie between everything else ever made

Offline MahluaandMilk

  • Queen of Lurking Losers / Ms. Fanservice
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 1823
  • Gender: Female
  • Don't mind me, just being my friends' other mom.
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #2 on: December 21, 2016, 01:51:53 AM »
Gotta say, Nair, you're absolutely right about that.
"My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others!"--Marquis de Sade
"A loss of innocence / one hand to wash the other / be a perfectionist / you're nothing if you're just another"--TBM, "Goodnight"
Got Ecchi? Join us.

Offline 50 Words for Paipis

  • Understood Newt
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 2468
  • Gender: Male
  • A truly critical mind is an open mind, and vice versa.
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #3 on: December 26, 2016, 02:22:00 PM »
I like the amount of content in the lyrics, even if some of it doesn't fit with the rest. It almost reminds me of hip-hop in how much content it has.

You seem to like the tradition poetic values of things that sound good, rhyme, and meter, etc. Maybe some hip-hop artists could provide you a reference point.

Offline Manimal

  • God of Thunder & Rock n' Roll
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 3355
  • Gender: Male
  • Kanan Ball The Future
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #4 on: December 27, 2016, 11:43:08 AM »
Ya I love to pack 'em in, I was so taken by Bob's lyrics, those non stop flowing songs, I love that. Yes, a lot of my stuff gets pretty gibberishy, I mostly just write whatever comes to mind and find a meaning from that.

I should listen to rap ya, sometimes when I write lyrics I think it'd almost be suitable for that. I like Cube and Coolio has some great tunes but I could use a good schooling in the genre. To Pimp a Butterfly has been on my listen to this now list since it's come out, I'm just never in the mood for rap. For now some more stuff.

After School Me Time



Here's laughing to think that I would care, measure the angle or fraction of hair
Taking my moments throwing them in the air, laughing as if I'd truly dare
To be, see, or do anything to that degree, after all it's I and never we
Here's laughing to think I would care

Receipts don streets in a cold out freeze
Point cards rolled to joint cards throw them 'cross the breeze
Lights flicker and delay traffic goonies did someone chuck a bone
Take orders get rumps in the seats, the extent is unknown

Every second in occupation, every brain in occupations
Followers follow trails I hope footsteps taste stale
Spice you could use some back off of me
I give signals, curl like pringles, but you're such a dinghole

Such a dinghole, ring a ding ding hole, ka-bing ka-bing you're ring a ding ding
Such a dinghole, a ring a ding ding hole, but the biggest ding of all is never the king ya

Catty images swing like string, scratch the itch in my skull
Big grease man running mouse, big grease man hits it all
Hiding behind barriers so bright to fight it's after school me time
Telephone wires live on dial, now goose mans out on trial


Lab Goat



I study complex equations and gamma radiations
Hang my PhD above my knowledge tree
Talking nerophsyics pi to infinte digits
Test tubes crashing and a chemical reacting

Lab coats are worn when ideas are born
Microscope studies with the lab buddies
h20 makes my cranium grow
But as it goes not everything I know
Smashing formulas bubble an orchestra
If radiation is the chemical equation then love is where I've met my match

What is the formula to the soul, how can I make my feelings fold
If diamonds and jewelry enblaze the heart, why can't she accept my flow chart
The time has come to study more, the time has come to rip out the floor
In my secret lab where coats are worn, fuzzy love will never be born


Quintessential



Guilty or innocent judges decide, hanging in the balance where ideas collide
Dive from the plank to fight your life, eaten by piranhas teeth spark as knives
Commit no crimes you ain't on the chain, dangle from the ceiling till something's to blame
The good ol' boys just getting by, a record so heinous it eats the sky

Beggar man-better man, stealing the very dirt deep in the eye
Hijackers-high fivers, rip the tissue when no one's alive
Payback, pay me back, bad back on you're way back
Guilty or innocent you still get a smack

Arena of battles metal unfolds, till fog lifts and the story's told
I command your fire, command your bold, you dignity rots and burns in mold

Jettison some weight, time to reform and create
He took the bait, showdown for final fate
Shift ass kick to the highest gear, drunk on energy like robotic beer
Cassette deck minions, run the ding ling
Order my fries, when the leader dies
I nominate myself, I coronate myself
« Last Edit: December 27, 2016, 11:44:54 AM by Manimal »

Offline 50 Words for Paipis

  • Understood Newt
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 2468
  • Gender: Male
  • A truly critical mind is an open mind, and vice versa.
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #5 on: December 27, 2016, 12:23:39 PM »
Not really an expert in the genre, but you should definitely check out Nas' Illmatic, Madvillain's Madvillainy, and A Tribe Called Quest's Low End Theory.

