Young Writers Society

Bossa Nova by Shivaree

Well I think I hate you
Isn't this fun
You're gonna shoot
And I darling loaded the gun
I think I'm done
What train did you step off of anyway
I really don't care
I'm the luckiest girl
Gonna lie with you baby
'Cause there's nowhere else
I can lay

I'm never talking to you again
I'll go join the marines
And then I will peacefully sail away
With some safe magazines
Did you hear what I say
You can't fall down the stairs
Two times the same way
And I really don't care
I'm the luckiest girl
Gonna tell you I love you
More than anything else
I can see

If people were cars
I'd be covered with scars
I'll hold on to my dignity
I bought this old dress
To cover the mess
Don't take it off I don't want you
I don't want you to see

Stop singing that song
I'll stand hard like a tree
Yeah you make me sick
You red razor nick
Get your hot hands off me
Maybe you're from the moon
Sensibility tells me that this is too soon
Oh my bones are bare

I'm the luckiest girl
Yeah and I want you baby
More than anything else
More than anything else
More than anything else
In the room
More than anything else
In the room

Stairway to Heaven- Led Zeppelin

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying the stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying the stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
And it makes me wonder

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our souls
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying the stairway to heaven
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Thats right...best song ever.

Hey old man in woman's shoes
I wonder if he knows I think he's crazy
When he was young did he have dreams
Of wearing woman's shoes and being crazy?

It makes me wonder when I grow to be that age
Will I be walking down the street begging for your spare change

Or will I grow that old?
Will I still be around?
The way I carry on I'll end up
Six feet underground
And waste away...

When the old man was in school
Did the golden rule make him go crazy
Or did he hide away from hopes
Behind a smile and smoking dope
It's crazy

It seems so frightening
Time passes by like lightning
Before you know it you're struck down
I always waste my time on my chemical emotions
It keeps my head spinning around
And waste away...

-'Android'...by guess who...Green Day! Mwahahah!

It's much cooler to hear the actual song, of course, but this is one of the few that's pretty good on paper as well.

"Sitting Waiting Wishing" by Jack Johnson. Describes my love life (or lack thereof) perfectly.

Well I was sitting waiting wishing
You believed in superstition
Then maybe you'd see the signs.
But Lord knows that this world is cruel
And I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool
'Cause loving somebody don't make them love you.

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?
Must I always be playing, playing the fool?

I sang your song, I danced your dance,
I gave your friends all a chance
Putting up with them wasn't worth never having you.
Aw maybe you've been through this before
But it's my first time, so please ignore
The next few lines 'cause they're directed at you.

I can't always be waiting, waiting on you
I can't always be playing, playing your fool.

I keep playing your part,
But it's not my scene.
Won't this plot not twist?
I've had enough mystery.
You keep building me up,
Then shooting me down,
But I'm already down
Just sitting waiting,
Just wait a minute,
Just sitting waiting,
Just wait a minute.

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?
Must I always be playing, playing your fool?
No I can't always be waiting, waiting on you.
I can't always be playing, playing your fool.

I must listen to that song now...they say that Jack Johnson has better stuff, which must be pretty awesome if the 'icky' one is so bad.

Death On The Stairs by (the one and only) The Libertines

From way far across the sea
Came an Eritrean maiden she
Had a one track mind and eyes for me
Half blinded in the war

With a pale young Anglican
Who said he'd help her all he can
Showed her Jesus and his little un-holy friend
She had no mind to please him
Just say 'ta-ra' and leave him behind

There's a little boy in a stairwell who says
"I hate people like you"
Got matches & cable TV half of less than 50p
We all clambered over the balcony
Banging on the window waking Steve
Bringing with a true love his un-holy friend
If you really need it
You just won't leave it behind

So baby please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
But don't bring that ghost round to my door
I don't wanna see him anymore

Please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
But don't bang on about yesterday
I wouldn't know about that anyway

Monkey asked the mouse before
If she loved anybody more than he
It turns you into stone
Now I'm reversing down the lonely street
To a cheap hotel when I can meet the past
And pay it off and keep it sweet
It's sweet like nothing no
It's just like nothing at all

Yes I've seen you there
How could I help but stare
It rips the heart out off your baby
Now I've taken far too much to see
Or think or touch what's real
I'm stranded on this street that
Paved my only way home

You really need it oh
You just won't leave it behind

So baby please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
But don't bring that ghost round to my door
I don't wanna see him anymore

Please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
But don't bang on about yesterday
I wouldn't know about that anyway
Oh no

He got nothing he got nothing at all

EBM, Led Zeppelin, is the greatest band ever known to man and the Universe. Nuff said.

