You were there but you were not!

Inspired by Shadowplay by Joy Division!

Behind every door

Behind every window

Behind every face

Behind every name

You were there but you were not

The light in the fire

The shape in the sky

All the pages in a book

All the truth behind the lies

You were there but you were not

All the shadows whisper

All the echos scream

All the writings on the wall

They all say the same thing

You were there but you were not


Love Again

Inspired by Sugartown by Zooey Deschanel

You know that when I met you

I knew it was too good to be true

That I would fall in love again

Because you see the last time

when I fell in love

Boy, oh boy

It didn’t work, so I walked away

And I never thought I would get to say

Get to say “I love you” again

But then you came along

And proved me wrong

And made me feel love all again

Life seems so friendly now

And I know it may sound

Crazy but I now have no worries

Because I’m in love again

And this time I won’t walk away


A stalker song!

So basically, I wanted to write a scary stalker song, and I was inspired by Every Breathe You Take by The Police – the king of stalker songs. Here goes:

Ever since you left

I’ve been feeling incomplete

So I followed you around

I see you’re smiling with another now

Why did you leave my life?

You left me for him?

I won’t let you out of my sight

I won’t let you have him

Whichever way you look

I just right behind you

Whatever you two are doing

I will be always watching

Why did you leave my life?

You left me for him?

I won’t let you out of my sight

I won’t let you have him!


Inspired by Walk on the Wild Side by Lou Reed

To Veronica there is nothing better
than to dress up all in leather
nothing excites her more than the screams
the screams of her submissive victims
she does all day, never fails a day
she knows how to please her women

Emily, on the other hand
does with a woman what she should be doing with a man
she has a big collection of toys
she makes the others squirm with joy
but Emily's main specialty
is that she even does menage-a-troix

To Britney the best thing in the world
is doing on the sofa with her favourite girl
she kicks up her legs, high with ecstasy
her moans louder than you can imagine
she is free, she is wild
she is capable of committing any sin

Francesca, however, is an angel
she does it slow, from all angles
but because the excitement makes her all giddy
she finishes quickly
and not even bothering to clean
she pushes her tongue down her lady!

(Strutting) Sally

Inspired by Walk on the Wild Side, All Tomorrow’s Parties, Like a Rolling Stone and the film What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?

Sally was once a rich bitch

to a world not a single lift

had a bedroom the size of Texas

on-stage sweet, off-stage curses

for a cone she would cause a storm

she would lift her skirt

wear low cuts

and around the town the bitch would strut

Icy demeanor, haughty soul

but that was all long ago

now she’s forced to limp in the very streets

she once swore she would destroy it

Live with the lowly vagabonds

the ones she used to spit upon

Sally’s days are humiliating

what were once pretty frocks

are now ragged old clothes

for the whole world to see

her once high and mighty cheeks

have hollowed skinny and weak

her arms and legs, once perfectly tuned

are now filled with bruises

but when day becomes night

Sally finds it hard to find

from the monsters who use her

one at the back, one in front

all wait their turn

sometimes two, sometimes three

sometimes just one

Sally was once a rich bitch

but the glitter has faded away

the crown is lost

she has lost her way

and is now the world’s pawn

The Walk!

Inspired by City of Blinding Lights by U2

You walk down the red carpet

With your sparkly blue eyes

And a stunning green dress

Everyone asks for your autograph

You casually wave them away with your hand

and continue your journey down the line

White lights flash in your face

They sure leave you in a daze

Don’t trip, or the world will laugh

The paparazzi’s will make sure of that

You reach the end of the line

and flick your hair left and right

which, on a night like this,

resembles a thousand fire-flies

The cameras click and the crowd goes wild

You smile but it doesn’t mean anything

And you inwardly laugh at the less fortunate

The ones who couldn’t reach your place in the game

(short break)

Smoothly, she turns around

The last picture came out blurred

But the queen has left

The queen of her little world

Dreaming of the Bright Lights!

A shameless rip-off of Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry!

There was this boy in his late teens

He had no self-esteem

But he had a guitar and a dream

To go up on-stage and be the best there is

But people said he couldn’t play

So he ran away

So he ran away

To a far off place

So he could play and people would say

“This boy sure is great”

“This boy sure is great”

But when he arrived at the bright lights

He found the competition to be very high

But nevertheless, he went up there

Knees shaking, he was very scared

The audience, some cheered, the others booed

When he started, he played some electric blues

But when he finished

the audience, none cheered, they all booed

The poor kid got off the stage

And as quickly as he could

As quickly as he could

Ran back to his village

There was this boy once, who was in his late teens

And he had no self-steem

Oh, he had no self-esteem!