Offline Manimal

  • God of Thunder & Rock n' Roll
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 3355
  • Gender: Male
  • Kanan Ball The Future
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #6 on: January 03, 2017, 12:03:47 AM »
So far all you literary scholars out there, the new rankings of "greatest contributions to the English language" are as follows:

1) "Mr. Tambourine Butt"
2) The collected works of William Shakespeare
3) A tie between everything else ever made

Oh ya Nair here is the recording. From October 2015, this is my true masterpiece. Look it's your pic!
https://soundcloud.com/deepspacenoise/mr-tambornie-butt

Also some silly lyrics.

Bust Your Teeth



and the dirtiest rag is the one that's never used, sanitized and rung out till it's clean and confused
Locker room shavers whip 'em across the room, follow trails or be hidden by the broom
Raisins and nuts mixed in a palm, reasons for nuts live on a sitcom
Glistening as a tomato in the sun, wrinkled as a reason for their fun
Geometry measurements for a mold, quiet ones are shifted by the bold
Four time folded papers don your name, black cover bands agenda scores the game
and if whirlwinds of influence bear a claim, volcanoes of innocence must soon spark a flame

Transgression twists hygiene in a frame, while sharpening soft ball bats to break it's brain
Child locks trap rodents in their maim, safety exits behind towers hide what remains
Nut free bagged candy down their throat, nut case bagged and thrown into a boat
Roped off waters crackle around the mote, roped off to alliances of which to devote
Unbuckle the seatbelt to even remove my socks, you've been stealing salt from my cracker box


Poptart Hero



One out of zero I'm a Poptart Hero

In the day TV static looms, in the dust frantic shadows groom
Nutritional value for this justice, calories attack bellies time to crush this
Captain Sugar meet my icing hand, deathly enema it cannot stand
Out of the toaster out for bozos, here is breakfast on a bulldozer

Goodbye sugar, goodbye gain
A whole new product a whole less pain
Fight the battle with a toothbrush sword, Colonel Cavity on a red string board
One out of zero, pop some beano
Here arrives the Poptart Hero

Fruit by the foot has you know, milky duds look who's the cow
Willy Wonk he'll welcome you in, put your mouth to the belt let the addiction begin
Mike & Ike got cha' in their box, marshmallow out, chew don't talk
But I'm here to save the day, so if you need me please don't push me away

Here I am the brand new hero groomed, there is you over piles of evil you loom
What if left there's two of you, the puffy twin and the one I knew
I'm a hero not a dictator, find your life in that vomit save it for later
It's a hard job, it's a hard dawn, green and yellow all is gone


Dunnot



Frozen in fistacuffs, Who are we fighting
Frozen in fistacuffs, Tension is rising
Streetside brawl eats the brain from my skull, Forks and knives dip to the mountain's tip
Snowmen fly and winter is ney, As bells explode and earlobes unfold
The twisted tangled path inside of the fortress, Scrapping the walls like a tunnel to bus
Mutant bloodhounds pick up the slack, No one minds creepers in the back
Frozen in Fistacuffs a generational curse, No one speaks only looks for the worst
In everyone, there is purple rage, In everything a denial caged
To the sky where words dance and dare to escape, To the space where all but the dead drape
Stars illusions in the ridiculous painting, Chipping away the path and bending the railing
No one gets inside only to feed the fires, No one can see as they touch the lighter
What explodes in pockets arrives from stations, In which trains dock boxers to erode in nations
No one agreed with the immoral judge, Humanity takes it up to beaten and bludge
Frozen in fistacuffs, How could you move
When it pushes you down to the convator belt grooves, Frozen in fistacuffs
Goodbye chunks of flesh, Who needs eyeballs when it's dim light at best
The guts that rain from the fatory's ceiling, Fly in an envelop for a lickfold sealing
It's your destiny unwrapped and delivered away, Who will receive it, will it make the way
To heighten ones senses you must lose a few, Increased awareness or time on a constant fuse
Tick tick on it, the toaster cooks, Beep beep hit it, take a few more looks
It's not toasty if it's not boasty, Tell all your friends

