You Make Me Feel Old

Another song I wrote for her. Another song I haven't been able to even look at until tonight.

Huh. Like I've said before, I'm not okay, not at all...but I'm gettin' better.

Anyway, the beat is simple as hell, repetitive, and honestly it's all about that ramble. Pretty much the first half of the song I wrote for her, the rest I filled in with random rambling.

Today I just look at it as a man with a younger-woman fetish and an older-woman fetish serenading the two women he wants to taste most into his bed.

Believe it or not, this song isn't actually done yet. The timing is off, ESPECIALLY towards the end, but until we can get together and do the song so I can start the ranting properly, I can't remember it otherwise.

You make me feel o~ld
O~ld
And I swear that ahhhh
With you, it never feels wrong

I speak of the Stones...
And the Ramones
And you look up at me
And ask "Who are the Stones?"

YOU MAKE ME FEEL O~LD!!!!
O~LD!!!!
But I swear that aaaah
With you, it never feels wrong

Do I rob the cradle
Or do you rob the grave
Does ten years really matter?
Only if you're in tenth grade

YOU MAKE ME FEEL O~LD!!!!
O~LD!!!!
But I swear that aaaah
With you, it never feels wrong

We visit your mom
Who's kinda smokin' hot
And I swear those glances
Fogged up my reading glasses

OOOOOOOOOOOLD
WOAH-OH-OH-OOOOOOOOOOLD
OLDER THAN SCHOOL AND
OLDER THAN RAINBOWS
'MEMBER WHEN THEY WERE
IN BLACK AND WHITE?

OOOOOOOOOOOLD
WOAH-OH-OH-OOOOOOOOOOLD
OLDER THAN DIRT AND
OLDER THAN RADIO
'MEMBER WHEN T.V. KILLED
THE RADIO STAR?

I REMEMBER THE MTV
'MEMBER THE BET
'MEMBER THE UPN
'MEMBER IT ALL WHEN I

LIVED THROUGH THE '80'S AND
LIVED THROUGH THE '90'S
RIGHT WHEN YOU WERE BORN

OOOOOOOOOOOLD
WOAH-OH-OH-OH-OOOOOOOOOLD!
WOAH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....

Ohhhhhh my darlin'

(breakdown to coda) - ramble here about having sex with the girl and her mother

You make me feeeeel...
ollllllllllllld.

OLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLD

But it's alriiiiight
After all you can feel my love
by the end of this song

Waking Up Before The Alarm

Well, here's the one song I didn't think I'd post this soon. I kinda-sorta wrote this for "her," my previous Partner-In-Crime. Of course with our recent...ahem...parting of ways, I haven't even been able to look at this.

The good news? I can look at it again without bursting into tears, glaring at nothing for an hour or so, or feeling like I've been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer.

The bad news? I don't know what I want to do with this. Is it a song? Vocalized poetry? Just a poem?

Bah, here it is.

The cheesiness factor is high. You have been warned.

4 a.m. without you
Feels like destiny
Disregarding memories
How you came to me and

I'm watching you from
Within my mind's eye
Feel so lost without you
Cliched, wishing for death

An end to the suffering
An end to the loss of you
Living alone once again
Cold and shivering

So here I stand alone
Lost adrift in time
Without a reason to go on
With only a lonely rhyme

I could make you hurt
I could make you cry
I could make you moan
I could make you mine

I could make you see
I could make you writhe
I could make you sing
I could make you mine

It's 4 a.m. again
Feeling lost without you
Helpless before the eye
Deep within my mind

The projector plays on
Regardless of emotion
Feelings mean nothing but
I cling so desperately

Even these little things
These little joys that exist
Only to hurt, to torture
My existence, my meaning

And how can I be proud
How can I stand tall
Watching the pain wither
Watching as I fall but

I could make you hurt
I could make you cry
I could make you moan
I could make you mine

I could make you see
I could make you writhe
I could make you sing
I could make you mine