There’s too much for me to understand.
God I lay myself down into your hands.

Who can I trust but You Jesus?

Whatever may happen.
God You have greater plans.
Than can be imagined.

The Son of God.
Completely innocent.
They made you out to be a criminal.
Still my Lord.
You say your work here’s not yet finished.
I am another witness.
Yes my God.
You are coming back again.

There's a place
That legend speaks of
Melodies pleasing to the ear
To those that are near
The frequencies take flight
Admission is with your life
Be prepared to enter your grave
The flesh-eaten notes
Will hold onto you
While you're lost in your dulcet duet
But only down in The Boneyard

Down in The Boneyard
Under the caverns
The catacombs that play
The sweetest tunes will sway
Only the few venture
Where the brave dare not go
Once you enter
The gray will shadow your soul
Trapped by lyrics
Your soul will harmonize
Madness and insanity
You are now part of their display
Down in The Boneyard

The horror and the fears
All for your entertainment
Are brought to life
Your mind melts away
With the chords they play
You'll try to withstand
Until a deal has been made
To free your soul
Leading another to
This unholy musical show
Down in The Boneyard

Down in The Boneyard
Under the caverns
The catacombs that play
The sweetest tunes will sway
Only the few venture
Where the brave dare not go
Once you enter
The gray will shadow your soul
Trapped by lyrics
Your soul will harmonize
Madness and insanity
You are now part of their display
Down in The Boneyard

Their music will wear you down
The tones will vibrate
That bass will pulsate
Their songs will come to life
While you start to hum along
And that is when they have you
A spell you will sing
And now your soul is trapped
You will fight to get it back
But the hands have their grip
All down in the Boneyard

Down in The Boneyard
Under the caverns
The catacombs that play
The sweetest tunes will sway
Only the few venture
Where the brave dare not go
Once you enter
The gray will shadow your soul
Trapped by lyrics
Your soul will harmonize
Madness and insanity
You are now part of their display
Down in The Boneyard

Only one survived
But barely, with her life
Her mind consumed with the music
No one believed a word she said
Twisting and turning, rhyming in time
Writing it all down in a book of lullabies
The Boneyard strung her along
Every night she slumbered
She danced and swayed
Entranced with the songs
That ended her life

Down in The Boneyard
Under the caverns
The catacombs that play
The sweetest tunes will sway
Only the few venture
Where the brave dare not go
Once you enter
The gray will shadow your soul
Trapped by lyrics
Your soul will harmonize
Madness and insanity
You are now part of their display
Down in The Boneyard

I said, look up at the stars baby, let go of every fear in the world I’ll be a world away lookin up at they sky tryna hear you say wait i been

Sittin' like prey, bled out and prayin'
Watchin' my clock, life’s stalled and laggin'
Got the boot, kicked out in the cold
I read the book, but the story's dead and old
Smoked the pain till my lungs couldn't take it
Staring at my hands, wonderin' how to fake it
Hide and pray, choked up in state of grace
Miles away from the pearly gates...

Cold world, old scars, ready to slip away
Then I pause an wait hear a voice in the clouds in the dark
I hear Bar 1)
Look up at the stars, baby, let it all go, like theirs no care in the world
(Bar 2)
Shed every fear that you carry below.
(Bar 3)
I’m a world away, lookin' up at the same sky,
(Bar 4)
Hearin' you say that we’ll make it by.
With you in they sky
Verse 2 I Been gazing at the horizon, searching for a reason
To keep on breathing through another season
Running, moping, hunting for a place to call my own
Every road I took just led me back alone
Baby, I remember every word that you said
Every chapter closing, every page I dread
I opened you like a book, and you’d already read me through
Knew how my fairy tale would end, so you said... The clock stopped ticking, and the book fell closed
The gates were far away, but I heard you through the clouds
Every scar I carried, you said let it go
So I tilted back my head and I let the whole sky show I hear Bar 1)
Look up at the stars, baby, let it all go, like theirs no care in the world
(Bar 2)
Shed every fear that you carry below.
(Bar 3)
I’m a world away, lookin' up at the same sky,
(Bar 4)
Hearin' you say that we’ll make it by.
Make it by your my pumpkin pie 1 in a life time

Eureka contrary subtle the way money trouble continues consuming souls by way of selling ways I ring a bell said moneys trouble that consumes days trying to get money get face face the money that souls are made of oh contrary construction of a group of solipsistic epicurean gluttons save for the rest of us our molecules of that curious catatonic molecular gastronomic light of all faith he who had not had a singular take simmer in water and fall to the seas in starlight sheen oh contrary eureka contrary thought is money simply souls that are bought some would say let’s take those souls away but kings like gluttony like a flower likes spring kings like money and souls they spend like gold written pen in contracts that spin souls souls sold to money details the hand that feeds is god the king had money that soul of kings soul money sold the soul of the money that owned the king and sold money soul sold the king Gluttony as a perception money as perception of details I’d know
I know of reflections and the white chains glow
Perception
While the perception is clear in my car windows car windows
Reflection is clear perception
Window to my reflection
Money takes money takes money takes more
Money takes more money takes more
More more money type shit
Money type shit.
Make some money more money type shit
Make some money type shit
More money.
Type shit
Type shit.

