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kester99
02-10-2008, 02:18 AM
Bored in the Gourd

Well, I’m bored in the gourd.
Said I’m bored, bored, bored.
Gonna take a taxi
To the ‘mergency ward.

Gotta case of lassitude,
Gotta case of blue.
Just don’t care ‘bout nothin’
Since I cared about you.

A beer over here!
Make it fast, fast, fast.
Gotta get on home
And cut the damn grass.

Gotta case of platitudes
And all of them are true.
Just don’t care ‘bout nothin’
Since I cared about you.

And I’m dead in the head.
Said I’m dead, dead, dead.
Gonna go back out to my house
and crawl on into bed.

Gotta case of assitude.
Gotta case of blues.
Just don’t care ‘bout nothin’
Since I cared about you.

-- kester; Augusta, GA 2002

Feel free to jump on in. Show your own. Criticize, ignore...as you like.

N8R
02-13-2008, 05:45 AM
Kester you are a master and a scholar worthy of much praise

N8R
02-13-2008, 05:45 AM
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I am going to Kill Everyone

-newman8r, Canada, Just now

bellisimo
02-13-2008, 05:52 AM
As the dawn breaks,
I dread the notion of opening my eyes,
to a world full of white lies
surrounded by mere droids,
brainwashed by the masses,
reminiscent of hemorrhoids,
a pain in our asses!

- BellisiMo 08-06-2006

kester99
02-13-2008, 01:46 PM
thanks for the hype, n8r...and uh, great poem.

and bellisimo: I used to have a job like that. But I'm much happier now. Nicely put together.

FireTheCoach
02-13-2008, 03:27 PM
You all know the song "Warpigs" by Black Sabbath... right?

heres my version of that song...

Walleyes gathered in their masses
Schools of pike and smallmouth basses
evil fish that plot destruction
source of all the minnow reduction

in the lake the walleyes churning
up above the anglers yearning
catching fish to feed mankind
walleyes on their one track mind

GO FISH YEAH!!!

Shad and shiner hide themselves away
they fear walleyes thats for sure
why should they swim out into the light
they'll leave that role to the lure

yeah...

time will tell on those fisheyed fiends
chasing minnows just for fun
treating crayfish just like prawns in chests
wait 'till the fishing boats come

yeah....

now in darkness reels stop turning
ashes from the shore lunch burning
no more walleye have the power
frying pan is caked in flour

day of judgment, man came calling
now under knives the walleye falling
begging mercy but none today
while the carp just laughs and swims away

GO FISH YEAH!!!!!

kester99
02-13-2008, 08:32 PM
I like it....don't know the Sabbath song, but I like the fish song.

Raskolnikov
02-22-2008, 06:09 AM
Kester, those words you wrote, is that for an existing song?

Because I could write the music for it if you like.

Raskolnikov
02-22-2008, 04:57 PM
Kester, those words you wrote, is that for an existing song?

Because I could write the music for it if you like.
Whether you like it or not, I already did. The lyrics were too suggestive...

I'll post it later :)

Raskolnikov
02-22-2008, 08:01 PM
Sloppy and very unfinished, but here it is: Bored in the gourd (http://studwww.ugent.be/%7Ejmmaes/muziek/Bored%20in%20the%20gourd.mp3).

sweabs
02-22-2008, 08:02 PM
Link is not working for me...but I want to hear it! As soon as I read the words as well, I thought "that's just too good to pass up".

I'm very much anticipating what you've done, Rasko!

Raskolnikov
02-22-2008, 08:18 PM
It doesn't work? What does it say?

sweabs
02-22-2008, 08:22 PM
Internet Explorer Cannot Display the Webpage.

EDIT: Just tried with Firefox and it's letting me download. I'll tell you what I think in a bit!

N8R
02-22-2008, 08:26 PM
Noice

sweabs
02-22-2008, 08:28 PM
Rasko,

That was honestly really well done. And to think that all of this transpired within a day is pretty, prettayyyy, pretty good.

Awesome job - and thanks for sharing! And also a great job to kester for the lyrics and inspiration behind it all! Kester, it's funny b/c I read the stuff this morning and thought "somone has to make that a song."

kester99
02-22-2008, 09:01 PM
Kester, those words you wrote, is that for an existing song?

Because I could write the music for it if you like.


go for it rasko...i have more, also.

This one is kind of a country-flavored rap or shout (if you will)...hank williams jr meets uhhh, i don't know. But htat's just the way I hear it in my head.

