The people V’s The Crooked Family

25 June 2009 | Tom Langridge | News | 19 Comments so far »

Ok punk rocker’s, let’s see if we can write a song together.

The rules – Wait for Mr Crook to leave the first comment/lyrics and you have to add to it. Write as much or as little as you like and once we have enough lyrics the Murderbirds will write the music and record the song. It might turn out to be anything from a ballad to a gypsy sea shanty… who knows.

Its just a bit of fun so everyone should get involved, the more input the better.

To all the people that contribute to this song – We might even get you all down to the un-awarehouse to make the video.

We will post the song and video up on the website when its finished and everyone will get a name credit.

Lets have a good clean fight people… get writing those lyrics.

TOM xXx

P.s If we do this, please don’t bring up words like royalties and copyright… we have a que of lawyers waiting to ass fuck us already. ha x

19 Responses

Lupen Crook on 25 June 2009 at 19:55 says:

Moods like spinning coins that haven’t settle on their side,
Pulling up the floor without a rhyme or reason why,
So we march to the station and when the train docks,
We head from the Crescent and descend on the Lock,
Where the post card punks are pissing off the bridge,
And the two-a-penny poets are dying desperately to live,
So we kiss each others collars and tear hearts from off our sleeves,
Revolting little motherfuckers; gypsies, tramps and thieves,
Say – We ain’t no singers, we ain’t no songs,
We ain’t no writers, we just wanna, we just wanna, so we . .
Rob on 25 June 2009 at 21:54 says:

Licked each others nipples as that was just the place to start,
Harried by the memory of the loose legged tired tarts
Dan... on 25 June 2009 at 22:08 says:

Hair greased back, let a smile crack,
The funniest thing I’ve ever seen
Twitch and a smack, no bones with that,
And it’s almost her time to leave.
Hg on 25 June 2009 at 23:10 says:

He’s a chancer, she’s a dancer, he’s a slut and she’s a bore
And we yawn as they pass us cos we’ve seen this all before
Flicking through the faces like the chapters in a book
Toss it in the trash cos no one’s worth a second look
dorian gray matter (bluefits.)x on 26 June 2009 at 2:14 says:

if ever i let myself go,
you’ll know.
curious journeys (cursed)
rolling through debris and i don’t wanna get hurt.
by the shores and the tide we’ll ponder,
sat perched thinking,
about the ways and wonders of this whirlwind (world) love hurricane.x
dorian gray matter (bluefits.)x on 26 June 2009 at 2:15 says:

…

Say – We ain’t no singers, we ain’t no songs,
We ain’t no writers, we just wanna, we just wanna. do wrong. ? x
Lupen Crook on 26 June 2009 at 8:30 says:

SOLO
Dan of the delta on 26 June 2009 at 13:36 says:

Now we wash away our sins in distilled seas of ill repute/

As doxys, fiends and junkies remove mask in form of suit/
Daq on 26 June 2009 at 18:20 says:

Snow- blind in societie’s blizzard/
She swims in a soup of strangers/
She strokes in vain for the edge of the bowl/
Unaware of the croutons and their dangers.
dAnBeRToL on 27 June 2009 at 15:53 says:

As I walk along the High Street,
it seems like no one seems to
be as peaceful as they used to.
Nobody seems to care no more…
nobody that I know,
nobody wants to show that it can all be stopped,
remember when we left our doors unlocked?
dAnBeRToL on 27 June 2009 at 15:56 says:

If you want to be the one,
then I’ll have to be the two
(cause if I’m 2 I’m twice as much as you)
Then you’ll be 3 so I’ll be 4,
I’m twice of what I was before,
but you’re just you but times’d by 3….a quarter less than me.
Jo Lawford on 29 June 2009 at 13:11 says:

Sleepless dreams and lonesome nights

Send shadows to linger in my sight
Jo Lawford on 29 June 2009 at 13:18 says:

Forbidden fruits and tasty teases

Sends shivers to senses and then pleases
Colin Read on 29 June 2009 at 21:18 says:

so we…..

Roll on into town dancing ditch to ditch,
Abusing strangers verbally, though we do’t know why they flinch,
Then we bust into the pub and laugh loud empty hollering,
Vilified, contempt in eyes cos nothing means a thing,
So we stagger out into the streets mean, despicably, and trace our crimes back whence we came forgetting where we’ve been,
Say – We ain’t no singers, we ain’t no songs,
We ain’t no writers, we just wanna, we just wanna, so we . .
Colin Read on 30 June 2009 at 21:36 says:

So we…
Sneak through the alleyways pinching pennies from the beggars that we pass,
Intertwined like tangled vines, But we know it ain’t gonna last,
Make our way to the fountain in desolation square,
Past the winos spouting their philosophy to the air,
So we aim for the harbour but but the nighttime gets a dissin’,
Talking at each other without even listenin’,
Wrestling each other’s attention into submission
Say – We ain’t no singers, we ain’t no songs,
We ain’t no writers, we just wanna, we just wanna, so we . .
with a glint in their eye the murderbirds fly on 1 July 2009 at 16:32 says:

beedeeproduction myspace
Rob on 4 July 2009 at 22:47 says:

Say – We ain’t no singers, we ain’t no songs,
We ain’t no writers, we just wanna, we just wanna, end the song.
Lupen Crook on 5 July 2009 at 10:09 says:

Thank fuck for that.

x
Dan of the delta on 6 July 2009 at 15:33 says:

Aye, good luck Crook! x