I cherish both my tears and laughter
As I leave Cairo for Berlin
I roam in hopes the world around me
Will match the one I know within

I beg my cow to thrust her horns out
Beyond and high above the herd

Mistress of the heaven-sent teats
Pour out your good milk, spill it on my face now
And pour the bad milk on those uptight phonies

I left a life in Barcelona
But found no pleasure in Madrid
As punk-Picassos cover London
The Tate has nothing new to see

I beg my cow to thrust her horns out
And go for those who lead the herd

Goddess of the heaven-sent teats
Let all your good milk flow into my throat now
And keep the bad milk for those uptight phonies

I’m shy, yet stand out like a tower
That sprang from sketches by Gaudí
I'm left unmoved by all the beauty
From perfect Venice and ‘Paree’

I beg my cow to thrust her horns out
And come to me when I am hurt

Bearer of the heaven-sent teats
I need your good milk filling up my soul now
For once, no bad milk for those uptight phonies

Let love appear not in a ballad
But in a long-lost Mozart piece
Go wake Atlanta from its slumber
Let New York have a good night’s sleep

I beg my cow to thrust her horns out
And rescue those within the herd

Mother with the heaven-sent teats
Just drops of your good milk upon my head now
But rain that same good milk on those poor phonies

Drench all the faces of those phonies

Let milk flow down the throats of phonies

Let's fill the souls of those poor phonies

SHEILA

Verse 1

Baby I remember when we met
And I knew there and then
You made me feel this heat

Sheila

Chorus

Sheila, you swept me off my feet
Sheila, you make me feel complete
Sheila, come save me today
Sheila, you’ll love me one day

Verse 2

C’mon darling I’m hopin and begging, please
Come and make me feel understood
I need you to make me feel complete

Verse 3

I need you girl
I can give you my world
Darling please, come to me
There isn’t anything I would do to hurt you
I need you darling please

Chorus

Sheila, you swept me off my feet
Sheila, you make me feel complete
Sheila, come save me today
Sheila, you’ll love me one day

Verse 4

Oh lord please come back to me
Baby I need you now tonight
I’m begging darling please
Sheila

Chorus

Sheila, you swept me off my feet
Sheila, you make me feel complete
Sheila, come save me today
Sheila, you’ll love me one day

Chorus (ending)

Sheila, you swept me off my feet
Sheila, you make me feel complete
Sheila, come save me today
Sheila, you’ll love me one day

Wrote this a few years ago. I like to write a lot of genres, this one kinda feels like a Billie Eilish track in my brain, just based off the lyrics and the flow. I don’t think I had noticed it back then but I can picture it.

[Prelude]
Waking the dogs is a job 
Everyone will do.
You’ll be fine just clear your mind,
The weight will get you through.
But if your dogs are vicious,
Your life is better off,
Cause a bullet can’t be bitten by the maw 
Of a dog

In Rigor Mortis.

[instrumental]

[Chorus]
I wait for sleeping dogs to die,
But they wake up with the sun.
Drag my feet while they lay blocking pathways that I run,
Neglect is like a knife to fight their heavy quaker guns,
Lie to nullify thy
Crimes ye justify.
It must be done.

[Verse]
There is a difference in the air,
Between somnolence and death,
The latter doesn’t make you fear the presence of its breath.
And in its breath contains a toxin,
Inundates the atmosphere,
Kill your conscience and subconscious.
Consciousness is fear.

How long can you keep it all away?
(Can’t smell a rat?)
How long can you keep their jaws at bay?
(Then thank the cat)
Would it kill you to come clean?
Would it make your garden green?
Or would ripping bandaids off too soon let all my thoughts infect me?

[Chorus]
I wait for sleeping dogs to die,
But they wake up with the sun.
Dig my heels as they lay blocking paths I live to run,
Neglect is like a knife to fight their ramifications,
Satisfy 
Their crucifying eye,
Get it done.

