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Patchouli Girls


Ooo ooo that smell...
What the fuck's that smell...
Ooo ooo that smell...
That smell of patchouli...

I remember in my younger days...
I never knowed shit about the hippy ways..
Girlfriend dumped me and she went away..
Next time I saw her she smelled differently...

Ooo ooo that smell...
What the fuck's that smell...

So I'm thinkin it must be some bad B.O...
Or some kind of fungal growth...
Then one day I finally knowed...
That smell was patchouli oil...

Ooo ooo that smell...
What the fuck's that smell...
Ooo ooo that smell...
That smell of patchouli...

I remember in my younger days...
I never knowed shit about the hippy ways...
But then I smelled patchouli...
But then I smelled patchouli...

But then I smelled patchouli...
But then I smelled patchouli...
But then I smelled patchouli...
But then I smelled patchouli...


What the fuck's that smell...
 
paulskirocks said:
I've been working on meaningful lyrics...

I Fucking Suck At Guitar


I fucking suck at guitar....
I fucking suck... I fucking suck...
I fucking suck at guitar....
I fucking suck... I fucking suck...

Bought a guitar to punish my ma...
She didn't seem to care...
Got me a bong to rip some pot..
Grew out my fucking hair...

Tried to be cool, pick up some chick...
I didn't have much luck...
Looked at me like a stuck up bitch..
She said you fucking suck...

I fucking suck at guitar....
I fucking suck... I fucking suck...
I fucking suck at guitar....
I fucking suck... I fucking suck...

Bought a guitar to punish my pa...
All he had to say...
What the fuck you gonna do tomorrow...
Cuz your fucking suck today...

Well I don't really give a shit...
Or even a flying fuck...
I'll be playin guitar for the rest of my life...
And I'll always fucking suck...

I fucking suck at guitar....
I fucking suck... I fucking suck...
I fucking suck at guitar....
I fucking suck... I fucking suck...
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Your dad must have known my dad. :grin:

I wish I could write more plainly and directly. My stuff ends up like novels when I'm done. What you did there is great. It encapsulates the whole idea in just a few words. That's hard to do.

Was it Twain who said "I would have written less but I ran out of time?" I love that.

EG
 
paulskirocks said:
Patchouli Girls


Ooo ooo that smell...
What the fuck's that smell...
Ooo ooo that smell...
That smell of patchouli...

I remember in my younger days...
I never knowed shit about the hippy ways..
Girlfriend dumped me and she went away..
Next time I saw her she smelled differently...

Ooo ooo that smell...
What the fuck's that smell...

So I'm thinkin it must be some bad B.O...
Or some kind of fungal growth...
Then one day I finally knowed...
That smell was patchouli oil...

Ooo ooo that smell...
What the fuck's that smell...
Ooo ooo that smell...
That smell of patchouli...

I remember in my younger days...
I never knowed shit about the hippy ways...
But then I smelled patchouli...
But then I smelled patchouli...

But then I smelled patchouli...
But then I smelled patchouli...
But then I smelled patchouli...
But then I smelled patchouli...


What the fuck's that smell...
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You're a sick, brilliant man paulski. One of a kind.

EG
 
:) I try and have a rock-and-roll-is-simple attitude with lyrics... Granted, these are satirical punk lyrics, but when I write "meaningful" stuff, I still try and use the same approach... I also try to not use a bunch of fancy words, and try and relate to the average shmo... As you can see by my signature, I am capable of an entire novel of that shit, where the entire thing is really a math problem...
 
Elias Graves said:
Your dad must have known my dad. :grin:
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My dad bought my sister two pianos, got her music lessons for years, and she hasn't played in 30 years... I wanted to play drums, in particular, as a kid, and also electric guitar... He refused to support me in it, and told me to learn a real instrument... So, I waited ten more years until I was 16, and bought my own... I got a lot of insults from him...

Fast forward almost 3 decades, and a few years ago, I brought my acoustic over to his house for a big family and friend function... So, I played and sang a bunch of original stuff for about an hour... My (then) 83 year old dad's jaw dropped, and all he could do was cry...

I do have to admit, I wish I would have learned the cello, and I aim to get one...
 
Cello is my favorite instrument. Haunting.

I guess I'm too much a storyteller to condense stuff too much. My innate need for beginning/middle/end is overpowering.