Humanity moves like Lego blocks
If it can be done once, it can be done a bunch
Get me the manuel, get me a bag
I need something to wipe off this dust, hand me the rag
Ha I found it, finally at last
The piece under the carpet my foot had blast
It really hurts when you step on these
It really hurts when you cut your knees
Ribbon up now, ribbon up tight
Let no one see where the bed bugs bite
Straighten up high, straighten up right
Today turns to new it's no longer tonight


Remember in 2015 I was writing things like "If you look into my ceiling, you'll find my Uncle's sh!t stains. He came over a while back, and shat on my roof. I hate him".
« Last Edit: January 03, 2017, 12:15:18 AM by Manimal »

Offline Manimal

  • God of Thunder & Rock n' Roll
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 3355
  • Gender: Male
  • Kanan Ball The Future
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #7 on: January 09, 2017, 10:42:40 PM »
Freak Con (Bye Bye)



Here sitting at the Freak Con, folks walked around while the rituals where on
I clutched my idols close to the heart, it's been a long day and it was time to depart
I gazed at the lizards that where ragged in blue, and pasted by the felines with powder tattoos
Gravel road faces immersed in burgers, pencil bodied geeks engaged in rendered murders
Smiley scoundrels at their black market booths, selling plastic lies to disguise the truth
Reality is false before the screens, that re-run the capsules flashing yellow and green
A culture built from soil crusted moles, had finally risen to fulfill it's goals
and here I thought I was the only one, who'd ever worshiped this kind of flash bang fun
The cyber princess etched to my T, had taken form in front of me
Cypered hype that blew me away, just like a Fly On Broadway


Wizardology



Welcome in to the magic land, so glad you could make it today
For three decades your life has spanned and pure, you have stayed
Noble protector of the cause, your resistance deserves applause
Here is your silky cape and you already grew a beard
Trill your hands in a triangle shape, cast the speak of the unsheared

You're a fairy fairy, fairy my friend, I'd say you're very fairy like

I'm gunna be a wizard a wizard oh ya, girls stay away don't lead me astray
Gunna be a wizard, a wizard oh ya, it's easy okay just stay away

Now in the world I've made for me, I lock it up and toss out the key
Unbreakable wall of penitentiary, seductive antics I'll never see
Bed sheets soiled with pizza sauce, mystical future it is my boss
Gunna leave life to the ring toss, turn every win to a magical loss

I'm gunna be a wizard a wizard oh ya, girls stay away don't lead me astray
Gunna be a wizard, a wizard oh ya, it's easy okay just stay away

Now I'm trained in Wizardology, life experience is the only fee
Abracadabra on the cue, snowy mountains are small in view
Gunna take a jog to the tallest tower, magic runs like a witch's shower
Frosty mitts chilled to the bone, for this every minute's been spent alone

I. Am. A Wizard.


Raid



Cretins eat flesh saw em' away, Do I get breakfast with this hotel stay?
It buries inside and bunkers down, water's only weakness is light and sound
Pricks at the nerves like a stapler, bars foil plans for escapalers
Turning inside out till it starts to pout, prescription pills still hold their doubts

Can somebody help sweep my mind off the floor, I've vomited pages penned to pity and adore
Boredom strikes like a silver sun, interal autopsy has just begun
When nothings wrong it cannot be, ran a mile from an inch so crazy goofy
Moronic trite like a summer sprinkler, Its never ending in monochrome colour

I wonder what it's like inside a grain, scattered and burning on the desert plain
Carve me in wood, steal, ice it's all the same, your carving game is overly tame
Winners take all expect for the bronze, how much hair gel died for The Fonz
I wonder what she thinks on the leather couch, $10.59 for less of a blouse
Write a turd get a third, don't go out robbing my words
Black ski-masks ask for a sock, next they're gunna ask for the key to the lock
Inside a brain is a tube to drain, like the bathroom sink nothing remains
From school to society drips on the page, aliens in glasses take the stage
T-short covers shirt and snarky retorts, frowning brightly on a score keeper's report
Magic 8 can't see that far, Chinese crackers get me out of the tar
I get nothing only times and a second hand, tell about the time in this case Ms. Pink Headband

