Trent Lane's Lyrics Notebook
copyright disclaimer: neither RuthlessBunny nor medea42 actually own Trent, Jesse, or any other "Daria" characters mentioned herein. We just love the show, and particularly Trent. We do retain rights to the lyrics themselves -- if they are borrowed without permission, medea42 will make sure you are attacked by vampiric vegetables some lazy evening.
Many of Daria fanficdom know of the special (ahem) affection that both medea42 and RuthlessBunny have for Trent Lane. Apparently, in some cartoon dimension some of that affection is returned, since Trent and his good friend Jesse saw fit to give these two authors the divine (or diabolic) information of what lay within Trent's mysterious lyrics notebook.
Through a complex and arcane procedure (we sat and thought *real hard*), Jesse and Trent "channeled" through RuthlessBunny and medea42 -- thus Jesse was able to critique Trent's lyrics, and Trent to make sure the true substance of his art is brought to the world. While this process did have its technical difficulties (Jesse would occassionally channel into wood furniture or doorknobs instead) it proved for the most part to be an enriching experience for both authors, and we are honored that these cartoon muses chose us.
So, throughout the notebook you will see italicized remarks to indicate Jesse or Trent's comments, and underlined and italicized are comments from RuthlessBunny or medea42. While we kept interjections to a minimum, once in awhile it was necessary to understand the lyrics. Sort of. If you're particular and want to know who wrote what, each lyric set is initialed RB for RuthlessBunny and m42 for medea42. Enjoy, cringe, or skip to your heart's content!
Junker Love Blues
I've got a 10-30 weight love for ya baby,
It flows through me in cold weather.
I've got a 10-30 weight love for ya baby,
It flows through me in cold weather.
With your love to keep me warm
I won't freeze up, as long as we're together.
I've got a Premium love for ya baby,
You clean my injectors straight out.
I've got a Premium love for ya baby,
You clean my injectors straight out.
With that high octane love honey,
I can give you my all, without a doubt.
I've got a fast lane love for ya baby,
Need more than one, to ride down the road.
I've got a fast lane love for ya baby,
Need more than one, to ride down the road.
If I didn't have ya baby, Cops just might have me towed.
-RB
Motor oil? Did you say motor oil? Here's a bluesy one.
The Munchies
I am oppressed by the need to possess you.
The hunger of it weighs on my days like dew
On blades of grass, stooped in glades at dawn.
I dreamt you slept beside me, you are gone.
My thoughts are knots of pleasure and pain.
Intense and relentless like winter rain.
If the rains, my memories drain and chill.
As I conserve you, my reserves warm and fill.
My urge to touch you surges, like the tide
Beats a rock smooth. It won't soothe or be denied.
I can't deny the ache to wake in your arms.
Or dream of your kiss without bliss that warms.
My fears are such that I have come to suspect,
That I am doomed to love you in retrospect.
-RB
Well, Jesse's suggestion for a title is "The Munchies" actually, not too bad. eyeballing the sonnet - if you'd like me to Trentify it, I'll do my best. ;) M42
I don't think our audience will get this. Maybe a motor oil metaphor or something? -Jesse
Love Song to Daria: Lady or the Writer
Her poison pen
Could be the end
of what I think of as career
When she says when
I jump again
She's filled me with her fear
Chorus:
She's the lady or the writer
Chick behind those glasses
Will she like the music here
or will she bust our asses?
I'm grooving to a heavy beat
Channeling some zone
But she's displeased, word on the street
Our music makes her groan
O wicked writer, we're confused
Tell us how to keep you amused!
We're waiting for her printing date
Calling on her mercy
Writing tiger! Seal our fate
With kind words or her cursing
Hey you with the glasses on
End our torture, hear this song!
Trent, Bummer. I thought Daria dug our stuff. Did she say anything about my guitar? --Jess
Dreams and Fate
It would be so good,
Summer's warmth all year long,
If I knew where I stood,
I would make you my private song.
Sing you all day if I could.
In your arms a slow dance,
Yet the time goes so fast.
This long distance romance,
It was fun at first, will it last,
Longer than a hungry glance?
When we are together,
Time stops and disappears.