Here's one of mine that I wrote for my mom. It's about her favorite brother who died in WWII. He was big brother, protector, teacher and all around good guy. Mom says he was too tender hearted to go to war and he knew it. He told her before he left that he didn't want to go but promised he'd be home one sunny day. He made that return on that sunny day, but it was several years later inside a box. She still misses him terribly.

Well he treat little sister to dancin
Whenever she was feelin low
Never had a nickel in his pocket
But he always got the money to go
When he move, he groove
I tell ya, Lafayette was smooth
And jump, and he slide
And the crowd they open up like the great divide
Yeah the crowd they open up like the great divide

He was Lafayette, Lafayette
One of a kind that you never forget
What you see, man, is what you get
And you ain't seen nothin like Lafayette
No you aint seen nothin like lafayette

Well the war drum it started bangin
He said "There's no use in layin low
"I don't wanna be a turkey in the straw
"But everybody got to go"
Now sister, she cried
"I don't want youi to die"
He said "I'm sailing away
"But I'll be home on a sunny day
"Yeah I'll be home on a sunny day"

And he was Lafayette, Lafayette
One of a kind that you never forget
What you see, man, is what you get
And you ain't seen nothin like Lafayette
No you ain't seen nothin like Lafayette

Now he wrote little sister a letter
He said "Call everybody you know
"I'll be marching home for good real soon
"And I want the whole county to show"
Well they filled up
The town
But nobody made a sound

Little sister cried
She cried "Why, why, why?"
Why, why, why?
Why, why, why?

He said "I'm sailing away
"But I'll be home on a sunny day
"Yeah I'll be home on a sunny day"

He was Lafayette, Lafayette
One of a kind and we'll never forget
Been a long time and we miss him yet
And they never be another like Lafayette
Never be another like Lafayette


Why, why, why?
Why, why, why?
Why why, why?

EG
 
Here's a short, simple one I wrote a long time ago....

Presence of the dark


I first met you in the depths of despair
Saw you clearly as I hit the ground
You led me to a private inner lair
Held me when there was no light around

Presence of the dark, I felt your sympathy
Presence of the dark, sight unseen
Presence of the dark, you drove me to my knees
Presence of the dark, all my senses keen

A tired man just about to run out of steam
My heart was blacker than the night
But in the deepest dark I finally saw a gleam
Gotta know the void before you see the light

Presence of the dark, I felt your sympathy
Presence of the dark, sight unseen
Presence of the dark, you drove me to my knees
Presence of the dark, all my senses keen

I know one day I shall return
To face the dark so many fear
But you see my soul shall never burn
Cuz dark is light and so crystal clear
 
Thank you.
It's always tough working in a sad song. I never know whether to lead off with it so I can bring em back up with something happy or stick it in the middle.

All my stuff seems to revolve around people I've known and their stories.

Here's one I wrote about a friend of mine. He left Oklahoma in search of greener pastures and got burned everywhere he went. He finally decided that this was home.

Scruffy little kind in them lonely hills
Figured someplace new I could find me some thrills
So it was I-35, on to New Orleans
Gonna get me some gumbo and a cajun queen
Well a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of rye
Four am, you know I wanted to die
Now when I came to, the situation was grave
In the arms of a woman who needed a shave
I said "Whoa!"

I kept movin on down the road
Man, I had to GO!

Well I'm leavin Oklahoma
With the state line blues, my friend
I don't know jsut where I'm a goin
Turn my face to the southern wind
Got my things I'm leavin
Can't you see I'm crossin the line?
Burnin down the highway
I'm tryin hard to leave it behind

My good time party done gone astray
Need somebody help me find my way
There's a wise man livin out in Malibu
Sittin in the swimmin pool singin the blues
Well I played him a song about life on the road
Told him that I'm a try to lighten my load
He said "come with me to the top of the hill"
Then he knocked me in the head, took my dollar bill
I was rolled!
So I kept moving on down the road

What else could I do?

I'm leavin Oklahoma
With the state line blues, my friend
I don't know just where I'm a goin
Turn my face to the southern wind
Got my things I'm leavin
Can't you see I'm crossin the line?
Burnin down th highway and I'm tryin hard to leave it behind

Now I sat down to doctor my bruis
Convinced myself that I'm doomed to lose
My golden road road is littered with bones
Be one myself if I don't get home
And I come to know that my state of mind
Ain't gonna change with the name on the sign
So I tied my blues up nice and tight
That old state line'll be a welcome site
Now I'm gone!
So I'm headed on down the road

Now I'm leavin for Oklahoma
With the state line blues, my friend
Finally know just where I'm goin
Turn my back to the southern wind
My runnin days are over
I swear to God I leave em behind
That Oklahoma sunrise gonna look mighty fine

I got the leavin Oklahoma
Leavin Oklahoma
Leavin oklahoma
State line blues

Repeat

EG
 
Elias Graves said:
Thank you.
It's always tough working in a sad song. I never know whether to lead off with it so I can bring em back up with something happy or stick it in the middle.