Do what you do best, as you like it...I'd love to hear the result.

OHHH...you already posted it....give me a few minutes here...game's on.

kester99
02-22-2008, 09:21 PM
Jesus, Rasko...brilliant. Thank you.

You took that a totally different direction than I was hearing, but I like it very much.

indygeezer
02-22-2008, 09:31 PM
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I am going to Kill Everyone

-newman8r, Canada, Just now

OK, in the Good ol' USA that gets you a knock on the door in the middle of the night. Your friendly neighborhood FBI calling :) We're kinda anal about that stuff these days.

Raskolnikov
02-23-2008, 11:50 AM
Noice


Rasko,

That was honestly really well done. And to think that all of this transpired within a day is pretty, prettayyyy, pretty good.

Awesome job - and thanks for sharing! And also a great job to kester for the lyrics and inspiration behind it all! Kester, it's funny b/c I read the stuff this morning and thought "somone has to make that a song."


Jesus, Rasko...brilliant. Thank you.

You took that a totally different direction than I was hearing, but I like it very much.
Thanks guys for the (positive :)) feedback. That really means a lot to me. Just because the words were so powerful, it only took me about 45 mins to write the music.

Kester, if you'd like to share more of that good stuff, by all means, do so!

N8R
02-24-2008, 07:44 AM
OK, in the Good ol' USA that gets you a knock on the door in the middle of the night. Your friendly neighborhood FBI calling :) We're kinda anal about that stuff these days.

It is just a poem...based on fact

Raskolnikov
02-24-2008, 04:09 PM
Hey kester, why d'you delete that post? Good thing I already read it.

It's not a silly question, I didn't know several words to be honest (gourd, (l)assitude, platitudes; my English vocabulary isn't very extensive, I'd like to work on that), so I put the lyrics through Translator. He didn't know what to do with assitude, and neither did the Dictionary, so I'm glad you explained its meaning.

Gotta case of assitude.......I really had no idea what I was singing :D

kester99
02-24-2008, 04:14 PM
Hey kester, why d'you delete that post? Good thing I already read it.

It's not a silly question, I didn't know several words to be honest (gourd, (l)assitude, platitudes; my English vocabulary isn't very extensive, I'd like to work on that), so I put the lyrics through Translator. He didn't know what to do with assitude, and neither did the Dictionary, so I'm glad you explained its meaning.

Gotta case of assitude.......I really had no idea what I was singing :D



Well, if I don't have a word I need, I just make one up...easier that way.

Gyron
02-25-2008, 11:07 AM
Good Job Rasko. You have a good voice.

Raskolnikov
03-09-2008, 03:42 PM
Good Job Rasko. You have a good voice.
Thanks, Gy :)

kester99
03-09-2008, 06:17 PM
Well, I think this one's pretty dark.


The Last Place You Look

The days that are truly trying,
The time of your greatest test,
Will come to you in your twilit years
When you’re tired and you want to rest.

---------------------------------------------------

The old bull loses control of the herd;
The captain’s no longer as good as his word;
An old brew goes flat and loses its head.
An old man takes longer to crawl out of bed.
The guitar just sits and loses its tune.
Old eyes never look for the man in the moon.

-----------------------------------------------------

It’s as simple as finding the last place you look.
It’s as common as never finishing your book.
The times are the soil in which we grow.
If you never age, then you’ll never know.

Hard times spent walking rocky ground
make for hard and calloused soles,
make a hard and calloused soul.

-- kester; Augusta, GA; 2004

sweabs
03-10-2008, 02:29 AM
Kester, you have a real talent there.

kester99
03-10-2008, 02:36 AM
thanks, rc

The Toxic Avenger
03-11-2008, 01:28 AM
Very nice K. Impressive.

N8R
03-11-2008, 02:49 AM
Kester you are what the french call "Les PIMP"

kester99
03-11-2008, 02:52 AM
Thanks, guys. Very much.

bellisimo
03-11-2008, 10:07 AM
nicely done...its actually giving me some inspiration to write again...but i don't really have the time for it at this moment...

N8R
03-12-2008, 04:33 AM
I like the Dubs Dubs from the counting thread. You should do the old ctrl +C and ctrl+V into this thread

Raskolnikov
03-12-2008, 05:00 PM
So I took da kester's masterful words, borrowed the main chord sequence from a friend (he happened to be playing it during rehearsal) and came up with this (warning: even sloppier and more unfinished): http://studwww.ugent.be/~jmmaes/muziek/The%20last%20place%20you%20look.mp3

kester99
03-13-2008, 12:57 AM
Once again, Raskolnikov my young friend, I am blown away hearing the words put to voice and music...thanks for that.