It seems like fair weather
But is it just a storm that clears
Like when you wipe away my tears?
I'm not the type to wait.
If it's love, then let me,
Go all out. Demonstrate.
If it's not, then please forget me,
Leave me captivated by love and fate.
-RB
Trent, are you really into that stuff? -Jesse
Telling Trent it's old...
Jesse, I found this on Monique's desk! What do you think it means?
Earth, rotating, orbiting, nights and days.
Dark as light and bright as night
A burned out bulb of sky
This small world of tears shining in blue eyes.
To succumb to passion would name our disgrace
If love meant a goddamn thing
I won't find Heaven in your arms' embrace
But I can pretend that you give what I need
We're just a pair of slackers
Apart from ordinary life we see.
Hope and security not ours to give.
We sleep and leave in recent memory.
At opposite shores we shall pass our years.
Gorging the ocean with worlds of tears.
Allaying our relatives' worst fears
that children would be forthcoming...
Earth, rotating, orbiting, nights and days.
Dark as light and bright as night
A burned out bulb of sky
This small world of tears shining in blue eyes.
To succumb to passion would name our disgrace
If love meant a goddamn thing
I won't find Heaven in your arms' embrace
But I can pretend that you give what I need
We're just a pair of slackers
Apart from ordinary life we see.
Hope and security not ours to give.
We sleep and leave in recent memory.
At opposite shores we shall pass our years.
Gorging the ocean with worlds of tears.
Allaying our relatives' worst fears
that children would be forthcoming...
-RB with alterations by m42
Dude, are you still seeing her? If not, do you mind if I ask her out? -Jesse
Wanton
All alone, wanton, willing and wild
I had wanted to be your friend
Whisper soft words to your wicked child
Bodies shimmering, hearts beguiled
We lay together intertwined
Alone together, wanton, willing and wild.
In our own parking lot exiled
to punishing love I am resigned
Whisper soft words to your wicked child
In loving you , I can't be mild
Gentle, quiet, reserved, refined.
My love I'm wanton, willing and wild.
Our twin stars have met, fate has smiled.
We found each other, though often blind,
So whisper soft words to your wicked child.
I love you madly, badly, with all that's wild.
I'll leave my old self and life behind.
I'm not alone, but wanton, willing and wild.
Lover, whisper soft words to your wicked child.
-RB
Um, Bunny, the good news: Jesse did not channel into any furniture this time. he's hiding behind it, and giving off major homophobia vibes directed towards Trent. And something about the pin in the eardrum scene in Videodrome.... M42
hey! I'm cool now...I reread...he just wants to share some Chinese won ton soup stuff with his sister or something. -Jesse
Who the Hell are the Joneses?
I've got my car, my lawnmower
My VCR and DVD
I think back to the good ol' days
When all I wanted was my MTV
Chorus:
It's all to keep up with the Joneses
They must live on the next block
Who the hell are the Joneses?
Why do they make this junk rock?
Now I have this credit card
To buy stuff on the net
Bill Gates is like some avatar
That dork is rich and I'm upset
Some weird guy living down the street
He owns all this stuff, too
I think when he and I finally meet
We'll have a TV remote duel
-m42
Trent, Big words man. But we can do a real jamming thing with the chorus. Who gave you a credit card? -Jess
Mistress Dark as Night
Napoleon, Waterloo
I have enslaved myself to you
Bound to you in sweetnes and in pain,
Mistress I worship you in vain.
You have bound me hand and foot.
My skin anticipates your leather boot.
My tongue is stopped, unable to speak.
Train me in the obedience you seek.
Lovingly correct my faults
Expolre my darkest, secret vault
Mark my weak flesh with your whips
Temper the stings with your red lips.
I ache to be the instrument of you pleasure.
Find my ecstasy in your buried treasure.
Sacred rituals I practice and learn
When you play with fire you must savor the burn.
Chorus:
Unworthy, Worthless
I wait for your direction
I love my service
I love your perfection
-RB
Have you been helping Jane with her history lessons or something?