All my stuff seems to revolve around people I've known and their stories.

Here's one I wrote about a friend of mine. He left Oklahoma in search of greener pastures and got burned everywhere he went. He finally decided that this was home.

Scruffy little kind in them lonely hills
Figured someplace new I could find me some thrills
So it was I-35, on to New Orleans
Gonna get me some gumbo and a cajun queen
Well a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of rye
Four am, you know I wanted to die
Now when I came to, the situation was grave
In the arms of a woman who needed a shave
I said "Whoa!"

I kept movin on down the road
Man, I had to GO!

Well I'm leavin Oklahoma
With the state line blues, my friend
I don't know jsut where I'm a goin
Turn my face to the southern wind
Got my things I'm leavin
Can't you see I'm crossin the line?
Burnin down the highway
I'm tryin hard to leave it behind

My good time party done gone astray
Need somebody help me find my way
There's a wise man livin out in Malibu
Sittin in the swimmin pool singin the blues
Well I played him a song about life on the road
Told him that I'm a try to lighten my load
He said "come with me to the top of the hill"
Then he knocked me in the head, took my dollar bill
I was rolled!
So I kept moving on down the road

What else could I do?

I'm leavin Oklahoma
With the state line blues, my friend
I don't know just where I'm a goin
Turn my face to the southern wind
Got my things I'm leavin
Can't you see I'm crossin the line?
Burnin down th highway and I'm tryin hard to leave it behind

Now I sat down to doctor my bruis
Convinced myself that I'm doomed to lose
My golden road road is littered with bones
Be one myself if I don't get home
And I come to know that my state of mind
Ain't gonna change with the name on the sign
So I tied my blues up nice and tight
That old state line'll be a welcome site
Now I'm gone!
So I'm headed on down the road

Now I'm leavin for Oklahoma
With the state line blues, my friend
Finally know just where I'm goin
Turn my back to the southern wind
My runnin days are over
I swear to God I leave em behind
That Oklahoma sunrise gonna look mighty fine

I got the leavin Oklahoma
Leavin Oklahoma
Leavin oklahoma
State line blues

Repeat

EG
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That's really cool, EG... You definitely tell a story... I look forward to hearing you play and sing these...
 
I really like reading these...

Here's another...


Them Voices

Got up with the sunrise
Looked far away
Now I know
What them voices say

I got to go
Far beyond
This plastic world
So far on

Feelin like I got to move it on now
Take a look around, I can't see straight, but time will lead me down that road
And I have got to be the strong one
Everybody seem to know me but I know myself much better

I cannot seek reality
When I'm blind by endless mas hypocrisy
But now I'm clear, there are no shadows in my eyes
Here is where I move beyond the lies...

Saturday has come
A week's passed by
Seems more like
My whole life passed by
But I lose myself from time and I slip away
Now I know what them voices say

Feelin like I got to move it on now
Take a look around, I can't see straight, but time will lead me down that road
And I have got to be the strong one
Everybody seem to know me but I know myself much better

I cannot seek reality
When I'm blind by endless mas hypocrisy
But now I'm clear, there are no shadows in my eyes
Here is where I move beyond the lies...

Got up with the sunrise
Looked far away
Now I know
What them Voices say
 
Here are a few quick pics of my V build. This is a complete parts build, right down to the pots. I ordered the Power Rails neck and bridge from GFS at the same time, but they came in black and silver and I didn't go through the trouble of trying to exchange them. That is why the screws and rails don't match for those. I was going to use them in my Iceman, but decided to use them in this instead. V's aren't really my style of guitar, but the body was on sale as well as the neck, so I bought them a while back just to goof with a build.

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Charlie giving me the, "wtf dad?"
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Alright, one more.