Where can we hear Broccoli? (If that is not the name of your band, I just asked you a very strange question.)

sweabs
03-15-2008, 04:01 AM
You're the man, Rasko. Well done.

N8R
03-15-2008, 04:09 AM
Rasko you are a Musician and a Counter. You are hogging all the limelight for us. Next I will find you are arent an American and I will forgive you but not now.

kester99
03-17-2008, 02:43 AM
We want broccoli. We want broccoli.

ALSO!!!! I am not the only person around here with more words that could be posted...quit being such a chicken, and lay those lyrics, odes, limericks, and what-have-you on us!

It won't hurt.

Raskolnikov
03-17-2008, 04:15 AM
Thanks guys. As of now, you can't hear Broccoli anywhere yet (we haven't even done our first real gig), but we were thinking of creating a Myspace. Or if anyone knows something better than Myspace for this....let me know!

kester99
04-16-2008, 09:15 PM
The Bad Rap

Well it's mothertucker this
and it's mothertucker that;
Throw another N-word in,
Talk about some bitsh again,
Now you're talkin' rap; now you're talkin' crap.

Kicked out of school when I was just 16;
had to quit the 8th Grade 'cause I'm much too mean.
Me and my homie got a gig at the club;
couldn't play no music, so we learned how to dub.

Well it's mothertucker this
and it's mothertucker that;
Throw another crackuh in,
Talk about some ho again,
Now you're talkin' crap; now you're talkin' rap.

Old folks used to listen
to the back-beat in the rhythm.
All that ***** is much too hard;
watch me while I nod!

thump (nod) thump (nod) thump (nod) thump (nod)

And now it's mothertucker this
and it's mothertucker that;
Throw another shizzle in,
Talk about some bitsh again,
Now you're talkin' crap; now you're talkin' rap.

College boy white kids
workin' for the mtvids
try to intellectualize,
make out like I'm street-wise.
Yo!
Bees suck sap.
Wannabees rap.

-- kester; Zagreb, Croatia; 1995

kester99
07-30-2008, 12:40 AM
Loaded with 5.56

The guns of the innocent
who made their buddies a covenant,
loaded with 5.56

as they put a load down-range,
never thinking the action strange...

they're loaded with 5.56
and the innocents come into range.

-- Augusta, 2008

Haggard
07-30-2008, 11:29 PM
here's something i use in my band...

it's called 'Shot with your own weapon'


I had to say with bad perceptions
“I want to go somewhere that I should know”
Limitation of legislation
I should have been there but I’m too slow
Lack of vision and intuition
I should have starved but I guess I’m cold

Violence is a rort though I should have won by more
Dazed but wishing that you were there
And I’m saying this life is not enough
I’ll be fighting for everything that you can’t

Hedonism, sadism
Lost inside my own pessimisms
Intermission, what condition?
Glad I find solace in idealisms
Did I mention I’m a heathen?
Spare me from your generalisations

Violence is a rort though I should have won by more
Dazed but wishing that you were there
And I’m saying this life is not enough
I’ll be fighting for everything that you can’t

Haggard
07-30-2008, 11:32 PM
And another one..

This one is called 'The facial hair epidemic' ... I wrote is as a tounge in cheek response to when everyone began to grow breards and goatees a few years back.


Tonight as they walk the streets
Marching in line and time
Behind their beards they will hide
Running all around with nothing but styles on their mind
Running all around just living their same old lives

Well they had a subject, a quest for a perfect score
Nothing to hide but secrets, secrets can’t control our lives
Going armed in public with the mantle on their chin
Riding on public transport to a supermarket store

Time to meet at the town hall
Time to take a stand
Just to peruse their views
Running all around committing their facial hair crimes
Running all around just kicking the same old lies

Well they had a subject, a quest for a perfect score
Nothing to hide but secrets, secrets can’t control our lives
Going armed in public with the mantle on their chin
Riding on public transport, coming soon to a store near you.

Raskolnikov
11-17-2008, 06:26 AM
Feel like sharing this one. Will add an mp3 later. Criticize all you want...