-Jesse
Whine
You whine about your girlfriend
And you nag me about mine
You're bitching that you're broke
And hate that you're working overtime
Chorus:
It's all bla bla bla
In one ear and out the other
One more word and I want to smother
YOU!
So I'm stuck inside this blender
While you're pushing on frappe'
I'm ready for a bender
If you've any more to say
Now I'm ready for a road trip
or a head trip or a skip trip
Whatever trip it takes, man
To get you off my case!
-m42
-are you like, mad at me, or something? Is this about the
peanut butter? -Jesse
What's the point?
Who needs a job and who needs a car?
We're all gonna die anyway
Might as well shoot to be a star
It's not like it matters anyway
Chorus:
Early to bed, early to rise
What the hell are you thinking?
It's the night that holds all surprise
Waves of conformity sinking
Screw being happy
Forget actualized
I'm better drunk than sappy
It's bullshit no matter how it's disguised
I'll just sleep through the day
Watch my life piss away
Sing all night, forget what's right
Fuck a normal life!
-M42
Intense man. Do we need like an intervention or
something? --Jess
Angst for Sale
I want to be your guiding light
Your candle set aflame
Extending now your second sight
Follow me to fame
Chorus:
Embrace the pain
and sell your soul
Your angst a gain
A whine-filled bank roll
Just follow me to get your wish
Ask no questions, ask no lies
With your screaming I've taught you to fish
Share with me the prize
Angst girl, Angry woman
Middle class oh so tortured
Let me lead you through a maze
Dive into your haze
-m42
Cool, this could be a ballad, right? -Jess
Motor oil
Yet again the gears have jammed
A standoff fight with you in charge
My reputation has been slammed
You're ready for my discharge
Chorus:
Just like motor oil
Forget about me 'til I'm gone
Serve as comic foil
How long will this go on?
Where do we head
How long til we need gas?
Or now am I a dog sled
Still in check, why do we last?
Transmission's out
The tires are shot
Just scream and shout
What else have we got?
-m42
Dude, We like, have a bunch of automotive songs now. Should I get a car or something? --Jess.
Uterine Testimonial
*Since I left your womb
*I've lived life in a tomb
From birth to this wasteland, waiting for death
every time I inhale it's closer to my dying breath
Chorus:
dear Mom, life is great
Since you left me alone
Since you left me to my fate
Drifing, never tossed me a bone
Nothing warm, northing pleasant
You forgot my tenth birthday present
Ran into my tent, you never knew
Came in six months later and nothing to show
When will you invite me in?
Hey mom, where have you been?
Thanks to you my home's a grave
Filled with conformity's corpses to save
-m42
Trent-
Can I like send this to my Mom, and tell her it's from
me? She's kind of pissed that I screwed up Christmas. -Jess
*taking from "The 'F' Word" episode
Doing Our Best
Be all you can be
Even if it's not too much
Live, wild and free
Even if the pizza guy's is the only life you touch
Chorus:
Trapped in this space
Can't change the channel
curled -unfurledRip off my face -- more powerful
Rip off the panel
To tell the truth
There is no hope
You'll see the proof
in night time soaps
We all live in this zone
Do our best
We're all really alone
So put it to rest!
-m42
So, like did you want to join the Army? I don't see it,
they make you get up early and stuff. -Jesse
I Need an Eraser
Sometimes I feel liked I'm trapped in a cartoon
Waiting for the anvil to fall
Or the fifty foot harpoon
to play past me, stick out of the wall
Chorus:
If this ain't real
I need an eraser
I want more to feel -
bartender, give me a chaser!
Bright, bright colors of daylight and ink
I keep my eyes closed
My own thoughts are not what I think
Did I become a drawing as I dozed?
So is there some god in some dimension
Planning my moves
Forcing my transgressions?
