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05-21-2008, 03:05 PM
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Ink Slinger
Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: Nowhere special...just...bird watching...yeah, sure...bird watching...
Gender: Male
Posts: 3,126
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Too Happy for Grunge
Played with a simple, fast and quite heavy guitar strumming in the background. All singing is just me talking in a cockney accent 
My baby loves me,
My dad is cool,
With ma rock and roll life.
The world is treating me right.
I’ve invested well,
In publishers,
And spent the last year,
Paying all my rent.
I guess you know what this means,
I ain’t angry anymore.
I’d lost my soul
But got it back…
Thanks to a coppa named Mike.
I’m too nice…
To rap.
To happy…
For Grunge.
I ain’t happy…
Enough,
To sing,
Inde rock.
But I’ll always have a home,
In the place where no one goes….
I’m punk,
Turn my TV loud,
I’m punk,
Cus I can be proud,
Of the gang tattoos,
I got when was seven.
Cus I see the world,
How I like,
With no one…
No no-one,
To see it’s wrong….
I’m too bad,
For tv.
Too drunk,
For AA.
But I know,
I’ll always have a home…
In punk.
In punk,
I am free,
I can sing what I like,
In my cockney,
Accent…
I’m too nice…
To rap.
To happy…
For Grunge.
I ain’t happy…
Enough…
To sing,
Indy rock.
But I’ll always have a home,
In the place where no one goes….
Don’t want another Green Day,
I’m too British for that American,
Bullshit.
I’ll just stand here…
All day,
Singing,
About how life is good.
Keeping that upper lip,
Held high to the heavens.
I’m British…
And that’s what I say.
I’m cockney.
My teeth need dental,
My wardrobe,
Is experimental.
You see singing…
This crap,
I don’t really have to say much.
As long as say it,
In ma cockney accent.
I’m not gunna be another,
Johnny Rotten,
Or bowling for soup.
I’m gunna be,
The best damn cockney,
I can be.
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05-21-2008, 03:38 PM
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Best Seller
Join Date: Oct 2007
Location: Keyport, Nj
Gender: Male
Posts: 745
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I found a pattern in your songs they are simple but are simple in a good way. This song is one of those that need to be played well in order to pull it off as a whole. Good job I like it.
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05-21-2008, 03:47 PM
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Ink Slinger
Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: Nowhere special...just...bird watching...yeah, sure...bird watching...
Gender: Male
Posts: 3,126
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this song was originally just a little joke me and my mate had about Nivarna, Bowling for Soup and The Sex Pistols. as the simple forms of my lyrics... they only seem to sound any good when put to music. Unfortunately i've taken to having to learn the drums as well so i can make the drum parts for the songs cus my band's drummer is in hospital.
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