|
Title: 200 Prufrock Post by: DoctorNo on June 27, 2004, 10:30:55 PM I?d like to introduce a couple of songs I wrote for a band, 200 Prufrock. This simply isn?t the style of music we play anymore, so instead of having them rot on my hard drive, I thought I?d share them with you.
I submit them for your amusement as much as your pleasure. I am not making a career out of music, so feel free to shred these songs with impunity. I won?t take offense. I?ve also selected these songs specifically because Guns fans might appreciate the inside jokes: there?s an Axlesque scream in ?Escape,? and I quote Slash deliberately in the ?What I Really Meant to Say? solo. These songs are quite literally demos ? in that they?re designed to demonstrate musical ideas. These quickly assembled takes are designed to get the whole band on the same page ? those of you in a band know that it?s easier to do this by example than by words. That said, I am not the best guitarist in the band, and I?m certainly not the best singer. The percussion is almost entirely electronic. And Jesus Christ, the mix is horrendous. These tracks weren?t built for anyone outside the band to hear, and subsequently, all the harsh edges of an amateur recording are embarrassingly intact. So, have at it, rip away. I?ve followed the HTGTH line and loaded them into a Yahoo briefcase. Login info: User id: xxxprufrock PW: bottles I?ll post the lyrics directly. Have fun, and thanks for listening. Title: Re:200 Prufrock Post by: DoctorNo on June 27, 2004, 10:32:02 PM Escape
Lyrics by T. Romano, music by T. Romano & G. Distin Circa 1993 Help me escape, help me escape: I want to leave this world of hate. I need you to make me stronger I can?t bear to stay much longer. Frustrated by these chains that hold me tight ? Help me break free, into the night. Why am I trapped in this perilous world? Why is it wrong for me to be me? Why can?t I escape this unforgiving cold? Is it worth paying the price to be free? These feelings inside, I?m trying to share ? What does it matter, when you don?t care? My life is filled with limited choices I?m being held back by these voices. I wouldn?t call my world a state of bliss When the only way out is with my clenched fist. Why? Why can?t I leave? Why won?t they let me go? Please! Please help me leave Tell me the reasons I don?t know. Escape ? I?m coming out from under my cape ? Help me escape this merciless rape. Title: Re:200 Prufrock Post by: DoctorNo on June 27, 2004, 10:33:04 PM What I Really Meant to Say
Music & Lyrics by G. Distin 2003 I saw you in the corner in the middle of the night I saw you looking at me with insidious delight You left me over there, but I don?t really care, It happens all the time. I smiled when you said that you cared for me I smiled when you told me it was never gonna be I trusted you, but whatcha gonna do? It was nobody?s fault but mine: You only get one shot at living out your dreams. What I said wasn?t true half of the time But you?re a bitch ? and I matched you lie for lie So I smiled, and I tried to get on with life. I saw you in the shadows of an undulating dream You were crying and you told me that you knew just what I mean But you weren?t really there, and I don?t really care, It?s your own life to live. You can say that it?s all about your autonomy, That nothing you?ve been doing has a thing to do with me, Well I don?t want to fight, but baby you just might Want to take some time to breathe ? ?Cause everything I know is what you believe But you?re curled up inside your denial. You can gouge your eyes with diamonds if you want to see the stars; You can run from where you killed them, but you?ll never get that far. Take someone else?s dreams tight between your teeth ? I have nothing left to give. And when you?re crying in the night, I can feel it from miles away. What I meant, was exactly what I said But I couldn?t get it through your fucking head Now I?m cold, and I think that I?d rather be dead, Than see you again. When you said that we were through, I said I knew, and I was glad ? I said I would be happy with the memories we had Well I was really scared, but you don?t really care I meant nothing to you. Now I?ll chain you to a table and set your hair on fire Every time you satisfy your idiot desire I?d tell it to your face: I think the human race Would be better off without you. Now you?re buried under ground and you?re deaf from the sound Of your screams. I wanted to tell you the end of the story But you wouldn?t listen ? I knew you?d be sorry Now I can?t reach you ? you?re too far away, Maybe I?ll talk to you Some other time. |