A joint venture with a few friends of mine.
Basically a band.
I'm the main song writer and Bass/Acoustic Guitarist and the backing vocalist of the band.
Before you start on "songs aren't poetry" any lyrical sense of music is poetry in itself, just used for a more musical setting that other poems.
The band consists of four members: Me, one lead vocalist (Female), One lead Guitarist (and writer for the guitars -- For the most part at least) and finally a female backing vocalist whom also plays the guitar. So far we have no drummer as such but the lead guitarist and I are ok at playing the drums.
Anyway, before I ramble I'll open this one with something I wrote today, it's a bit dark and heavy for E.O.B but I was very, very bored and drew my inspiration from KoRn's song 'Shoots and Ladders'
The poem is a direct take on the popular Nursery Rhyme 'Mary had a little lamb' but it's about the Lamb's problems and how it doesn't want the future that's been paved for it. The song has a much wider meaning but that's open to what you'll read and what you'll see as opposed to what I read and see.
Actually, what I see in it isn't important, it's what you see the lyrics as, what you take it for and what you interpret it to be.
So here we go, the first E.O.B lyric set here:
Fleece as White as Snow
(Start off with the Piano keys to ‘Mary had a little lamb’ but a bit more haunting than the usual version -- Try Drop-D -- use piano keys for a childish edge but haunting -- Listen to ‘Children of the KoRn’ for the style)
Mary had a little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
Who’s fleece was white as snow
Mary had a little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Who’s dead and chopped to ****
Mary was a little *****
Mary was a little *****
Mary was a little *****
Whose heart was cold as snow
(Break it down, throw in some heavy bass and tune out of drop D (if used) -- End Piano keys too)
Who the **** do you think you are?
You don’t own me, *****
I’m not some object,
Some freak,
Some kinda monster
(Metallica style, of course -- Maybe even the Chords as well -- Hold the last few notes -- Even American accent if needed, just to get across the fact it‘s Metallica)
Here I stand, afraid of my own shadow
This little ***** runs for me
Her hands full with shears
Ready to slash at my wrists
Who the **** am I now?
Am I just a ****ing lamb?
Following some dumb-ass flock
Ready to be cut down by her shears?
I’m not gonna let her get me
I’mma run and I’mma hide from this *****
She’ll cut me down if she gets her cold hands on me
Turn me into a ****ing accessory
What’s growing in my head
What’s this sense of feeling
I’m just a ****ing freak
I’m just a ****ing sheep
No, I’m more than this
I’m more than you’ve made me
I can be so much more
Than a ****ing accessory
I wont let you cut me
I wont let my blood be yours
Everything I’ve done in my life
Is worth much more than yours
How about this *****?
How about a taste of your own medicine
A reversing of the roles
A little cutting of your fibres
A little of me telling you who you are
Telling you why you were born
Bringing you down to the ground
Smashing your face into the dirt
I will be there to watch you fall, *****
I will be there to slit your throat
And watch your pitiful life end.
(Scratch the guitars --- end of bass and drums for the song -- start to cool it down before using just the piano keys for ‘Mary had a little lamb’ but slower -- Play it in the same style)
Mary had a little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Whose rebelled and slit her throat
Mary had a little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Whose rebelled and slit her throat
Mary was a little dead
Mary was a little dead
Mary was a little dead
Until I stamped on her ****ing temple
(Explosion of sound at the beginning of the line followed by nothing more than the haunting echoing of the Piano Keys doing a shaky and incomplete verse of ‘Mary had a little lamb’)