The "Make Up Your Own Song" Thread

I like to make up little ditties every now and then...mostly for the amusement of my wife. So i thought, why not here? So go ahead....wow me with your own songs...they can be serious, and funny or weird...I don't care.

Crappy Tea Bag

Yesterday
I saw the tea cup
fall and
CRASH
our love
down the
garburator

So I said
to myself
Seymour you
naughty foooool...
lets take a prance
perhaps make a
little dance...
to the liquor stoooore!

And. Drink. Our Night...awaaaaay!


I call this one "Roast Bird"

Who taught you how to cook, my love?
Let me wring their neck my love!
For who cooks a chicken in such a horrid way?
Poor birds soul gone to hell!
Straight to hell!
Thanks to mushroooom soup.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow. Tomorrow. There's always, tomorrow.
Unless you die.

So for "Roast Bird " did you lift the tune from "Lady Jane" or not ?

RUDE BOY said:

So for "Roast Bird " did you lift the tune from "Lady Jane" or not ?

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No, just made it up tonight. But I can see how that would be catchy...good call!

lolz- I usually only manage a verse or so.
I just made this one for you Tweek right now just then.

Gotye- Somebody I used to blow know

Now and then I think of all the times you bent me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I really dont swing that way
I didnt really know youre gay
You said that you could let it go
As it was just a reacharound, & you was somebody that I used to blow.




Now I gotta go work on something about hairy clams just to keep the equilibrium.

Strangers in my wife,
what are the chances?
that she caught syphilis twice from past romances?

Needs Ghalick

Throw another shrimp on the barbie
Fosters on ice
the gahlick smells nice
Hey! That's not a kniiiiife!
Come see us down under
We might just bend you rear overrrr...tooooooniiiiiiiight!

My country tis of thee hath stole my dignity
of thee I sing
Land where my friends have died
land where the truth has lied
from every mother's eye
runs tears of grief

@dorkus_molorkus serenade

Toooonight, I dance for yooooou
under the pale moooooonliiight
aaaaas weeee maaaake our way across
this dry and dusty Australian laaaand

Somewhere out in the distaaaance
we can hear a Molorkus drinking
a can of Fosters sounds so near
the smell of ghalick in the air
its. like. home. again.

So toooonight I dance for yoooou
under the pale Aussie moooonliiight
and hope your dreams will be as sweet
as a bowl of Stu's stewwwww!

Goodnight. Goodbye. Soooo long!


@mvapes shakes

Our Mvapes brings all the girls to the yard
Our Mvapes brings all the girls to the yard

An serves em all pancakes and sausages.

Not So Fancy Lady

Did you try. To sneak by. A lil fart tooonight?
Don't be shy, even a lady has to passssss a lil gaaasssssss!
So let her rip!
Have a toot!
Lets hear a squeak!
Or even a boooooom!
Just don't hold it in my love.
Just let it fly my love.
Your only hu-man my love...toooo-nigggggght!

Torn between the thunder storm
grey cast shadows born
between age old cedars
which forever surrounded
our secrets tucked
away





Be it tomorrow
or today
I shall keep
the moments
still
so that
we can
one day
soon
turn back
the tides
to better
times


I can feel
the electricity
ripple
across each
nerve
ending
my skin
tingles and
lifts
as my
mind carries
beyond
my seated
place
in
wonder

I've written many songs, put music to alot of them and have a couple of CDs lying around home with recordings. These days most end up as lyrics, very few get music added to them. Mine tend to be serious/dark (sorry)

I Hate

V1
You know I hate when you saying
It's to late I should be praying
I can find a way to change mind
You know I hate when your dying
You have left us denying
And I know that time is chasing time

chorus
You went away, why you didn't say and you've left us crying
You went away, why you didn't say left us all denying

You know I hate when you yelling
In my face it's not compelling
but I know that I can't change your mind
And hate when your flying
Into space there's no denying
That time is chasing time

(repeat chorus)

copyright 2013

Waster

He smokes four five times a day
He is wasting his life away
Some say in the end he's gonna pay

Coz he is waster (repeat x 4)

White paint and a couple of boards
Endless sun hangs behind the door
Sea of green filling up his draws

Coz he is a waster (repeat x 4)

Blood eyes and smily lip
Tweezers end burning it to the tip
Out at half time for another rip

Coz he is a waster (repeat x 8)

end

Copyright 2003 (old song)

Sittin on a toilet

Sittin on a toilet

Sittin on a toilet

Plop

Anger is like a drug
It’s heat spreading through my veins
Overpowering me
Rendering me helpless
It’s excess overflowing as tears

i reflect in pity
each and every day
i am not the man i was a day prior
my growth is infinite
my future is bright.

Watch out that girl has one...giant beak!
It can take an eye out
even cut...your cheeeeek!
When you first saw her
did she keep her face
in shadoooow?
Cause that's her trick
she can be such a dick
but you have to forgive
the poor kid
with the nose
like a hoooooose!

Sooo be a kind chap
and show her the ropes
just turn out the lights
pretend it's a joke

this terrible schnauz
we callll liiiiife!

Ok, so this was written for my young niece about my (much missed) house rabbit. She was a little wary of him, so I thought this would help their introduction:

Mr Benjamin Flops

Hopping through the flowers,
Leaping through the grass,
One minute he's here,
The next he's gone,
He moves so very fast!

Such a gentle fellow,
Loved by everyone he knows,
An inquisitive chap,
He can't resist,
To have a little nose!

Dancing and spinning in the air,
Tearing 'round the bends,
He's so much fun,
Mr Benjamin Flops,
Or "Flopsy" to his friends!