Your opinion on these lyrics i wrote...

Certif1ed wrote: gdub411 wrote: It's okay..but I could do better....and have done better being the lyricist of our group back in the early 90's...I'm not bragging....its just a fact...nice attempt anyway! Let's see some then! (prove it!)

I'm too shy!..and anyway I would prefer to compare my talents to some of the old geezers on this forum like Rideout, Danbo,Reed Lover, and that elderly old hag known as Threefates(j/k ) I am sure when I was 16 I wasn't writing poetry/lyrics as good as Prog- Bassist...so there....Ha!

It was constructive criticism...we shouldn't all go rubbing his balls and tell him that his attempt was flawless either. Prog Bassist needs critics...not cheerleaders!

gdub411 wrote: ...we shouldn't all go rubbing his balls

hehe...Finally I get lucky.

It's a different style altogether, but I don't think it's better... stylistically it seems to me a bit on the clumsy side, there's little pathos and no real feeling of catharsis (or anti-catharsis) - but there are some good ideas, especially in the image-painting.

However, I do feel a bit guilty about making a value judgement on what is an expression of your feelings about a traumatic event; I know what you're going through, having been there myself. I wrote a requiem mass for my mother, based on the traditional latin setting - so there's no point me posting the lyrics to that!

Peace.

I'm not claiming my lyrics are any better - but just so's you can take a pot-shot back at me, here's a set I wrote that I like;

GREY (by Cert)

There's no black and white it's only grey today
All of the colours have gone away
What that means I just can't say
It's all gone grey
It's all gone grey

My brand new coat is ragged and frayed
I hide behind it where once I displayed
I cower in fear where once I was brave
It's all gone grey
It's all gone grey

When I wake up it's still grey
And I don't want to go outside today
The walls around me stopped closing in
When I stopped colours coming in
So why did it all turn grey?

Why did it all turn grey?

My so-called friends won't come to my aid
Buying and consuming is my only trade
Everything around me is just second grade
It's all grey
It's only grey
Only grey
Only...

Edited by Certif1ed

Wonderful work, Cert and Gdub. I, unfortunately, lost my collected works during some personal upheaval. The flames of my sins devoured the lyrics of my heart. Gone and forgotten. I too lost my mother and father. Twenty years after my mother left and I still feel the loss.

I'd like to read some James Lee stuff. Gotta be good. Peter? Oh Peter, I know you gotta be one of those closet lyrists, improving on some of progs weaker moments. Ha!

Now there's a thread. Rewrite the lyrics to a crappy prog tune.  

haha yeah.

about the parental death thing, I lost my Dad about 7 months ago, from possibly suicide, but it wasn't because of any problems with the family or anything if your thinking that.
My theory is that i think he had cancer, i was cleaning his stuff from the computer about 2 months after it happened, and slipped under the computer, I found 2 pamphlets, they were on the different kinds of cancer. on the pamphlets, lung and prostate cancer were both circled with pen. And before it all happened, I noticed that he looked really white, and that he wasnt as spry as he usually was, plus he was hugging me alot and saying that i was the best thing that ever happened to him (he was always one of those bold, stubborn kind of dads with the heart of gold deep inside, ya know).

Anyway my point is that I'm writing a song for him, so if i get it done and it is good enough, I'll post er on here. I know my dad loved me no matter what and I know that he likely wasnt thinking right at the time.

But to talk about his life, he was literally one of the best bass players in nova scotia. Really, im not just saying that cuz of my dad. pic of dad,webby of a crappy cabaret band that my dad left cuz he said it was too "slut sell-outy". (he only joined cuz we needed the money badly)", Used to play every sunday night at the capri bar, with my uncle joe on guitar, and johnny (some guy) on drums. It got cancelled cuz no-one likes jazz anymore for some reason. anyway, it was unreally virtuosic (if thats a word)., taught at this every summer, they explain him pretty good, except he doesnt like blues., dad played with a couple 'o people here. there's some damn big-time drummers here. and they were all amazed by his playing as they said. paul wertico's a good guy :), He was also a real Judo-lovin man. He's at the bottom of the page on this link..
Anyway, he was well respected, and if I can run any tunes that he played on from some cds or tapes on my computer, I will link some of them to demonstrate.

But yeah, I know how you feel about losing someone you love, and I'm only 17 for christ sakes! It sucks.
Long Live Nigel Waye.


Edited by Prog_Bassist

Prog_Bassist wrote: haha yeah. about the parental death thing, I lost my Dad about 7 months ago, from possibly suicide, but it wasn't because of any problems with the family or anything if your thinking that. My theory is that i think he had cancer, i was cleaning his stuff from the computer about 2 months after it happened, and slipped under the computer, I found 2 pamphlets, they were on the different kinds of cancer. on the pamphlets, lung and prostate cancer were both circled with pen. And before it all happened, I noticed that he looked really white, and that he wasnt as spry as he usually was, plus he was hugging me alot and saying that i was the best thing that ever happened to him (he was always one of those bold, stubborn kind of dads with the heart of gold deep inside, ya know). Anyway my point is that I'm writing a song for him, so if i get it done and it is good enough, I'll post er on here. I know my dad loved me no matter what and I know that he likely wasnt thinking right at the time. But to talk about his life, he was literally one of the best bass players in nova scotia. Really, im not just saying that cuz of my dad. pic of dad,webby of a crappy cabaret band that my dad left cuz he said it was too "slut sell-outy". (he only joined cuz we needed the money badly)", Used to play every sunday night at the capri bar, with my uncle joe on guitar, and johnny (some guy) on drums. It got cancelled cuz no-one likes jazz anymore for some reason. anyway, it was unreally virtuosic (if thats a word)., taught at this every summer, they explain him pretty good, except he doesnt like blues., dad played with a couple 'o people here. there's some damn big-time drummers here. and they were all amazed by his playing as they said. paul wertico's a good guy :), He was also a real Judo-lovin man. He's at the bottom of the page on this link.. Anyway, he was well respected, and if I can run any tunes that he played on from some cds or tapes on my computer, I will link some of them to demonstrate. But yeah, I know how you feel about losing someone you love, and I'm only 17 for christ sakes! It sucks. Long Live Nigel Waye.

 

Respect P-B!

 

Here's a strange one.

The chorus bit never sat well with me though.Too repetitive and was never happy with the lyrics.

This was one of the last we did in my days with the band. It had a bit of a funky beat(sort of like Primus) coupled with a hard driving alernative sound.

After my departure they tried to get their new singer to do this song, but he was never able to master the unusual singing style I incorporated with it as well as the odd times I would jump in and out.....something of which I was quite proud to know that I wasn't terribly easy to replace.

OH Reed....I would never fall out with ya over this....it just isn't your cup of tea.

Not sure why your ears are howling over this though

Peter Rideout wrote: Prog_Bassist wrote: And I'm from Cape Breton, Sydney, NS.[/QUOTE]  Then Peter Rideout wrote, apparently to NO ONE:   My sister lives there -- you may well know my brother in law, who plays guitar (amateur, but he knows lots of musicians). His name is Glenn, and he's a big prog fan -- ring any bells? Hint: Question can be answered with a "yes" a "no" or a simple "p*ss off!"

You want me to throw him in the Pit Of Ineffable Doom, El Presidente?

Peter Rideout wrote:

 

......I have had one of those weeks as well Mr. Rideout. Sheer Hell!!