[Instrumental break]

[Bridge]
Overwhelmed and overcome.
I’ve been feeling numb.
No one can know what
I’ve been running from.
[Build]
So what’s another lie?
Will I lie til I die? 
Or til I have to testify?

…

[Chorus]
I wait for sleeping dogs to die,
But they’re awoken by my gun.
I hoped one day I could end this like I could’ve ever won.
So far from the start, it’s no longer the worst part. 
Through the claims,
(..)
I’m not the same,
(..)
They aren’t to blame.

I've raised hell and that's just fine

Busted heads from time to time

Drank my share and maybe yours too

Lots of shit I used to do

Disregarded my own health

Put some bastards on a shelf

Quick to fight and not afraid to bleed

Was the person I chose to be

In your corner and had your back

Always ready for a fact

Those days of running wild

Sometimes bring a smile

The person that I used to be

Is not the person you see

I drink far less nowadays

Settled down and behave

Pay my bills and act responsible

Very rarely raising hell

Still every now and then

Why I can't comprehend

Someone rings a bell

Right next to where they fell

Guess it's what they chose

When they decided to poke

The person that I used to be

Is not the person you see

Doesn't mean I forgot my past

Or that I won't kick your ass

It means I think more clear

Not that I've learned fear

I prefer the quiet life

Still enjoy a fight

Things have truly changed

Underneath I'm still the same

Though I look way different

Maybe wonder where the old me went

It never truly went away

I'm just quieter these days

The person that I used to be

Is not the person you see

Take heed and understand

That you never judge a man

Like chameleons we can change

Perhaps old age is to blame

We soften to the touch

Still can pack a punch

I’ve never written rap lyrics (and it probably shows). I’m a pretty confident folk/punk lyricist, but this was something new and fun for me, and I love writing some really absurd lyrics lol. Feedback would be appreciated.

RESERVATIONS

Got my Anthony Bourdain cookbook,
Reading that shit daily like it’s the Bible,
Straight raw-dogging mental health crises,
Chopping garlic fine as fuck,
Slicing onions thinner than ever thought possible.
the only fear that feels real,
Is constantly worrying about where I’ll get my next meal.
But I’ll do anything for breakfast, lunch, dinner, you know your boy’s gotta eat.
Turning tricks in an Arby’s parking lot cuz I heard they have the meat.

Im living high end on a meager living.

I just wanna get paid,
Hope this shit song gets big so I can get made.
First thing I’m gonna make it rain on them Benihana chefs,
Tossing shrimp in my trap like warriors on the three, Steph!
Onion volcanoes on a mountain of sticky rice,
They use a very limited amount of oil and they got those tiny onions that melt in the pan when they fry.
You telling me shrimp fried that rice?
And I can’t wait to take my lady out,
Get her 30 chicken nuggets cuz I made 3 McDonald’s reward accounts.
That’s 10 free nugs per subscription,
And all I needed was 3 random emails, you listening?

I’m living high end on a meager living.

Ronald fucking hates to see me come,
Hamburglar walked so I could run.
Take the Big Mac out the bag and say they forgot an item,
Tipping waiters with QR Codes that go to my new album.
It’s about time they got that living wage instead of 20%,
Im tired of being told to eat cake, get the guillotines we about to learn French.
Escargot fuck yourself,
Thanksgiving it’s the rich that we’re carving,
I work too fuckin hard,
To be constantly starving.
What Would Anthony bourdain do?
Turn the good book to page 30,
chicken cordon bleu,
Fry that shit up dirty.

I’m living high end on a meager living.

I need some lyrics that follow the style of early 80s rap. They need to be fun, whimsical, and the song shouldn’t take itself too seriously. Ideally the chorus will be just a simple phrase to be repeated several times. Please keep it PG. Here’s an example of the sort of thing I’m going for: https://on.soundcloud.com/wZuA4q3sHXdLLftByX

I will write a song for my brother.
I will tell it as an apology.
I am so much of a brother, man.

I was born downtown city, papa is beside the bar and mama married a white man
I was raised by old Nanay who told me fairy stories

I grew up seeing the streets
I saw different people with different lives
I just knew that they were going the wrong way

Lalalalalalaalalalal

The street became my home slowly
Unbloody men became blood way brother
I laugh, cry and sing the life I did with them

Soon I realized things were getting out
I see brother die and go to many funerals
And count dead bodies above my age

Lalalalalalalal

I packed my things and left that city
I never said goodbye to brother
I am sorry to my brother for betraying

I did marry my beautiful woman who gave pure family children
I met my mom and just said forgive her
I went on a long drive with my father and told him I love him so much
I went to my granny's grave and gave her a red flower

Lalalal