When it's all over

When it's all over

The storyteller shuts the book
The maid is luckily off the hook
The lovers reunited now and safely locked away the crook

But the princess is far from bliss
She wants another frog to kiss
She'll have to accept her cup and take what's on tap

When it's all over

It's all over now

Raskolnikov
01-04-2009, 06:06 PM
I made a MySpace (http://www.myspace.com/buminberlin), and Bored in the gourd is on it. kester, I put your name in the lyrics, hope I got it correct. Or let me know if you want to use an artist name.

kester99
01-04-2009, 07:18 PM
I like Trapped Now and Leonard Cohen a lot. It's all good, but those were my favorites. Thanks for spelling my name right.
-- Insert smiley thing here --

LG33
01-04-2009, 07:31 PM
Like a Dutch Bob Dylan. Nice collaboration guys.

Doug
01-04-2009, 09:54 PM
I decided to starting writing poetry once.
I lost my "journal" halfway though my first attempt at a poem.
I took that as a sign that it was not to be.

grace
01-04-2009, 10:12 PM
I decided to starting writing poetry once.
I lost my "journal" halfway though my first attempt at a poem.
I took that as a sign that it was not to be.

When I saw 3 lines I thought for sure it was going to be another hiku.

Doug
01-04-2009, 10:36 PM
When I saw 3 lines I thought for sure it was going to be another hiku.Nah, I don't consider my haiku to be real poetry anyway, more like engineering. Not to say that I haven't churned out a few reasonable ones.

Raskolnikov
01-05-2009, 06:34 AM
I like Trapped Now and Leonard Cohen a lot. It's all good, but those were my favorites. Thanks for spelling my name right.
-- Insert smiley thing here --
:p Thanks for the comments :) Right now, my personal favorite's Bored in the gourd, because of the lyrics, and because of the fun guitar riffies I put in there. Really pleased with the result I gotta say. I think, of all songs, it sounds most "finished". Sorry I didn't send it to you like I said I would.....it's just that I never really got to it and then yesterday it sounded immediately right with the single notes added....


Like a Dutch Bob Dylan. Nice collaboration guys.
Thanks, but please don't call me Dutch....

Raskolnikov
03-12-2009, 06:52 AM
Here's what a fellow musician I met in NY had to say about my songs...well, mainly about kester's words ;)


Nice tunes on your myspace BTW. I think my favorite is Bored in the Gourd. May be the first time I've ever heard the word "lassitude" used in a song. Awesome job!
"Just don't care about nothin' since I cared about you"... That's a damn good lyric.

PS She's quite hot

kester99
04-01-2009, 01:08 AM
I like her a lot. Sight unseen.

Raskolnikov
04-30-2009, 06:34 AM
I'll post the song later...for this one the lyrics came first. Usually it's the other way around, which is quite hard sometimes.

tired

gonna sleep a bit now
in the grass like a cow
maybe chew on some abstract question
one that's tasteful and light
every answer is right
no need to worry about the digestion

looking back on what I've done with my life
at the age of 25...makes me very

tired of being optimistic sometimes
tired of being lost but never found
tired of all the wordplay and the rhymes
tired of being pushed around

gonna crawl into bed
a depression ahead
and embrace it like an old lover
well her name was Suzanne
and she said yes we can
find our way to a four-leaf clover

feel so empty don't wanna do anything
and I don't wanna talk about it...why I'm so

tired of being optimistic sometimes
tired of being lost but never found
tired of all the wordplay and the rhymes
tired of being pushed around

and maybe it's time to finally grow up now
give up on that secret crush

but the dreamer keeps on dreaming the dream
the dreamer keeps on dreaming the dream

gotta stop playing it safe
and come out of my cave
maybe go on a crazy journey
but got no energy left
it's a scandalous theft
gonna go talk to my attorney...cause I'm so

tired of being optimistic sometimes
tired of being lost but never found
tired of all the wordplay and the rhymes
tired of being pushed around

sweabs
04-30-2009, 07:31 AM
Nice, Rasko!

ABADays
04-30-2009, 07:09 PM
Wrote this in Iraq during a difficult time.

