Sawzall with a dildo attachment
Norman Mailer would be proud
Light Heavyweight Division
¿Dos cervesas por favor?

Do you think this'll help my golf swing?
Do you think this'll cure my slice?
My wife keeps one in the car.
I'll sell it to you for a hundred yen.

Does this dress make my ass look fat?
Slow down, Henry, it's a wildebeest!
You should have seen the carnage, it was terrible
There was a giant inflatable man.

Merryman merchant, sailed on seas of ill gotten currency
And damaged dreams, greyscale days now gone
Regained some sense of right or wrong

I haven't ingested any sort of drugs for a week, and yet:

Munching on urinal cakes and the insecurities of post teen retards
Brought you back souvenirs from purgatory, super cool key chains and postcards

All my heroes are dead beats and dead men
We bear the flag of knowing better and still charging on
Headlong, into the belly of the shark that ate whales

Aaaand, it just keeps coming:

Commonmen took credit for our crowning achievements and ran us out of house and home
They've overstayed their welcome and they're disrespecting the things that they've been loaned
So it looks like we're giving them back to god, killing them for their skin and bones

This would make an epic bunch of songs if you took it and actually used it, the whole thread.

Also, to Chris: "a song that missiles sing" has been stuck in my head since you posted it. That is seriously one of the best lines I've ever read. That is full-on No Shit brilliant. Being a big Sisters Of Mercy fanboi, I hear it in that voice, and it sounds so right.

Blinking on and off with it.
The sun inconsistent.
We would blame it on the weather, but the weather won't hold.
For we were feeling shy of clever, not just the sun had gone cold.
And we could fell it with a feather, if the phrase was less old.
But if we could tell the why of never, perhaps then never'd be told.

Bring me the head of Humberto Garcia
I never quite knew what to ask to the man
I always wanted to know how he felt about Trotsky
But I don't suppose that I can.

Reading through this thread from front to back is really quite a funny thing to be doing. Snax-O, you are a properly nutty motherfuck. "There was a giant inflatable man".

Nonsensical words, indeed.

Unstable tables and chairs, squeaky ceiling fan
Winning a losing war with tasty tricks and sleight of hand
Waltzing at a frantic pace, spinning and spinning
Never catching traction, never knowing the thrills of combative action

You were born just before the summer of the Son of Sam
Mom and dad lost friends, so very scared and so very scarred
They'd little time for you, they were busy screaming
"Never again are we spending any time inside of parked cars"

I could go off like a bottle rocket right about now
Soaring past seabirds though never surpassing the clouds
No good reason's reason enough for me

It makes for a pretty good read, and would make a pretty epic record, just using all the bizarre shit that pops up.

These are the sort of random things I think of during the course of the day. There's a few good ones I've forgotten because I never wrote them down that were really quality. So thank you. These are all, of course, old blues songs, country or death metal when I sing them.

Came to me in a dream:

Antlers on his
Antlers on his
Antlers on his
Clones

That must have been an awesome dream.

OT, but tell me more.

I sort of despise the folk that live in this area.

There's little difference between the hot and the cold here
No matter what, you're growing older and you ain't going nowhere
No sense to no hair, "No fighting and no fucking? No fair"

All I really remember is that chorus and the melody that goes with it. It's unfortunate. I think I must have been performing something.

Wastebasket taxon
Antelopes are associated groups of bovids
that are not goats, sheep or cattle

Spiro Agnew, Walter Mondale
Hubert Humphrey, Gerald Ford
Just some bitches I met at the bar

This is a blues song:

Stone tools
Ain't got nothin' but stone tools
Yeah I'm talkin 'bout stone tools
Been observed using stone tools, ye-ah-ah-ah, stone toooools

Sounds like a song for Chris

There are certain ways that things must go,
details of pain and voltage and bloodflow.
There are certain things that must be said,
trouble can be extracting them from the head.

It rose from the ocean,
a mechanical beast.
Towering violent,
headed straight east.

It rose from the mineshaft
a blackened fiend pest.
Trailing detritus,
began lumbering west.

There are certain pieces that won't fit,
details of angles, dimensions, and wit.
There are certain issues that can't be explained,
like what happened when these two, met in the central plains.

Ah man, that is some of that dopeass shit.

Agreed. That one is quality.

I tend to actually have a melody (or rhythm, as some of these are meant to be screamed or growled) in my mind when I write these. I can't speak for youse guys.