What Im a serial surfer
I surf a lot
In many waves
I got a pot
Of oats
Not actually like pot pot
Bad joke
Egg yolk
On your house
Later today
I did it
Oops



« Last Edit: January 09, 2017, 10:59:24 PM by Manimal »

Offline YuumaKuuga

  • Jetstream Lover
  • Full Member
  • ***
  • Posts: 197
  • Gender: Male
  • In the dead of night it will be all right
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #8 on: January 11, 2017, 10:20:04 PM »
*censored*, your awesome at song writing (I just throw my ideas away  :ninja:)
Plz record Wizardology, cause it would sound really awesome lol

Oh, and I think Mr. Tambourine Butt should get a nomination for best song ever (Take that Stairway to Heaven)


Hey look, a wild waifu appears. AKA Chandra Naalar

Offline Manimal

  • God of Thunder & Rock n' Roll
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 3355
  • Gender: Male
  • Kanan Ball The Future
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #9 on: January 11, 2017, 10:28:12 PM »
Ha ha, thanks. I'm working on it still, all it took for me as I said, was Bob Dylan to show me that I can do anything with lyrics. I don't have to be a poetic genius or whatever. Bands like KISS & Ac/Dc got to play but Bob Dylan, Sonic Youth, Misfits, they inspired me to write and record.

Also what would ya know...I have recorded Wizardology! It's not great, the recording is harsh on tremble and cymbals, I'm a one man band with a Rock Band mic, trying to work it all out. Sometimes my drums sound kind of okay, on this song the way I positioned the mic was too close to the cymbals so it's not that easy to listen to. Still this is is if you'd like to hear. I did the first recording in September, it was a lot more annoying and slower. Plus the original had lyrics like "my shirt choices do alarm her" which...no.
https://soundcloud.com/deepspacenoise/wizardology

This song is based off a riff that came to me when I was droning out during an episode of Orange. It's a bit too close to "Born In The U.S.A.", the rest is Ho-Kago Tea Time inspired.

« Last Edit: January 11, 2017, 10:30:41 PM by Manimal »

Offline Manimal

  • God of Thunder & Rock n' Roll
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 3355
  • Gender: Male
  • Kanan Ball The Future
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #10 on: January 16, 2017, 06:37:21 PM »
Only Available With Coupons



Foil plated tin, a foil fin, dye is corrosive can't serve lunch or din
Someone once told me, or I once heard, how to bend geometry to letters and curds
Counter productive, or counter production, don't dis granite it serves it's function
Telephone talk, or loud speaker gawk, if one has enough duct tape to make a mock
For arts & crafts, or carts & afts, sonic frequency cracked the tiles off a' the rafts
Adjust my atlas, or myself, something seems off right click about or help

If I was sad I'd be sad again, these things surely cancel each other out
Unless happiness and happiness tower so high you'll always be dark and pout
See that's what I meant but everyone holds a little doubt
Suits and ties, trucks and rye, all so very boring to me
But my my self is the only person I'd like to be
When you think too much your mind really swims deep in the sea

Crayola scissors, open a shop, come inside, hair starts to drop
At one's mercy, lively hood on line, one false move, you ain't lookin' so fine
One's own pride, don't mess up, you're the canvas, I'm the cup
Job interview, 1st 2nd date, if you don't look fine, how will you rate
Close my eyes, moldy smell, do you even care, how you dwell
1 inch off, that's it?, I have my pride, continue to sit

Your self inflated sense of self worth really smothers my face
Dust printed certificate awards from a self imposed race
All the way up to 100 is a lonely fall from grace
Keep it in shift to N and idol in place
Nico Nico Nii your life is really thinner then lace
If only someone cared enough to think you're a disgrace

Hamster in a wheel is no better then a banana peal
Is it biodegradable or unresis-table
Can't say no to good carpentry
Calling to you is so general even when I don't mean to
You is so clearly defined only for someone so prim and divine
So it ain't you 


