A song I made for a uni project. The fake band is called Northumberland Avenue.
Lyrics as follows:
You broke his 'art, I heard it.
It sounded like an achilles tendon
breaking...in a squash match,
You broke his 'art, I smelt it.
It smelt like a rainforest,
burning inside us all.
You broke his 'art, I tasted it.
It tasted like burnt toast.
Dry and overcooked.
You broke his 'art, I felt it.
like tremors in the earf,
before they evolved in the sequels.
You broke his 'art, I saw it.
so lonely, so empty, in a sea, not knowing there are uvva fish.
Next time I guess,
I do suggest,
that you say yes.
At least give the dignity,
of telling he in person,
over the radio, is so imperson-al
You burnt his steak, I ate it.
what was to be rare,
came in, overdone.
You curdled his milk, I drank it
lumpy it was,
and hard to digest,
You dropped his cake, I picked it up
It was difficult,
You undercooked his steak, I ate it again,
It was risky,
and you might of killed me.
You poisoned the whole meal,
whether it was rare or lumpy, dropped or undercooked
it was still a hard act to swallow.
Next time, I guess my observation
is to get an occupation
that isn't a platform for such, humiliation (break down and cry)
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I'm sorry man
This song was a little dry.
Please contact me if you would like to use this in a project. We can discuss the details.