Long Tall Oklahoma Paul. :grin:

Old Paul Small from Idabel
Knew how to work the table
A fist full of faces was his best friend
He would play them when he's able
Won his first game at seventeen
Up in Tulsa town
Momma said "Boy, that's a dangerous road
"That you're goin' down"
The caution was much too late
It was a point of pride by then
The seven card stud was in his blood
I wouldn't lie my friend

Chorus
He was smoking cigarettes and playing cards
Til the morning light
He separated men from the money in their pocket
With much delight
And Long Tall Oklahoma Paul
Had a countenance of stone
That would make men fall
In a rich man they would walk
And out a poor one they would crawl
Alone at the end of the night

Seven games a week somtimes
From Guymon to OKC
"I'm gettin' too well known" he said
"They won't play me"
So he took off alone for Dallas
On down to San Anton'
Always looking for another game
It never took him long
Soon Paul Small from Idabel
Became the man to beat
No matter where he took his game
He always found a seat

Chorus

Old Paul became a junkie
Hooked on wealth and fame
He got a little full of himself
He was never quite the same
In walked Billy Baker
Lately from New Orleans
He was known to call a bluff
With just a pair of queens
Old Paul was ever confident
"This boy is just a joke
"I'll cure this dud from playing stud
"Leave him learnt and broke"

Chorus

So Paul ordered up tequila
Twenty seven shots in all
He knew that you should never mix
Cards and alcohol
But he put on quite a show that night
With jokes and songs and tales
Tried to tear young Billy down
All to no avail
Paul lost his concentration
He forgot about the game
Billy took old Paul down hard
With nothing but a hand of shame

Chorus

EG
 
Right on, Marc... Nice job...

EG, another cool one... Get your son to record you. I recorded all these songs about 8 years ago, and it was the first time I had ever sang, so I was really tentative... I also hadn't played any guitar for over a year when I walked into my friend's studio to do the project... Still, I'm really glad I did it, and have at least something to show my ideas... I'd like to do them over some time...
 
OK, back to a recent one for my punk project... :)

Stupid Song


Fuck you... If you're stupid...
Fuck you... If you're stupid...
Fuck me... If I'm stupid, too...

I'm a mindless idiot, starin at the TV...
Listen to the newsman tell me what to be..
Listen to the preacher tellin me i'll feel..
The power of the lord if I send some fuckin money...

I'm a fuckin moron, sittin in the class...
Listen to the teacher while I'm lookin at her ass..
Listen to her tell me that I got to get good grades...
But I got a bag of weed, so I got it fuckin made...

Fuck you... If you're stupid...
Fuck you... If you're stupid...
Fuck me... If I'm stupid, too...

This song is fucking stupid, I'm sure you would agree...
My stupidity has got the best of me...
So I listen to voices in my fucking head...
And this is what they said...

Fuck you... If you're stupid...
Fuck you... If you're stupid...
Fuck me... If I'm stupid, too...
 
I did one video of Jerry Mac, but the vocals got buried.

http://m.youtube.com/my_videos?gl=US&hl=en_US&client=mv-google


You know Jerry Mac he was railroadin son of a gun
Well he worked real hard but he knew how to have some fun
Long days rollin down that Frisco line
Seems he was runnin just about all of the time
When the work day's done he would tune them shiny strings
Sweet talk that box like he's havin himself a fling

Jerry Mac
Jerry Mac
It was miles and miles out on the track
Now he blow that whistle like a purdy song
Then he play that guitar all night long
All night long
I say he play that guitar all night long

You know Jerry Mac he love to hear that singin steel
Ain't nothin sound sweeter than a rail ringin on a wheel
He put the hammer down hard say "Come on man, it's time to go
"Cuz there no use a goin if you got to go there slow"
Brought his ten fifteen to the station at a quarter to nine
And he thought his locomotive was somethin quite divine

He was Jerry Mac
Jerry Mac
He loved to roll them cars on down the track
Now he blow that whistle long and low
And the train always knew just where to go
Where to go
Yeah the train always knew just where to go

Old Jerry Mac he loved to play them country blues
And he smoked them strings just like a burnin fuse
He was rockin ou the dance hall a party every Saturday night
His fingers flyin damn near the speed of light
He say "Try to keep up boys
"You know that I'm here to play"
Then he boogied all night and half way into the day

Jerry Mac
Jerry mac
You know he played in the band with his brother Jack :grin:
He love to hear that country sound
And he never lay that guitar down
Lay it down
I say he never lay that guitar down

I wrote that one about my dad. I miss him. :( Hard to believe it's coming up on 27 years he's been gone.

EG
 
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