Goof-a-Tron



You're just cracking some jokes, like an egg yolk, on a Macy's float
I'm just sittin' here, as the punchlines near, gunna disappear
Everyone just yucks away, split second delay, chain in a relay
Nobody wants to be rude, show some tude, or act too crude

Everyone's a jokester, a real blokester, really a dumpster
For you to dispose endless prose as it drips below your nose
Everyone's a laughtster, a real gaffster, really a bastard
Disposing endless goofs between your tooth quiet folks go poof poof

You're just walkin'  bafoon, comedic goon, but your timings too soon
I'm just sitting by, watch an egg fry, too hard you try
Everyone like a talking egg, bunny out of a bad, ring joy like a rag
Nobody wants to be rude, show any tude, don't act too crude

Everyone's a jokester, a real blokester, really a dumpster
For you to dispose endless prose as it drips below your nose
Everyone's a laughtster, a real gaffster, really a bastard
Disposing endless goofs between your tooth quiet folks go poof poof


« Last Edit: January 16, 2017, 08:45:47 PM by Manimal »

Offline Manimal

  • God of Thunder & Rock n' Roll
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 3355
  • Gender: Male
  • Kanan Ball The Future
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #11 on: January 24, 2017, 08:09:46 PM »
This Could Be You



Who's behind the shirt, could that be you
Tear between the hems, iron out a clue
42, bakery, president of soap, oh what to do
Sizing one shirt right now, saving it for you

Dry clean, tumble wash - no stains
Oxymoron, Oxiclean - bubble game

Sized up - Bankrupt - It's Tough - Cheeks Puffed

Who's behind the shirt, it's a strawberry
Weave Through a bow, date a Mary
Eating chocolate cake, is it free of dairy?
Riding down the icing, cleanch a strawberry

Pink wash, back splosh - no stains
Red cheeks, yellow nose - no insane

If you wanna see the way, spray wipe the mirror
If you don't like the way, thumb prints smear

We'll See - Prophecy - Tea Leaves - Beauty

Who's behind the shirt, this could be someone
45, chefery, c.e.o. of hope, games for none
This could be you, it could be anyone
Tear it, crush it, chuck it, nothing is all that ever comes

Offline Manimal

  • God of Thunder & Rock n' Roll
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 3355
  • Gender: Male
  • Kanan Ball The Future
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #12 on: February 02, 2017, 04:19:32 PM »
Now that I know of February being album wirting month I have began. This is a song I wrote in class today. Someone said McDolands breakfast is going all day and a light flicked on in my head. So this is the first set of lyrics for this 14 song in 28 days challenge. Somehow I doubt I'll actually make this a song as it's a jumbled mess I put together from vocal crossfire, but we'll see.

Breakfast All Day



Eggs and bacon break, dancing to the sun
Sliding on a sled of rays, gunna get everyone
No matter what time, no matter what day
At last we have the freedom, to eat lunch our way
Advantages of early worms, eaten by birds
Riding on the sky, falling as a turd
A collision to the sidewalk, running down the cracks
Breakfast is all day now, let's go late night pack

Morning dew tastes good, in a yellow glass
Gunna get every drop, drip it in the mass
It's all opinion of fact, but I believe that is true
Cereal tastes good all day, doesn't matter what you do
Flashback smash attack, it's all for one or none
But in the dance of the clown, make-up eats the frown
Wrinkles dance behind ages, lonely ones stick pages
Breakfast is all day now, let's go late night rages

Don't diss my artwork, I painted it with my toe
Which body part hides the art, the brain is not that smart
Building a dream for a bridge, it just gets walked on
The world seems so masochistic, it's taken it this long
Mother Nature screams her safe word, it's written in the clouds
Her cries blended together, all equally loud
Magma boils inside, doesn't care about goals
Breakfast is all day now, light late night poles

Offline Manimal

  • God of Thunder & Rock n' Roll
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 3355
  • Gender: Male
  • Kanan Ball The Future
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #13 on: February 05, 2017, 03:53:21 PM »
Welcome As A Washboard



Kanan ball the future, Kanan ball the suggestion
That then is somehow better then now
Mari-nate the feeling, Mari-nate the question
That pity painted sighs mean yes and wow
Dia-rama the Goddess, Dia-rama the dream
and somehow being real has become like a bean

We're as flat as the plains that dance leaves and cow
We're as flat as the washboard that hides behind her shirt
We're as flat as soda
We're as flat as Manitoba


Pants Up




I'm disenfranchised with your archives of pantless parasites
Show me a reason to look beyond this treason of the Yuletide season
Say consider if you will it's exampled within
and the writing is so shotty where do I even begin
You know cheap shots pay out of money
If only like your dreams it flows runny
Don't spit words with a pen you only tap
So when I write don't tell me to shut my yap

I've disillusioned the fusion of innocent and me
If only the tags reflect the rags and stockings fit the legs
Now please if you may it's transposed deep within
But the transfer is so grainy don'y know where one can begin
You know dunce caps eat the map
and jellyfish use bubble wrap
But my jellywish lies only on a plate
Decomposed mold will be the one and only fate

I'll deconstruct a broken monk if it means anything to me
To find a stream inside a gene where I can finally select the scenes
Now fast forward through this part
The direction it's just not smart
You know thinking is the king
But thinking can't form a ring
Crystallized thoughts try to smash a hammer
But three strikes or more cost you the grand slammer


Calls Blocked



Cold mist vaporized, dancing in your eyes
Bugles blow the tune, cereal without a spoon
Warm touch facing back, jackhammer heart attack
I wonder if it's real, wonder if it's an ideal

The circus is over, trucks left town
Candy is melting as the sky turns brown
Hitched a free ride, tires are balding
Meters depleting and reality is calling (but I'm not picking up)

Been away so long, never knew you all along
Seashells washed away, anchored soul at bay
Illusions drawn in, mermaids slice the skin
Devoured once again, formerly now and then

Future, can't see straight
Present, it radiates
Someone, cut the brakes
The candles, they're on the cake

Lift off at eights, dreams can wait
Forcing the slate, jettison some weight
The sky turns brown, tires are balding
Lift off at eight, history's rotting
« Last Edit: February 05, 2017, 11:04:52 PM by Manimal »

Offline Manimal

  • God of Thunder & Rock n' Roll
  • Hero Member
  • *****
  • Posts: 3355
  • Gender: Male
  • Kanan Ball The Future
    • View Profile
Re: The Manimal's Lyrics & Nonsense Writings
« Reply #14 on: February 06, 2017, 12:07:48 PM »
Ding Dong Dangle



There is little reason to say much beyond the galactic eons
One table and 80 chairs build potential for life essential
Quick question quick answer in a box drop a stinky sock
Always someone who wants to eat it, suck fumes from a truck
Numbers don't tell much but examples feel like bars of steel
The more it's done, the less one can go beyond
Simple ideas and more presented with bows and smile rows
One in a billion means one for me and the rest like trees
Without faces, stories or any connection just roots planted underfoot
Find your soil and dig out a spot no more it's just enough
Stagnation begins when leaves pop and nothing's left to talk
So buy some raid and spray away that which is snug as a rug

From what I understand it releases cells but where is Satan's Hell
One and another folded on top can you find anyone to bind
To yourself to your beautiful, gross, and misanalysed thick brained self
No one said how to find anything but self taught is like second hand store bought
Homestyle drips flows blood all over the page in an ape like rage
Does a human touch include d.n.a. or is this spit part of the bit

Lasso in the snow snag a leg but do not leave a tag
Labels can be torn, branding is nothing short of new life born
Friends are slaves to serve one self all about one self to benefit one self
Social words are the chains, only they break the more you rake
But this slave trade sure is simple, can a slave be a slave or even saved
For love, care, joy and all is but a word in a book like the rest
Dipstick in a sweater vest, need a crew to go undo
The very town to it's core, beats for none not even the sun

Who keeps this city alive who pumps the veins and makes gluttony thrive
It's not me I am a drain but I will not even catch rain
For it can't beat steel walls or even cause an echo in the halls
I am the city for the king and queen are just myself
If no one falls into the sandwich rope trap how will I unleash this gibberish yap
Back to the mayor's house, the queen and king gotta do their thing
« Last Edit: February 06, 2017, 12:10:02 PM by Manimal »