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I have hit some GlassJaw gold on the interwebs by finding Daryl’s personal explanation to some of the songs. So, I will present you with him quoting what inspired him to write the song that I will be posting tomorrow on my blog. I think I’ll start doing this from now on, or at least until I run out of quotes. Which may be before my GlassJaw arsenal has been exhausted. Anyway, here it is. I am giggling as we speak mulling over it all.

Daryl Palumbo-

“That deals with a girl who I had been with and had been my best friend for a couple years, but it got to a point where she moved away to college and had grown out of me as a phase in her life. I didn’t appreciate being treated like a phase that was to be progressed through. So she decided that drinking and becoming a frat girl was more important to her than me. She decided that I was a lifestyle and that she had grown past me. I wasn’t too into that and that’s pretty much what it’s about. I don’t drink myself so, to be beaten out by a fuckin’ bottle wasn’t too hip by my standards.”

So, I only got one “like” from my last GlassJaw installment and although I am ecstatic that she enjoyed the song, I feel that not many people gave them a solid chance. So I give you another song to try and sway the vote. This one is a fast-paced, love-hate song about the singer’s Ex-GF. Or so it is to be assumed. I’ll post the lyrics as well so if you don’t want to listen, you can at least read 🙂

Who you fucking now?
I use my slit wrist
to sign my name with
And when you can’t compete with the Joneses
You cut ’em all down (even the father)
You fucking whore!
Shut up and swallow my pride for me, go.
Move closer and drive further.
So why don’t you suck on the end of this dick that comes lead
But first I’m coming after you all!!!

It’s ladies night at the bar
And she smokes a man’s cigar
I guess she’s dying,
Oh well. Pfft.
I don’t give a fuck about your dignity
That’s the bastard in me.

I know a girl who sells herself around
And I’m sure that one day
She’ll sign autographs in your town.

You fucking whore, who you fucking now?
You fucking…

Shut up and swallow my pride and go;
move closer or drive further
For as you suck on the end of this dick that comes lead
I’ll be coming for you all!!!

Looking back into my diary
What makes me say those things?
What causes my laughter
At another’s disaster
It’s the bastard in me

I know a girl
Who sells herself around
And I’m sure that one day
She’ll sign autographs in your town.

Who you fucking now, you fucking live in shit.
You mean shit to me you mean shit.
You eat shit, you fucking whore!

I strain myself I guess I guess
I fucked myself I guess I guess
I strain myself I guess
I mean it you fucking whore!

You live in shit
and you will eat your own way
Everynight.

I’m too fly and shy
Too fly and I, like no other guy
Too fly and shy just for you
I’m too fly and shy, I’m like no other guy
I’m too fly and shy just for you
I’ll mark you all!!!

Today I thought I would expose one of my favorite pieces of writing that I have been slowly working on for about a year. It was first intended to be a song, yet my musical talent is wanting. I guess the only reason I continued writing it was in the hope of one day becoming an overnight vocalist. Alas, this did not happen. So, this brings me to what I really wanted to say…

I have a challenge for all you kind humans of the blogosphere or whatever means were used to view this blog. More particularly the musically inclined sector. I would like YOU to take the lyrics below and make them into something. It doesn’t matter what sort of music you put behind it (although I always imagined Frank Sinatra bellowing the tune in a smoky room) or how you sing it. I would absolutely love to see something made of this. If you want to rework the words to make it more “melodic” go for it.

For me, it doesn’t feel complete in its static form. I want to feel an eargasm from something I helped make. Even though the musical tune will be all you! So please, if these words mean something to you, and you have the ability to do something with them, then I give you full reign. The only thing I ask is credit for penning the lyrics.

I hope someone out there can make it happen. 🙂

Her Forbidden Kiss I can’t resist.

The benefits outweigh the risks.

I’d drive for days and walk through nights;

Just for a lift, from her lips, to new heights.

Here we sit, on this lazy Summer ‘noon

In the meadow, watchin’ the flowers bloom

And my lips, they croon, a lofty tune

In July, my oh my, this here July.

Soon my serenade entangles in the breeze

It carries through languid branches,

hung from sycamore trees

Spreading hope to those still blinded by lust

Lost in translation or failure to trust

Oh, the sights these forests reap. 

Surely’d turn you red in the cheek

For lover’s embrace’s no stranger to,

Mother nature’s reach

Oh how she melts when our eager lips meet

Knowing mere mortals can shine brighter 

Than the sun she concedes.

In the green fields we lay frozen, a moment for eternity

Locked in a gaze, my inhibitions she razed.

But my soul shattered…

For soon reality steals the grin from a saint

Her words become stone as “goodbye” escapes rouge lips

I refuse with melancholy eyes. My cries,

fell irrelevant. Here in July.

She must be on her way. Her train due back in May.

So why do I die inside? How did I lose my pride,

On that fateful day? When love was in the air.

Dancing merrily to the song my heart did bare.