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THE UNLIKELY JOURNEY<o></o>



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Twilight comes to all of us, sooner rather than later<o></o>



And through unforeseen fate, necessity can become a part.<o></o>



The horizon is not distant anymore and Hope nothing but a mist<o></o>



<o>
</o>



A calling not my own beckoned me to a foreign land.<o></o>



To serve fathers, mothers, sons and daughters and forgive a void long ago.<o></o>



But the Cradle of Civilization not what was expected.<o></o>



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</o>



I see them so young - a need to lift their hearts.<o></o>



But cannot replace the comfort of the home they left behind.<o></o>



Still, the father in me is to care for the warriors of many places<o></o>



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</o>



I see those so different and have the wisdom to know<o></o>



Man is man, woman is woman and child is child - I can make a difference however small.<o></o>



The bounty is not my own, it is for the good of one and all.<o></o>



<o>
</o>



Chaos creates chaos, conscience guides my path.<o></o>



Death lies in wait for some – a truth that cannot be denied.<o></o>



Embrace the opportunity to make the right decision<o></o>



<o>
</o>



But Evil comes from “friends”. They test the simple intent<o></o>



The test of what is meant. I do not pass their test.<o></o>



Results are unexpected, the return is so confused.<o></o>



<o>
</o>



The heart and mind are injured and the Soul has been destroyed<o></o>



What was the meaning of all of this I ask?<o></o>



<st1>St.</st1>Jude I need your help to find my Father’s ear.<o></o>



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I do not know the answer of the road you led me to.<o></o>




My mind carries the load of time and trials away from one protected.<o></o>



I await the answer to my prayers with belief I am not wrong.<o></o>



In His own time, with deepest hope, my prayers will be answered.<o></o>



<o>
</o>



Now I am the professional. Knowledge replaces the heart.<o></o>



Experience and words replace spirit and the Soul.<o></o>



He says, “It is now meant for you.”<o></o>

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</o>

kester99
04-30-2009, 07:20 PM
Waiting to hear the tune, Rasko!

ABA...seems like those words were hard-won. Welcome back.

Raskolnikov
05-01-2009, 10:03 AM
tired on facebook: http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=75639849122&saved#/video/video.php?v=75639849122

or megaupload: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=67H7KLY2

kester99
08-08-2010, 10:50 PM
One more -- what the heck.

Feels like a holiday
though it's not,
it does, in some way.
Feels like a timeless night
even though
I have to get up, at daylight.

Seems like the rain that fell up north
has made it here and let forth.
Feels like there's no one else around.
The rain on the trees is the only sound.

Just the porch chair and me,
with a beer that I like,
for company.

kester99
08-08-2010, 11:05 PM
Monkey Heaven and this Mortal Coil
---------------------------

Can we think or conceive without physical structure?
Can we make our way forward without feet in the picture?
The spatial is there as you travel through time.
The physical's here as I wrestle this rhyme.

Monkeys past made my only palette of words.
My spine and upright gait limit my world.
I say higher or deeper as if my brain
were a vertical axis stuck up from a plane.


Monkey Heaven's up high where the bugs have to fly.
Monkey Hell's down below where the ooky things go.
I can see the great heaven from the top of my tree,
and pray those who've fallen can rise and join me.


Do you see what I did there? But pardon you me,
how did my eyes or my hands enter this screed?
If things I believe are what I stand for,
Could I not say the same laid out on the floor?

So wrong, say they some, for we know what we know.
To discredit our logic, what lengths will you go?
What depths will you sink to? (Logic's muddy down there.)
What terms would you use when you want to split hair?


Should we go back to Latin, which an ape never shat in?
Should we coin esperanza to spruce up our stanza?
Monkey Heaven's up high where the bugs have to fly.
Monkey Hell's down below where unpleasant things go.


On the one hand, it's sweet to point out the basis
of right "thinking" that's left so much egg on our faces.
On the other, our senses make us reason through pictures.
and it's senseless to try and break out of these strictures.

So confine your thinking to the old ties that bind,
just let the preconceptual color your mind.
If it's pithy and juicy, it's so good to know.
If it stinks or it's awkward, just let it go.


Monkey Heaven's up high where the bugs have to fly.
Monkey Hell's down below where the snakey things go.
I can see the great heaven from the top of my tree,
and those who fell (or were pushed) can rise and join me.


Doesn't Blake's immortal hand or eye
which framed our bilateral symmetrie,
want us to be balanced, upright, even-handed?
That's the posture to take.
It's the way that He planned it.

But these terms are the termites that are bothering me
as I climb round my cozy evolutionary tree.
As I wonder how long, how high, and how wide,
please don't bug me on monkey matters of pride.


Monkey Heaven's up high where the bugs have to fly.
Monkey Hell's down below where the ooky things go.
I can see the great heaven from the top of my tree,
and pray those who've fallen can rise and join me.


-- kester 2010