words and music: Arrington
I threw away my unwanted virginity I threw away the innocence that stifled me I threw away that which I thought I didn't need I threw away all of the things that set me free I threw away too soo and I didn't forsee that I was wrong, oh my god so bloody wrong How could I ever have let it go so long? I was wrong, oh god how can I go on? Never again will I lead a simple life Never again will I believe I cannot die Never again shall I feel the tie that binds Never again and now I know not who I am I stumble through the haze that chokes up my insides Searching for myself and fearing what I'll find All I know is that I'm lost inside And I want to know what can I do? All I know is that I'm lost inside And I want to know what can I do? All I know is that I'm lost inside And I want to know what can I do?
Copyright 1995 by As of Yet |
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words and music: Arrington
Pouring out my soul into An ever-empty glass Guess i've scared them all away Screamed until my face turned blue But no one heard a thing Shouting from the bottom of a well I get carried away I get carried away And go too far Tried to drown my thoughts in sleep But still my mind awakes Tred of the games that I must play Burnt my brain with thc But nothing seems to help Shouting from the bottom of a well I get carried away I get carried away And go too far Brooding on the same damn thing Still don't knwo what it is Nothing left to explain Looking out and in again For some way to escape From the bottom of the well I get carried away I get carried away And go too far
Copyright 1995 by As of Yet |
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music: Klaene and Fitch, with a little help from AoY
Pasta' ain't got no words, foo'!
Copyright 1994 by As of Yet |
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words and music: Arrington
well hey, hey, my oh my, what a wonderful day this is! a summer day in my playground, it doesn't get much better than this a peanut-butter-jelly-sammich in my hand, i'm playin' on top of my swing standin' on top of the world, i am the king of everything about a block, a mere minute's walk, from my bedroom to my realm i'll walk or hike, even ride my bike, but i'll get here without fail i'm king of this hill and i do as i please, singin' dodedodedodedede i'm not afraid of anything -- but here comes somethin' i've never seen! he's ugly, he's mean, he's lanky and lean, his teeth and skin are green by the way he scowls and the way he smells, he's a gremlin, that's plain to see! i yelled, "hey you, you with the ears! whatcha think yer doin' here?!? "this is MY playground, you homely hound!" but he only twitched an ear.... i lunged at him and we both fell into the big sandbox he picked me up and swung me 'round, knocked me outta my shoes and socks soon i knew what i had to do, so i climbed up on top of the jungle gym and when he came close i took my aim and kicked him hard in the head and I am still king of the hill...
(Years later we catch up with little Bobby Martin at the Springfield State Mental Hospital... "Nobody believes I really killed a nasty-evil-green-skinned-brussel-sprout-liking-blood-sucking gremlin that day... they try to tell me it was my dad in halloween costume! The fools! Only now, now that the world has been overrun and everyone's minds replaced by cybernetic googleplexes do they finally listen to me! they all thought I was mad, but WHO'S MAD NOW!!!!!! hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!")
Copyright 1995 by As of Yet | top | bottom
words and music: Arrington
The earth lay cracked where no waters run Charred, baked and burned by the sun Only a ghostly host of barren trees Populates the land that used to be green This dead place once teemed with life Furry and scaly and feathered and horned Hiding in the shade of trees and brush In this Eden that's now only a memory This place used to be green
Copyright 1995 by As of Yet |
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words: a bad joke by Arrington
music: AoY / traditional blues
Woke up this morning with an awful achin' head Hurt so bad you know I wished I was dead Looked around me everything I saw was red Saw so much red, the blues, they filled me with dread My arms and legs felt like they was made out of lead Hurt so bad I never wanted to get out of bed Lots of troubles, but I ain't got no bread I was gonna go out but I think I'll stay in, instead
Copyright 1995 by As of Yet |
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words and music: Arrington another bad joke?
Watching tv at three a.m., nothin' better to do Thirty-seven cable channels to run through This is the life, who could ask for more But my ch-ch-channel ch-ch-changin' thumb is so sore Don't care if I'm a slob or a couch potato, no With a tv in the room, who needs a place to go? With a tv in the room, who needs a place to go? I need a remote control! Refrigerator, microwave, toaster oven, stove Necessities of life, all of the above This is the life, who could ask for more But my channel-changin' thumb is oh, so sore Don't care if I'm a slob or a couch potato, no With a tv in the room, who needs a place to go? With a tv in the room, who needs a place to go? I need a remote control!(insert some fast mumble-y stuff about whatever's on the tube...)
Don't care if I'm a slob or a couch potato, no With a tv in the room, who needs a place to go? With a tv in the room, who needs a place to go?
Copyright 1993 by Arrington |
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music: Klaene / Arrington
once again, the AoY instrumentals strike the seekers of lyrics!
Copyright 1994 by As of Yet