I just want to groove
-m42
Oh Wow, That is so deep. What if it were true, how creepy would
that be? -Jesse
Naked Truth
Baby, can't believe you -
Baring your body to me
Maybe I could relieve you
If there weren't far more than I want to see
Chorus:
Naked truth
Bare your soul
All the proof
For rock 'n' roll
Truth and Lies took the plunge
Into the river of knowledge
Lies go out, and like a sponge
Clothed him in colors like Truth's college
Bad enough you muddy the water
By taking pretty clothes away
Like a sheep led to the slaughter
I avert my eyes, hope lights go out while I pray
-m42
Dude, -No naked chick is ugly. Um, I have an idea for a solo after the chorus. -Jes
Foot in my mouth
I didn't mean to tell you
That my ex was back in town
And I never should have mentioned
The way things all went down
I just thought it was better than just slipping in my bed
Now I have to live with this tension
Chorus:
Foot in my mouth
Boot to my head
It's all gone south
Wish I were dead
the ugly hat, the neon lights, the beer
Maybe they're to blame
Maybe I got choked by loneliness and fear
I think I'll wallow in my shame (Jesse, is that lame?)
It was just a one-night, a woman with a tear
A moment to capture before fame
And dude if I'd have known
That I'd hooked up with your Mom
I'd have changed my tone
and I'd totally be gone!
-m42
Trent, That is so un-cool, doing someone's Mom. Like gross.
But, I like the chorus, I can do a real deep voice like
Rob Zombie. --Jes
"To Helen"
Trent Sweetie,
I found this while I was "cleaning" Daria's room. I hope
you know I would never look down on you. I do think you
need to assess your lifestyle choices, maybe you should
talk with Jake, he was an awful lot like you at your
age. If you want to talk, call my secretary and make an
appointment, I've always got time for you.
Helen
Dictated, not read
I know you think I'm lazy
And I pretend not to hear
You think my dreams are crazy
I haven't learned your fear
Chorus:
Slacker, hacker, grunger boy
Call me that but I'm no toy!
I'm wild and dark and living free
You can't lay your claim on me!
It looks to you like I lie around
Some of that is true
But I've got good plans layed aground
I'm gonna see this through
When things finally happen
Lady, where you gonna be?
In the audience clapping
Or still looking down on me?
-m42
Bleeding for you
by Trent / Nicholas
dude, I helped Nicholas write this. Looks to me like something's
out of hand... What do you think, man?
Like a car with broken defrost
My heart bleeds for you
I'm glad to see you get lost
All of this is through!
Chorus:
I'm sick of this crap
I'm out of this trap
How could you do this to me?
The stuff about you needing friends
Was all just a red herring
Because of you I've got the bends
Yeah, that toilet's really daring
Now you're crying about your crabs
Well yipee-fucking-yee
I'm still hurting from the scabs
You didn't TELL me STD!!!
-m42
GAH! So, did you get some Kwell from the clinic? -Jesse
-m42, wincing...way too much info from toonland....
Delicious Heartache
I didn't know what was at stake
You were a number I wrote on my hand
But now I'm deep within a glorious mistake
Bewitched, dazzled, defenseless and damned.
Savor this delicious heartache
Sleeping above the plane of dreams
Deep in love with you before I wake
And nothing is as easy as it seems
I wish I knew you like I know,
My love for you. Deep in my mind,
Obsession took hold and grew.
Leaving only my dreams behind.
Savor this delicious heartache
Sleeping above the plane of dreams
Deep in love with you before I wake
And nothing is as easy as it seems
And when I die alone. (We all die alone.)
Heaven will be like home.
I know it seems peculiar.
Comfortable, familiar
Like this love I feel
Sweet, ethereal, unreal.
Savor this delicious heartache
Sleeping above the plane of dreams
Deep in love with you before I wake
And nothing is as easy as it seems
special thanks to Daria Morgendorffer for her collaboration on this work
-RB
Woah, you had way too much cough syrup last night, man. Read
the dose on the bottle next time! - Jesse
Dark and Stormy night
It's a dark and stormy night
Yet somehow we're together
Huddled here just right
Facing down the weather
Chorus:
Another nightmare, this affair
It's never ending
We kiss, we hate, we seperate
No one ever bending
Yet in the rain I'm still alone
With you right by my side
My thought to you remain unknown
True feelings are denied
I'd hope a train or catch a flight
You'd find me anyway
A never-ending stormy night
No breaking hope of day
-m42
Oh, this rocks. we can do some storm sounds, you know, like the Doors. I always liked that song, Riders on the Storm. Maybe we could cover it? -Jess
copyright disclaimer: neither RuthlessBunny nor medea42 actually own Trent, Jesse, or any other "Daria" characters mentioned herein. We just love the show, and particularly Trent. We do retain rights to the lyrics themselves -- if they are borrowed without permission, medea42 will make sure you are attacked by vampiric vegetables some lazy evening.
