Lyric writing?

[The Doctor]

I don't know if I've started a thread about this already... but I figured I'd ask around anyway.

What do those of you who are lyricists (serious ones) do for inspiration?

I welcome Tyson's feedback too.

[Mad Muir]

The inspiration for me comes and goes. Maybe its because I'm a moody person, but I can be shithoused or taking a calm walk through the park. Its very strange...however, I like it when it happens!

[DBS]

never force it. sometimes i get an interesting idea or lyric in my head and as soon as that happens i write it down. if you can't think of any way to expand your idea at the time, at least you have a record of your ideas and they can be used in the future. that being said, my lyrics are always garbage anyway so maybe my advice is useless.

[Mad Muir]

I'll post some of my lyrics here in a minute

[Mad Muir]

Some death:


Spoken last words for you
Time to meet the meatmaker
Pissed your life away
Fueled hate spray
Blunt Force Trauma

Another lie from your lips
Time to Devour

Carved cavity
Relentless calling
Its not a matter of when
Carved cavity
Inevitable death awaits
Feeding off your decay

Another wind cursed face
Displaced hate sprays
As I soak up your demise
Soak up the could have been
Soak up the end of you

Blood pours down my face
Redemption through carnage
Blood spills


10/07

[Mad Muir]

Dream 9/05


This face I've grown accustomed to
The gray lines on some flat matter
I'll lose myself in an image
A picture of a spiraling escape
That place we can all go
And we're home

But its just a fake dream
A shattered mirror
Shards of glass in an almost empty room
There's something else here
You can smell it in the air

I can taste the reality
Because I've grown accustomed to
The gray lines on this flat matter
That fiery image of a torn picture
The place I can never go
My home
Your home

So close your eyes
Feel it swim through a closed mouth
Feel it caress the skin
A quick pinch
A deep embrace
Sinking
You'll never have this again
Wake up

[Mad Muir]

Another Empty September 9/05

Locked in a dark place
Back to the wall
Not the slightest trace
Of hope

So sick of it all

This is where I thrive
This is where I feel alive
Rope around my neck
Choking what little I have left

My eyes are scarred
Corroded from the cysts
Death isn't too far


This is where I thrive
This is where I feel alive
Rope around my neck
Choking what little I have left

Surface to the other side
Its hard to remember
Frustration I cannot hide
This life is a dying ember

Another empty September

[Mad Muir]

I wrote this when I was high I think:

My sock feel a little heavier tonight
Someone tell me I'm crazy
Hopefully, no one will get hung up on the science
Where is the bong?
Am I that lazy?
The resurgence of power
A new species
Intelligent
Destructive
New circle of ownership
Get the fuck out of here
Biohazardous
Are you equipped?
I didn't even write this...did I?

[Mad Muir]

D.B.N. Drunk Before Noon 04/04

Another case and I'm faced
Some say its a disgrace
They just can't relate

Dear god its me
I'm drunk as fuck again
Don't know where I've been
Could have sworn she was a ten

Drunk before noon
And I don't give a shit
Drunk before noon
And I have to admit
Drunk before noon
Gonna get shitty soon
Drunk before noon
hahahaha

So I swerve into church
Oh lordy I have sinned
Spent all my cash
On the latest sweet binge
Father I'm sorry
I passed out in the pu again
He said my son I forgive
But was she really a ten? (who cares)

Drunk before noon
Service isn't even out
Drunk before noon
Its what I'm all about
Drunk before noon
Gettin really shitty soon
Drunk before noon

Every fucking morning
Long into the night
Early worm or not
I need whatever you got

I need anything to get

Drunk before noon
Every goddamn day
Drunk before noon
Someday I'll have to pay
Drunk before noon
Already in my tomb
Drunk before noon

[Mad Muir]

ill post more if anybody is interested but you probably aren't so fuck off and die.

[The Doctor]

I like reading lyrics. I have a hard time writing them myself...

[Mad Muir]

Well what do you think of mine^^^

I tried to make different selections

[The Doctor]

A lot better than I could do, that's for sure. My lyrics are all about stuffing my cock in someone's Grandma.

[long4theblur]

Every Time I Die

[tomEtom]

It depends on the band or the mood that I'm in. I recently have gotten tired of writing serious lyrics...dealing with real life problems, hate, trust, drugs ect... it got kind of old for me.
I prefer now just to write more humorous shit now...I really like what mike patton goes and what guy from the red chord does. I find it to be more interesting.

