Armistice
Son of Yoda
Hi chaps
Another 6 months, another song... the triple album's still some way from completion...
You Monster
So, Robus - last time you asked when I put the drums into the songwriting process - this one, at the very start - it's all about the drum roll.
I've done a bit of editing as it, as always, had a bit of mid muck build up that I can't hear until someone goes "What were you thinking?" - so this, although the first post, is the second mix - if that makes sense. Hopefully a bit clearer now.
Thanks in advance.
And thanks to bubba po and Vomit Hat Steve for the additional "kill me" vocals.
YOU MONSTER
You use the methods of the Artful Dodger, without his excuses
I say “What the Dickens was that all about?” You say, “People have their uses”
You pick from that pocket, you steal from that line
In the Court of Love, it’d be convict time
She’s pretty unhappy, she’s a bit of a wreck
You just left her broken and you left her with the cheque
You monster
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Kill me, it’s the kindest thing
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Kill me, it’s the kindest thing
I don’t remember how it got like this, you’re a sorry excuse for a friend
My neck gets so sore from shaking my head, and I’m tired of having to defend you
Just between us chickens – can you give it a rest?
Can you scratch that itch, can you get it off your chest?
She’s crying, she’s angry, she’s drinking too much wine
You just turn your back and say, “Nah, she’ll be fine”
You monster
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Kill me, it’s the kindest thing
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Kill me, it’s the kindest thing
Everyone hates you, friends all berate you, nobody rates you at all
Still you persist, you turn and you twist, give it time mister you’ll fall
Everyone hates you – nobody rates you
Still you persist – turn and you twist
Some people should come with a warning sign, or a tattoo on their hand
A Lost in Space robot: “Danger Will Robinson!”. Look out! For the quicksand
You think that you’re charming, you think that you’re cut
You’re the master of escape, you slam the door shut
Her confidence is shot, no faith left in love
She’s not just in pain, she is the essence thereof
You monster
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Kill me, it’s the kindest thing
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Kill me, it’s the kindest thing
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Nobody likes you
Nobody likes you
Another 6 months, another song... the triple album's still some way from completion...
You Monster
So, Robus - last time you asked when I put the drums into the songwriting process - this one, at the very start - it's all about the drum roll.
I've done a bit of editing as it, as always, had a bit of mid muck build up that I can't hear until someone goes "What were you thinking?" - so this, although the first post, is the second mix - if that makes sense. Hopefully a bit clearer now.
Thanks in advance.
And thanks to bubba po and Vomit Hat Steve for the additional "kill me" vocals.
YOU MONSTER
You use the methods of the Artful Dodger, without his excuses
I say “What the Dickens was that all about?” You say, “People have their uses”
You pick from that pocket, you steal from that line
In the Court of Love, it’d be convict time
She’s pretty unhappy, she’s a bit of a wreck
You just left her broken and you left her with the cheque
You monster
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Kill me, it’s the kindest thing
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Kill me, it’s the kindest thing
I don’t remember how it got like this, you’re a sorry excuse for a friend
My neck gets so sore from shaking my head, and I’m tired of having to defend you
Just between us chickens – can you give it a rest?
Can you scratch that itch, can you get it off your chest?
She’s crying, she’s angry, she’s drinking too much wine
You just turn your back and say, “Nah, she’ll be fine”
You monster
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Kill me, it’s the kindest thing
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Kill me, it’s the kindest thing
Everyone hates you, friends all berate you, nobody rates you at all
Still you persist, you turn and you twist, give it time mister you’ll fall
Everyone hates you – nobody rates you
Still you persist – turn and you twist
Some people should come with a warning sign, or a tattoo on their hand
A Lost in Space robot: “Danger Will Robinson!”. Look out! For the quicksand
You think that you’re charming, you think that you’re cut
You’re the master of escape, you slam the door shut
Her confidence is shot, no faith left in love
She’s not just in pain, she is the essence thereof
You monster
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Kill me, it’s the kindest thing
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Kill me, it’s the kindest thing
Kill me, if I’m ever like you
Nobody likes you
Nobody likes you