Many of Daria fanficdom know of the special (ahem) affection that both medea42 and RuthlessBunny have for Trent Lane. Apparently, in some cartoon dimension some of that affection is returned, since Trent and his good friend Jesse saw fit to give these two authors the divine (or diabolic) information of what lay within Trent's mysterious lyrics notebook.
Through a complex and arcane procedure (we sat and thought *real hard*), Jesse and Trent "channeled" through RuthlessBunny and medea42 -- thus Jesse was able to critique Trent's lyrics, and Trent to make sure the true substance of his art is brought to the world. While this process did have its technical difficulties (Jesse would occassionally channel into wood furniture or doorknobs instead) it proved for the most part to be an enriching experience for both authors, and we are honored that these cartoon muses chose us.
So, throughout the notebook you will see italicized remarks to indicate Jesse or Trent's comments, and underlined and italicized are comments from RuthlessBunny or medea42. While we kept interjections to a minimum, once in awhile it was necessary to understand the lyrics. Sort of. If you're particular and want to know who wrote what, each lyric set is initialed RB for RuthlessBunny and m42 for medea42. Enjoy, cringe, or skip to your heart's content!
Junker Love Blues
I've got a 10-30 weight love for ya baby,
It flows through me in cold weather.
I've got a 10-30 weight love for ya baby,
It flows through me in cold weather.
With your love to keep me warm
I won't freeze up, as long as we're together.
I've got a Premium love for ya baby,
You clean my injectors straight out.
I've got a Premium love for ya baby,
You clean my injectors straight out.
With that high octane love honey,
I can give you my all, without a doubt.
I've got a fast lane love for ya baby,
Need more than one, to ride down the road.
I've got a fast lane love for ya baby,
Need more than one, to ride down the road.
If I didn't have ya baby, Cops just might have me towed.
-RB
Motor oil? Did you say motor oil? Here's a bluesy one.
The Munchies
I am oppressed by the need to possess you.
The hunger of it weighs on my days like dew
On blades of grass, stooped in glades at dawn.
I dreamt you slept beside me, you are gone.
My thoughts are knots of pleasure and pain.
Intense and relentless like winter rain.
If the rains, my memories drain and chill.
As I conserve you, my reserves warm and fill.
My urge to touch you surges, like the tide
Beats a rock smooth. It won't soothe or be denied.
I can't deny the ache to wake in your arms.
Or dream of your kiss without bliss that warms.
My fears are such that I have come to suspect,
That I am doomed to love you in retrospect.
-RB
Well, Jesse's suggestion for a title is "The Munchies" actually, not too bad. eyeballing the sonnet - if you'd like me to Trentify it, I'll do my best. ;) M42
I don't think our audience will get this. Maybe a motor oil metaphor or something? -Jesse
Love Song to Daria: Lady or the Writer
Her poison pen
Could be the end
of what I think of as career
When she says when
I jump again
She's filled me with her fear
Chorus:
She's the lady or the writer
Chick behind those glasses
Will she like the music here
or will she bust our asses?
I'm grooving to a heavy beat
Channeling some zone
But she's displeased, word on the street
Our music makes her groan
O wicked writer, we're confused
Tell us how to keep you amused!
We're waiting for her printing date
Calling on her mercy
Writing tiger! Seal our fate
With kind words or her cursing
Hey you with the glasses on
End our torture, hear this song!
Trent, Bummer. I thought Daria dug our stuff. Did she say anything about my guitar? --Jess
Dreams and Fate
It would be so good,
Summer's warmth all year long,
If I knew where I stood,
I would make you my private song.
Sing you all day if I could.
In your arms a slow dance,
Yet the time goes so fast.
This long distance romance,
It was fun at first, will it last,
Longer than a hungry glance?
When we are together,
Time stops and disappears.
