Hey, I'm new here. I've been writing lyrics on and off for a couple of years, and have a few that don't suck. Rather than post them all at once (as that would be annoying), I think I'll just post one or two and wait for comments on those, and obviously post anything new I come up with. But, anyway...

On A Stone

In the home of much abide there is,
Much ado about something there are,
Bricks to be smashing through,
And tables to be turned.
All the hands are different colors,
Green for the speaker man,
Black for the working man,
And mine are stained in red.

Chrous:
If they could only see me now,
They say I’m on my own,
Seen through the barrel of a gun,
And it was not my own,
I just fear the markings on a stone.

Mom & Dad are watching the TV,
Waiting for a letter and my,
Girlfriend says she’s lonely,
But I shot that man for us.
Seen so much, I’ve gotten,
Deft and quick with rage and my,
Dreams explode in my face,
Like the mines beneath my feat.

Chorus

(Third verse would be a little different musically as the others, probably toned down)
There are colors in the clouds,
Red white and blue,
Over purple mountain tops,
And the desert too.

Chorus



This one doesn't have a title yet:

There's a class in the cupboard,
From which I like to drink,
You used it to spit in,
And smashed it in the sink,
Made me pick up the pieces,
And caused my hands to swell,
Like a callous on my finger,
I know you too well.


We're like prayers dropped in a basket,
And held above to God,
We are not your showroom beauties,
Or a sacrifice to naught,
We have tried to run the table,
And learn from what we're shown,
You showed us the alien invasion,
Came from our own.

There's a restaurant on the corner,
And we're told the food is good,
We saw all the people feasting,
And were happy where we stood,
Then we too grew hungry,
And wanted to taste the meal,
But the man there at the counter,
Said, "What you want, you've got to steal."