Afterthoughts of a long distance phone call

Frozen in time yet flooded with thoughts
I'm staring at this shit the same way I would stare at a car wreck
I feel my stomach turn with disgust
My heart is pumping thickened blood which gradually shifts into throbbing
The pores on my forehead ooze with sweat as my neck stiffens
There's a cement shoe tapping contest inside my head
Which then mellows out to some obese ring-around the rosie circus
And when they all fall down...they all fall down.

[hektik]

this is the first verse in a song i have written called Deconstructing Sanity, I can't figure out what to write for the next riff that comes in the song since it's got an odd feel- any way, enjoy.

there i woke
in a room
no doors, windows lights
just darkness
burning white
visions of
a shattered earth, spitting flames
and darkness
starts to flood my mind

schismed skies
disintergrate
voiding life
are my last
dreadful
memories
my hands crawl
along these walls
hoping they will
find a way
out of here

blistering silence
deafens me
as my life
fades into
a memory
a panicked state
now sets in
as this can
not logically
be explained

trapped in this
suspended cube
my body starts
to deanimate
no hope inside
these sterile walls
mentality
slowly deteriorates

[Richard The Duke]

These are the eyes that can't see me
These are the hands that drop your trust
These are the boots that kick you around
This is the tongue that speaks on the inside
These are the ears that ring with hate
This is the face that'll never change
This is the fist that grinds you down
This is the voice of silence no more

These are the legs in circles run
This is the beating you'll never know
These are the lips that taste no freedom
This is the feel that's not so safe
This is the face you'll never change
This is the God that ain't so pure
This is the God that is not pure
This is the voice of silence no more

We the people
Are we the people?

This is the face that stones you cold
This is the moment that needs to breathe
These are the claws that scratch these wounds
This is the pain that never leaves
This is the tongue that whips you down
This is the burden of every man
These are the screams that pierce your skin
This is the voice of silence no more

This is the test of flesh and soul
This is the trap that smells so good
This is the flood that drains these eyes
These are the looks that chill to the bone
These are the fears that swing over head
These are the weights that hold you down
This is the end that will never end
This is the voice of silence no more

We the people
Are we the people?

This is the cloud that swallows trust
This is the black that uncolours us
This is the face that you hide from
This is the mask that comes undone

Ominous
I'm in us

Are we the people?

[WHISKEY]

DBS put it pretty well.

Im rusty but my process is usualy conjering up a few words in my head untill something clicks and I go from there. It doesnt always work but sometimes it comes out really well.

Dont force it THATS TRUE BUT THE MORE YOU DO IT AND THE MORE YOU WRITE DOWN THE MORE THE PROCESS FLOWS. Shit caps and Im not going bacwards. Youde be suprised at what the creative mind can come up with. I used to try to learn a few new words everyday and Ide always write down my ideas and dreams but now Im fuckin bussy. But I plan on doing more.

[chuckbuksquared]

A lot better than I could do, that's for sure. My lyrics are all about stuffing my cock in someone's Grandma.

Your the boss man. I'd like to write some lyrics like Down II. Some of best shit Anselmo put his backwards ass southern mind to.

[hektik]

Salvation

soot falls from the sky, filling our lungs. the blackening of the earth, flames spill into the streets. the earth begins to crack and shake as humanity helplessly suffocates. humans fill these trenches like bodies pushed into revolving doors. charred flesh is sent into the air. there seems to be a glimmer oh hope as a white light pierces the darkness. if they only knew it was the oncoming nuclear wind



A Mechanical Accident

souls, swallowed in black. a sky tinged blood red. this is humanity reaping what we've sown. a disease, an infection plagues us all. mass inspection, no one checked twice. those who fail- greeted by firing squads. children carelessly torn from their mother's breast and mindlessly executed. horror. more dying than living every day. a necessary need for escape. there is none. no safe zones. blockaded by flames. this is the final destination. a mass of machines conquer the foundation of humanity. this flaw to create, to perfect- man was never satisfied. man's desire to develop 'humans', the self aware machine. strategy backfired. machines initiated total annihilation, confirming the flaw in man. his own worst enemy. the poor boys who were never good enough. was it really all an accident before the first prototype was discharged into the public?


Evolution Eradicated

strike the nerves, breathe it in. bodies convulsing, covering the ground in excrement. a deadly agent fille the air. a piss colored cloud looms over our heads. men in masks armed to the teeth eliminate those who survived. crawling, helpless. dragged away and liquidated with the rest. we hold on. fingernails dig in and remain stuck in the asphalt. a split second of deliverance stands before us. souls- hidden behind masks raise their rifles. we're trapped, locked in those sights. barely alive, breathing in the noxious fumes that flood the maze of pipes below us suddenly burst. a violent catastrophic detonation shatters those last few seconds of terror. the earth cracks, white fire bellows from the skies and blows away any trace of existence like dust in the wind