It seems like fair weather
But is it just a storm that clears
Like when you wipe away my tears?
I'm not the type to wait.
If it's love, then let me,
Go all out. Demonstrate.
If it's not, then please forget me,
Leave me captivated by love and fate.
-RB
Trent, are you really into that stuff? -Jesse
Telling Trent it's old...
Jesse, I found this on Monique's desk! What do you think it means?
Earth, rotating, orbiting, nights and days.
Dark as light and bright as night
A burned out bulb of sky
This small world of tears shining in blue eyes.
To succumb to passion would name our disgrace
If love meant a goddamn thing
I won't find Heaven in your arms' embrace
But I can pretend that you give what I need
We're just a pair of slackers
Apart from ordinary life we see.
Hope and security not ours to give.
We sleep and leave in recent memory.
At opposite shores we shall pass our years.
Gorging the ocean with worlds of tears.
Allaying our relatives' worst fears
that children would be forthcoming...
Earth, rotating, orbiting, nights and days.
Dark as light and bright as night
A burned out bulb of sky
This small world of tears shining in blue eyes.
To succumb to passion would name our disgrace
If love meant a goddamn thing
I won't find Heaven in your arms' embrace
But I can pretend that you give what I need
We're just a pair of slackers
Apart from ordinary life we see.
Hope and security not ours to give.
We sleep and leave in recent memory.
At opposite shores we shall pass our years.
Gorging the ocean with worlds of tears.
Allaying our relatives' worst fears
that children would be forthcoming...
-RB with alterations by m42
Dude, are you still seeing her? If not, do you mind if I ask her out? -Jesse
Wanton
All alone, wanton, willing and wild
I had wanted to be your friend
Whisper soft words to your wicked child
Bodies shimmering, hearts beguiled
We lay together intertwined
Alone together, wanton, willing and wild.
In our own parking lot exiled
to punishing love I am resigned
Whisper soft words to your wicked child
In loving you , I can't be mild
Gentle, quiet, reserved, refined.
My love I'm wanton, willing and wild.
Our twin stars have met, fate has smiled.
We found each other, though often blind,
So whisper soft words to your wicked child.
I love you madly, badly, with all that's wild.
I'll leave my old self and life behind.
I'm not alone, but wanton, willing and wild.
Lover, whisper soft words to your wicked child.
-RB
Um, Bunny, the good news: Jesse did not channel into any furniture this time. he's hiding behind it, and giving off major homophobia vibes directed towards Trent. And something about the pin in the eardrum scene in Videodrome.... M42
hey! I'm cool now...I reread...he just wants to share some Chinese won ton soup stuff with his sister or something. -Jesse
Who the Hell are the Joneses?
I've got my car, my lawnmower
My VCR and DVD
I think back to the good ol' days
When all I wanted was my MTV
Chorus:
It's all to keep up with the Joneses
They must live on the next block
Who the hell are the Joneses?
Why do they make this junk rock?
Now I have this credit card
To buy stuff on the net
Bill Gates is like some avatar
That dork is rich and I'm upset
Some weird guy living down the street
He owns all this stuff, too
I think when he and I finally meet
We'll have a TV remote duel
-m42
Trent, Big words man. But we can do a real jamming thing with the chorus. Who gave you a credit card? -Jess
Mistress Dark as Night
Napoleon, Waterloo
I have enslaved myself to you
Bound to you in sweetnes and in pain,
Mistress I worship you in vain.
You have bound me hand and foot.
My skin anticipates your leather boot.
My tongue is stopped, unable to speak.
Train me in the obedience you seek.
Lovingly correct my faults
Expolre my darkest, secret vault
Mark my weak flesh with your whips
Temper the stings with your red lips.
I ache to be the instrument of you pleasure.
Find my ecstasy in your buried treasure.
Sacred rituals I practice and learn
When you play with fire you must savor the burn.
Chorus:
Unworthy, Worthless
I wait for your direction
I love my service
I love your perfection
-RB
Have you been helping Jane with her history lessons or something?
-Jesse
Whine
You whine about your girlfriend
And you nag me about mine
You're bitching that you're broke
And hate that you're working overtime
Chorus:
It's all bla bla bla
In one ear and out the other
One more word and I want to smother
YOU!
So I'm stuck inside this blender
While you're pushing on frappe'
I'm ready for a bender
If you've any more to say
Now I'm ready for a road trip
or a head trip or a skip trip
Whatever trip it takes, man
To get you off my case!
-m42
-are you like, mad at me, or something? Is this about the
peanut butter? -Jesse
What's the point?
Who needs a job and who needs a car?
We're all gonna die anyway
Might as well shoot to be a star
It's not like it matters anyway
Chorus:
Early to bed, early to rise
What the hell are you thinking?
It's the night that holds all surprise
Waves of conformity sinking
Screw being happy
Forget actualized
I'm better drunk than sappy
It's bullshit no matter how it's disguised
I'll just sleep through the day
Watch my life piss away
Sing all night, forget what's right
Fuck a normal life!
-M42
Intense man. Do we need like an intervention or
something? --Jess
Angst for Sale
I want to be your guiding light
Your candle set aflame
Extending now your second sight
Follow me to fame
Chorus:
Embrace the pain
and sell your soul
Your angst a gain
A whine-filled bank roll
Just follow me to get your wish
Ask no questions, ask no lies
With your screaming I've taught you to fish
Share with me the prize
Angst girl, Angry woman
Middle class oh so tortured
Let me lead you through a maze
Dive into your haze
-m42
Cool, this could be a ballad, right? -Jess
Motor oil
Yet again the gears have jammed
A standoff fight with you in charge
My reputation has been slammed
You're ready for my discharge
Chorus:
Just like motor oil
Forget about me 'til I'm gone
Serve as comic foil
How long will this go on?
Where do we head
How long til we need gas?
Or now am I a dog sled
Still in check, why do we last?
Transmission's out
The tires are shot
Just scream and shout
What else have we got?
-m42
Dude, We like, have a bunch of automotive songs now. Should I get a car or something? --Jess.
Uterine Testimonial
*Since I left your womb
*I've lived life in a tomb
From birth to this wasteland, waiting for death
every time I inhale it's closer to my dying breath
Chorus:
dear Mom, life is great
Since you left me alone
Since you left me to my fate
Drifing, never tossed me a bone
Nothing warm, northing pleasant
You forgot my tenth birthday present
Ran into my tent, you never knew
Came in six months later and nothing to show
When will you invite me in?
Hey mom, where have you been?
Thanks to you my home's a grave
Filled with conformity's corpses to save
-m42
Trent-
Can I like send this to my Mom, and tell her it's from
me? She's kind of pissed that I screwed up Christmas. -Jess
*taking from "The 'F' Word" episode
Doing Our Best
Be all you can be
Even if it's not too much
Live, wild and free
Even if the pizza guy's is the only life you touch
Chorus:
Trapped in this space
Can't change the channel
curled -unfurledRip off my face -- more powerful
Rip off the panel
To tell the truth
There is no hope
You'll see the proof
in night time soaps
We all live in this zone
Do our best
We're all really alone
So put it to rest!
-m42
So, like did you want to join the Army? I don't see it,
they make you get up early and stuff. -Jesse
I Need an Eraser
Sometimes I feel liked I'm trapped in a cartoon
Waiting for the anvil to fall
Or the fifty foot harpoon
to play past me, stick out of the wall
Chorus:
If this ain't real
I need an eraser
I want more to feel -
bartender, give me a chaser!
Bright, bright colors of daylight and ink
I keep my eyes closed
My own thoughts are not what I think
Did I become a drawing as I dozed?
So is there some god in some dimension
Planning my moves
Forcing my transgressions?