Damn you niteowl!!!! I was gonna put them up!!!!!

DOWN IN THE TUBE STATION AT MIDNIGHT - by The Jam

The distant echo -
Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
To take them home to
The ones that they love and who love them forever
The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrapers and this morning’s paper
Mr.Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage

And I’m down in the tube station at midnight oh-woah!

I fumble for change - and pull out the queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a plum
Behind me
Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices
Hating, waiting
Hey boy they shout - have you got any money?
And I said - I’ve a little money and a take away curry,
I’m on my way home to my wife.
She’ll be lining up the cutlery,
You know she’s expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork

And I’m down in the tube station at midnight oh-woah!

I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs and wormwood scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in it’s own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn’t see, hear, speak any longer

And I’m down in the tube station at midnight
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight oh-woah!

The last thing that I saw
As I lay there on the floor
Was jesus saves painted by an atheist nutter
And a british rail poster read have an awayday
- a cheap holiday - Do it today!
I glanced back on my life
And thought about my wife
’cause they took the keys - and she’ll think it’s me
And I’m down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry’s gone cold

I’m down in the tube station at midnight oh-woah!
Don’t want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Don’t want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Don’t want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Don’t want to go down in a tube station at midnight....

Going Underground by The Jam

Some people might say my life is in a rut,
But I’m quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more,
But I’m so happy I can’t see the point.
Somethings happening here today
A show of strength with your boy’s brigade and,
I’m so happy and you’re so kind
You want more money - of course I don’t mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes

And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society’s got -
I’m going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I’ve enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
[me? ] I’m too busy dodging between the flak

What you see is what you get
You’ve made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
You’ll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns

And the public wants what the public gets
But I don’t get what this society wants
I’m going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
[so] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

We talk and talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
The braying sheep on my tv screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!

Going underground, I’m going underground!

At the moment, the song that's in my head is "They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha Ha" by god only knows who (translation: I cant remember). The "coming to take me away" part kinda sums up the way I feel about life right now LOL

Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to
leave because I'd go berserk?? Well...
You left me anyhow and then the days got worse and worse and now you see
I've gone completely out of my mind.. And..
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa
To the funny farm. Where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be
happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!!!

You thought it was a joke and so you laughed, you laughed when I had said
that loosing you would make me flip my lid.. RIGHT???
I know you laughed, I heard you laugh, you laughed you laughed and
laughed and then you left, but now you know I'm utterly mad... And..


They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa,
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the happy home. With trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket
weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!

I cooked your food, I cleaned your house, and this is how you pay me back
for all my kind unselfish loving deeds.. Huh??
Well you just wait, they'll find you yet and when they do they'll put you
in the ASPCA, you mangy mutt!!! And...

They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy
to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're coming
to take me away, ha-haaa!!!
To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket
weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haa!!!
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time... (fade out)

Hey, buddy!
Yes officer..
You a head?
No, but I'm catching up, ha ha ha...

Reef - Place Your Hands

Oh place your hands, on my hope,
Run your fingers through my soul,
And the way that I feel right now,
Oh lord it may go.

So place your hands, on my hope,
Run your fingers through my soul,
And the way that we feel right now,
Oh lord it may go.

Put your hands on, put your hands on. (x4)

You know you cannot hide, from what’s inside,
You know you cannot hide, from what’s inside.
So I ask of you to help me through,
I ask of you this thing to do.

Put your hands on, put your hands on. (x2)

So lay me down, for a while,
Join my body with my mind,
And I cried at the common one,
For weeks aft’ he died.

Put your hands on, put your hands on. (x4)

And the way that we feel right now,
Oh lord it may go.

HIM

"The Funeral Of Hearts"

Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you

She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale

Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you

She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame

The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire
Three little words and a question why

Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you


i have had this song stuck in my head all day
not that i have a problem with it

Funeral of hearts-beautiful song.

I Bet That You Look Good On The Dancefloor - by Arctic Monkeys

Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that suprises me, is that I don't really want you too
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Over you're an explosion (but your dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!

I've heard that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if your looking for romance or...
I don't know what ya looking for
Well I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!

I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because you're sending me to despair
Without a sound yeh your calling me, and I don't think it's very fair
That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh your an explosion (your dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!

I've heard that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if your looking for romance or...
I don't know what ya looking for
Well I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!

Oh there ain't no love no, Montagues and Capulets
We just banging tunes 'n' DJ sets 'n'
Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtyness!