What do you think of these lyrics?

The soul music is waiting, my friend
You just gotta tumble right around the bend,
Squeeze every last piece of memory into your mind,
But please don't get stuck in a nostalgic bind.

You see, youse a goddamn mess
Believe in the best,
Cause you've gotta brain infection,
Relieve yourself of all diseases and get ready to dance.
Maybe after you pop the magic pills you'll stumble around in a trance.

Suffer the epiphany of the beautiful LSD
Because you've gotta be the most spiritual of 'em all
Be on top like Harold Gafall
And just love the **** out of everything; them all.

I hear the cannons of death firing,
Burning, transpiring,
You must have the trembling of horror,
Be ready to feel the sorrow

Why, you can't be different on the island
Presented with the illusion of thought; why then?
I ask of you, general society
Can you handle the truth of the ultimate monstrosity?

There ain't never enough love to go around,
Just too many bad feeling missiles shattering against the ground,
Damn, you can feel the walls falling down,
And yet you still wear a crown.

The drivel is immense but it ain't bull****,
Once you drop the hit,
Light the spliff
And fall back into your eternal wasteland,
Where you can for all eternity dance.

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I do realize some of the lines are bull**** and don't make sense.

9959 wrote: »

Great stuff, mad as bejasus.
More please!

Thank you. You think they're good? I think they're strange and odd and somewhat difficult to understand, but they make perfect sense to me. Many of the lines are analogies.

Here's a few lyrics. They'd be like, a 1 minute or so song I'd say. Again, please be honest, and point out any faults. Help me out!

I realize much of it doesn't rhyme.

The goddamn rats over all the wreck,
It's a mess in Hell.
Don't know where to go or what to do in Hell,
But I hear the bell ringing.

There ain't no way out unless you go the rebel route,
Walk past the manor on your daily journey.
Destruction awaiting around the corner,
Seek out an old idol in the recesses of thought.

Play a song and stimulate your creativity.
But you still don't know where to go or what to do,
Maybe play the soul machine,
But fail and decide to die yet again.

9959 wrote: »

You've gone and done it again, great stuff.
I particularly like the way you avoided the obvious hell/bell rhyme by cunningly adding the descriptive word 'ringing', nice one.

By the way, a couple of threads down from this one - "I reckon I am a gifted songwriter......" there's an inordinately talented melodist named 'jamahole' who, by his own admission, ain't too clever in the lyrics department, perhaps you two should hook-up to form a killer songwriting partnership.
The L.B. Saga v jamahole, or even THE JAMAHOLE SAGA!

Don't forget me when you get to the top, even a fiver would be nice.
Good luck to you!

I appreciate the kind words, it means a lot to me. Unfortunately I haven't even learned to play an instrument yet, so need to fix that up this year. :pac: I want to be in some kind of band in a few years. You see, I'm only a teenager, and I'd like to be in a Psychedelic rock band, ala Jefferson Airplane, The Doors, etc.

Thank you once again.