I just want to groove
-m42
Oh Wow, That is so deep. What if it were true, how creepy would
that be? -Jesse
Naked Truth
Baby, can't believe you -
Baring your body to me
Maybe I could relieve you
If there weren't far more than I want to see
Chorus:
Naked truth
Bare your soul
All the proof
For rock 'n' roll
Truth and Lies took the plunge
Into the river of knowledge
Lies go out, and like a sponge
Clothed him in colors like Truth's college
Bad enough you muddy the water
By taking pretty clothes away
Like a sheep led to the slaughter
I avert my eyes, hope lights go out while I pray
-m42
Dude, -No naked chick is ugly. Um, I have an idea for a solo after the chorus. -Jes
Foot in my mouth
I didn't mean to tell you
That my ex was back in town
And I never should have mentioned
The way things all went down
I just thought it was better than just slipping in my bed
Now I have to live with this tension
Chorus:
Foot in my mouth
Boot to my head
It's all gone south
Wish I were dead
the ugly hat, the neon lights, the beer
Maybe they're to blame
Maybe I got choked by loneliness and fear
I think I'll wallow in my shame (Jesse, is that lame?)
It was just a one-night, a woman with a tear
A moment to capture before fame
And dude if I'd have known
That I'd hooked up with your Mom
I'd have changed my tone
and I'd totally be gone!
-m42
Trent, That is so un-cool, doing someone's Mom. Like gross.
But, I like the chorus, I can do a real deep voice like
Rob Zombie. --Jes
"To Helen"
Trent Sweetie,
I found this while I was "cleaning" Daria's room. I hope
you know I would never look down on you. I do think you
need to assess your lifestyle choices, maybe you should
talk with Jake, he was an awful lot like you at your
age. If you want to talk, call my secretary and make an
appointment, I've always got time for you.
Helen
Dictated, not read
I know you think I'm lazy
And I pretend not to hear
You think my dreams are crazy
I haven't learned your fear
Chorus:
Slacker, hacker, grunger boy
Call me that but I'm no toy!
I'm wild and dark and living free
You can't lay your claim on me!
It looks to you like I lie around
Some of that is true
But I've got good plans layed aground
I'm gonna see this through
When things finally happen
Lady, where you gonna be?
In the audience clapping
Or still looking down on me?
-m42
Bleeding for you
by Trent / Nicholas
dude, I helped Nicholas write this. Looks to me like something's
out of hand... What do you think, man?
Like a car with broken defrost
My heart bleeds for you
I'm glad to see you get lost
All of this is through!
Chorus:
I'm sick of this crap
I'm out of this trap
How could you do this to me?
The stuff about you needing friends
Was all just a red herring
Because of you I've got the bends
Yeah, that toilet's really daring
Now you're crying about your crabs
Well yipee-fucking-yee
I'm still hurting from the scabs
You didn't TELL me STD!!!
-m42
GAH! So, did you get some Kwell from the clinic? -Jesse
-m42, wincing...way too much info from toonland....
Delicious Heartache
I didn't know what was at stake
You were a number I wrote on my hand
But now I'm deep within a glorious mistake
Bewitched, dazzled, defenseless and damned.
Savor this delicious heartache
Sleeping above the plane of dreams
Deep in love with you before I wake
And nothing is as easy as it seems
I wish I knew you like I know,
My love for you. Deep in my mind,
Obsession took hold and grew.
Leaving only my dreams behind.
Savor this delicious heartache
Sleeping above the plane of dreams
Deep in love with you before I wake
And nothing is as easy as it seems
And when I die alone. (We all die alone.)
Heaven will be like home.
I know it seems peculiar.
Comfortable, familiar
Like this love I feel
Sweet, ethereal, unreal.
Savor this delicious heartache
Sleeping above the plane of dreams
Deep in love with you before I wake
And nothing is as easy as it seems
special thanks to Daria Morgendorffer for her collaboration on this work
-RB
Woah, you had way too much cough syrup last night, man. Read
the dose on the bottle next time! - Jesse
Dark and Stormy night
It's a dark and stormy night
Yet somehow we're together
Huddled here just right
Facing down the weather
Chorus:
Another nightmare, this affair
It's never ending
We kiss, we hate, we seperate
No one ever bending
Yet in the rain I'm still alone
With you right by my side
My thought to you remain unknown
True feelings are denied
I'd hope a train or catch a flight
You'd find me anyway
A never-ending stormy night
No breaking hope of day
-m42
Oh, this rocks. we can do some storm sounds, you know, like the Doors. I always liked that song, Riders on the Storm. Maybe we could cover it? -Jess