tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168616442011-04-21T18:47:27.760+01:00Songs which were not good enough to make it into Snakebyte's repertoire.Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01130297707147177206noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16861644.post-1157697955968641662006-09-08T07:45:00.000+01:002006-09-08T07:45:55.990+01:00I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<br />I can't remember<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16861644-115769795596864166?l=lyricline.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01130297707147177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16861644.post-1127372032203558052005-09-22T07:46:00.000+01:002005-09-22T07:53:52.213+01:00Survivor<br /><br />(c) Snakebyte 1989<br /><br />He was dressed to kill there was no-one there<br />crying out his eyes but no-one really cared<br />In Sector 9 there was no reply<br />He sat down and prayed...<br /> ...to be a survivor<br /><br />As the days passed he walked in the rubble<br />Wandered off, found nothing but trouble<br />Sooner or later, he's end up sick<br />Why had he stayed...<br /> ...he was a survivor<br /><br /><i>Chorus</i><br />Now he sits....<br /> ...now he thinks<br />Why is he just the only one<br />Now he's bad....<br /> ...now he's crazy<br />All he wanted to do was...<br /> ...be a survivor<br /><br />Delving deeply, into his mind<br />Asking himself, why ain't this mine<br />No-one to argue, not to complain<br />All his friends had gone...<br /> ...he was a survivor<br /><br />So many years, they have passed<br />He must know, he can never last<br />Now he's dying, from some disease<br />Savours the time that he is...<br /> ...he's a survivor<br /><br /><i>Chorus</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16861644-112737203220355805?l=lyricline.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01130297707147177206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16861644.post-1127336752237083252005-09-21T22:03:00.000+01:002005-09-21T22:05:52.243+01:00The Cynic 1<br /><br />(c) Sven Logjens 2005<br /><br />You say you love me dearly<br />You seem so pleased to see me<br />But think about it really<br />Am I that blind?<br />You always act the right way<br />Promise me another day<br />You know the right things to say<br />But are you really mine?<br /><br /><i>Bridge</i><br />Maybe its just I'm so insecure<br />Cynical and paranoid<br />You act so innocent and pure<br />When I get so annoyed<br />I've got to know your secret<br />It might drive you away<br />Your promises deceit<br />Why the hell do you stay?<br /><br />Promises, will turn to dust<br />Argue, who can you trust?<br />Leave girl, if you must<br />Run run away<br />Yeah baby I'm so hard hearted<br />What is thing we've started?<br />Better still if we parted<br />We could never stay<br /><br /><i>Bridge</i><br /><br /><i>Chorus</i><br />Tell me why I don't believe<br />Any good in any one<br />Tell me why I don't believe<br />You're telling me straight<br />Tell me why I don't believe<br />What anybody says<br />Tell me why I don't believe<br />Sometimes good things happen<br />Sometimes, sometimes...<br /><br />I don't know the truth any more<br />I can't remember what I saw<br />What made me decide I'd be<br />Better on my own<br />The grey cloud of my dream<br />I was setting myself free<br />Oh girl, is this my destiny<br />To die all alone<br /><br /><i>Chorus</i><br /><br />Sometimes there's no hidden agenda<br />Sometimes things are exactly what they seem<br />Some people don't want nothing in return<br />Some things don't have a price<br />Sometimes there's no double meaning<br />Sometimes people mean what they say<br />Some people like soppy love songs<br />Some things are worth the price<br />Some things are worth the price<br />Some things are worth the price.<br /><br />Just don't find out too late<br /><br /><i>Bridge</i><br /><i>Chorus</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16861644-112733675223708325?l=lyricline.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01130297707147177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16861644.post-1127050223190685572005-09-18T14:30:00.000+01:002005-09-18T14:30:23.190+01:00The Memory of Binge<br /><br />(c) Sven Logjens 2005<br /><br />Let's paint the town, she said<br />Black and gold and red<br />Something's got in her head<br />And she left us all for dead<br /><br />Her fire burns inside<br />She trampled on my pride<br />With all the rules defied<br />She came to me to hide<br /><br /> She's too wild and free<br /> Never tie her down<br /> Chases every dream<br /> Until it leaves her town<br /> She thinks she's got her plan<br /> But it drives her down<br /> She thinks she's got her man<br /> But he's scared to make a sound<br /><br />She swore we'd be forever<br />Meant to be together<br />With my best endeavour<br />Couldn't keep her ever<br /><br />I wanted to be mothered<br />Never trashed and smothered<br />All the bases covered<br />She walked away...<br /><br />In the mirror's a stranger<br />Don't recognise the danger<br />Try to be the Lone Ranger<br />and it all falls apart...<br /><br /> On this night on the town<br /> You won't remember a sound<br /> Of the miserable clown<br /> Who's world is breaking down<br /> Yeah this night on the town<br /> Lights and "Spinning Around"<br /> The smile or the frown<br /> as you world is breaking down<br /><br />And you wait til the morning after<br />And you wait til the morning after<br />And you wait til the morning after<br /><br />Come find me a cure<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16861644-112705022319068557?l=lyricline.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01130297707147177206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16861644.post-1127050005092750862005-09-18T14:25:00.000+01:002005-09-18T14:26:45.096+01:00Two Weeks In Hell<br /><br />(c) Sven Logjens 2005<br /><br />Flabby white bodies spill from the plane<br />Full of plans for two weeks in the sun<br />Sleeping with people without knowing their name<br />Two weeks of choreographed fun<br /><br />The pattern's the same from coast to shining coast<br />Sleeping of excess in the midday heat<br />Trying for conquests of which you can boast<br />Trying to forget the losers you'll meet<br /><br />White to pink to very sore red<br />As the sand rubs into your lotion<br />And who the hell got in in their head<br />To get married beside the ocean<br /><br />Can't find no sustenance so you take it with you<br />Heinz and Walkers and PG Tips<br />You're wild and free do what you wanna do<br />But your parents, they'd have a fit<br /><br />Separated from the gaggle you're been partying with<br />Find yourself in a strange bar<br />The tequila the slammer the Mickey Finn<br />Whisked away in a strange car<br /><br />Wake up with the waves lapping your face<br />and soreness in your head and elsewhere<br />Last night's memory gone without trace<br />With guilt but no-one to share<br /><br />You'd get a taxi back to your hotel<br />But you've no phrase book and no friendly face<br />You're panicking now; it was a living hell<br />You'll say later at Trisha's place<br /><br />Crawl back in the evening but only to find<br />No one missed you or came looking<br />They assume that you'd pulled and had a great time<br />And had sorted next year's booking<br /><br />Well it makes you sweat and it makes you swear<br />You'll soon forget to live in fear<br />So much for an all-inclusive fare<br />So what you'll be back next year<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16861644-112705000509275086?l=lyricline.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01130297707147177206noreply@blogger.com0