By Popular Demand / June 26 2007
I have been asked by several people after the Classic Lines post to include several examples of my own song lyrics. (Oh gosh darn it, I’m blushing now.) I do not like singing my own praises, as it were, but here are a few that I am particularly proud of:
‘Nice bloke, he’s the cheekiest chappie
He’s got a pink grin on a face like a knee’
It’s Gonna Happen
‘You can see her face
You can smell her feet
You can still hear her shoes in the hall’
Goes Against the Grain
‘You’ve got me speaking a language
Where the verbs are unpronounceable‘
The Definite Article
‘My type – you’re not very bright
But you’re my type – with your slightly-crossed eyes
And you’re my type – you’re not very bright
But you’re mine’
My Type
‘Here comes that girl again
There go my knocking knees
Here comes that girl and I just
Lose the basic power of speech’
That Girl Again
‘Pretty little painkiller
I’m in love with you
Sweaty little stocking-filler
Sealed me in her little tomb
Starts like an embarrassing affliction
Ends up as a permanent addiction
Pretty little painkiller
I’m in love with you’
Pretty Little Painkiller
If you like these examples of my oeuvre to date, many more can be found at enormousreloaded.com and slaughterhouse5.co.uk where you can also find free and exclusive tracks to download.
Filed under Enormous / Free Music / Slaughterhouse 5 / Song Writing / Songs / Songwriters
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One comment on “By Popular Demand”
Jo Beaufoix / June 26th, 2007 at 6:58 pm
I love the’face like a knee’ lyric.
I can see that face. I think I know that man.
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