By: Sarah
The first time i saw him,
He was singing on T.V
His care-not hair,
His piercing eyes.
And a body any woman would drool over.
Powerful chords ringing from his guitar,
Dramatic lyrics praying on his lips.
A man with a talent hard-earned.
Music stores display his excellence,
Magazines glorify his struggles
He sings for the sake of singing
not for money or fame,
A sex symbol
A legend
Gavin.
By: Kim
I'm Female Who Loves Bush and I'm the Alien who Swallowed the Greedy Fly b/c
he refused to Comedown b/c of the Little Things that Swim in Bombs that make
Everything Zen not true. I'm the Insect Kin who killed the x-girlfriend b/c
she wouldn't go straight no chaser to the Personal Holloway which would save
the Body of the Machinehead from the Mouth of the Testosterone filled Monkey
who ate the Glycerine and then heard the Distant Voices of the Synapse being
Bonedriven into the Communicator of the Monkey.!! Now this shows the History
of the Monkey who has A Tendency to Start Fires in A Lonely Place and Swim
away blowing Bubbles and watching the Broken Tv that weighted 6teen stone
and was the size of a razorblade suitcase.
RBSC lyrics poem
By: Cari
The face i live with will always be there because.............
I just wanted to be myself,
I hold the world up all day with these hands I built to lift me up,
If I destroy myself I can move on because I am a servant of my formulaic ways,
A thousand lamps won't lift the dark because I know that what i fear is
what i will find,
It's safe to say we are alone in the aftrenoon as the light dims,
I'm better off by the way with gravity claiming all my tears,
Happiness is a bad son anyway.
16 stone lyric poem:
By: Cari
I realize everythings more than it seems as I lean on my conscience wall,
I'm never alone but i'm alone all the time and furhter from right,
The cities that you drive me through for our love,
I thought i'd be there untill the end but you bruised my face instead,
I could've been better but I couln't change though I wanted to.
My Rock Gods
By:Annemarie Lincoln
The blame is on your
pretty face, dark eyes
and British tone.
Up in front
you take the lead
with all the eyes,
all the light, all the hate,
all the fame, all the blame
falling on you.
Over there on the left,
with your dark sounds,
and your deeply swaying moves,
you make it all sound right.
Hiding in the back
behind the light
you pound the beat
to the music of my life.
And you, behind the second mic,
with your deep blue eyes.
Why do you hide beyond the light?
Step foward and let
your sweet sounds be heard.
Don't listen to them
Who are they to choose
who rules and who
will become fools?
Underneath their words of hate
there's us--
those who prove them
to be fools
and then there's the four of you
who prove who truly rules.
Thank You
By:Annemarie Lincoln
It's like a drug--
I need it to live.
Every breath
I take is cos of it.
Without it and you
I wouldn't make
it through.
It--
the beat,
the roar,
the smooth,soothing sounds.
Falling deeper down
it pulls me up and
wraps its sweet sounds
around me.
When burning with rage,
it calms me down,
tucks me in and
keeps me safe.
It--
the beat,
the roar,
the smooth
soothing sounds.
As night slides past
and day shines in--
burning me eyes.
I struggle to go on
but helping me
through is you
and it.
It--
the beat,
the roar,
the smooth
soothing sounds.