I caught you looking down your nose. When you had read my words.
With all the silly pictures where I put my head on birds.
Trouble is you think you mean something.
When you really don't mean nothing. 

Oh, I could write a song with words exactly the same as you.
But my words won't mean a thing to you.  You take me for a fool.
And you think you fucking mean something.
You really need to mean something. 

Your pretty face decayed with age and left you in the lurch.
you didn't have a character. you'd never been to church.
But you still pretend it means something.
Oh, it really fucking means something. 

Watch out, you'll give me a heart attack.
No doubt. now you have lost the knack.
Step out. hoping to find your way home.
Now you're all alone. 

Your guitar is on your shoulder and you Wear it like a hat.
Just a fashion statement that might help you pull and that.
You still pretend it means something.
Oh it really fucking means something. 

Just because I have a joke and arn't as serious as you.
That doesn't mean that my words don't count exactly like yours do.
But I don't pretend they mean something.
They really don't mean nothing. 

Yeah I use all the cliches, oh I might say in or out. 
Up-and-down, side to side, I might cry round about.
I just don't pretend to mean something.
It doesn't fucking mean something. 

Hard tack. The few things your living for 
Hatch back. Expecting nothing more.
Old hat. Hoping to find your way home.
Now you're all alone. 

Oh, I might write a song in which I'm talking to a wolf.
Because that is a word which I can easy rhyme with gulf.
Bet you wanna think that means something.
It really fucking means nothing. 

Yeah, it's as easy as finding words that rhyme with laundromat.
You could say that, bat, cat, sat, lath, rat, hat, gnat, fat, mat. 
Oh you think it fucking means something.
Yeah you think it fucking means something. 

Oh, You've been writing songs in which youre talking to the Queen.
You're creating images, you don't know what they mean.
But you think they fucking mean something.
Yeah you think they fucking mean something. 

New man, tied to a changing mat.
or pram, a dent in the place you sat.
no maam, hoping to find my way home.
now I'm all alone. 

It's not that my words don't have meaning to them like you think yours do.
It's just that I don't attach value to it like you fucking do.
Cos you think it fucking means something.
Or you think it fucking means something. 

Strike back. giving your heart away.
Give back, here's to another day,
Price tag. Hoping to find your way home.
Now your'e all alone. 

Oh I could sing I love you, oh now don't you get me wrong.
But the people that I love know it without a fucking song.
Cos it's actions that mean something. 
Your words don't mean nothing. 

Yeah there's not much point in saying things if you're not gonna follow through.
The people who shout loudest are the ones who never do.
But they still pretend it means something.
It really fucking means nothing.



Mean Something

Only Me (Mare Vaporum)
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something we all have happen in our lives,love ,loss ,hurt all in one ballard,written by gary hayward and ken hodges ,Phil Grantham of volt edge video on youtube https://youtu.be/ZIPrajQVQU0?si=zW8YOZ2_E4U1RAH0

Why Do You Hurt Me (2)

Treetop

Track one on Ben Mercedez' album SAY WHAT U WANT, "PSYCHOTRONIC"

"SAY WHAT U WANT" the album, out NOW

Produced by: Ben Mercedez
Written by: Ben Mercedez
Performed by: Ben Mercedez

Lyrics:

Bonjour I want to, drown out the sound of
Bickering and bitching, around me
I don't mind if they detest me
Cause I'm the FASHIONOVA
Why can't we dance
Paint a smile and move, move, move, move
Revolution, whether were high as hell or tame and tell
We're gonna link up, don't think just sing 

I ascend from the ashes
Like a phoenix ah ah
Were PSYCHOTRONIC 
Cause I love the textures of silk and leather
I descend from the heavens
BEN MERCEDEZ I am
Were PSYCHOTRONIC 
Cause I love the sound of bass and electric
I come from the west
Like a bandit ah ah
Were PSYCHOTRONIC 
Cause I love the sight of nuisance and sin
Watch as I come from above
This is BEN MERCEDEZ
I let them say what they want what they want

Give me a sign
If you wanna get loud tonight
Fuck it up dont worry about it its light tonight

Give me a sign
If you wanna get loud tonight
Fuck it up dont worry about it its light tonight

We diplomatic, we problem solving
I drink till i see magic
Were PSYCHOTRONIC 
Pop the corks and let it flow
That shit attractive
We PSYCHOTRONIC

We diplomatic, we problem solving
I drink till i see magic
Were PSYCHOTRONIC 
Pop the corks and let it flow
That shit attractive
We PSYCHOTRONIC

Released: 5/24/24

PSYCHOTRONIC

Android Love

Ascending Waves

02 Little Cheese

Debut track from Los Angeles (South Bay) metal band!

Skycrawler

Hello, Monkeys! 🐵 it's already out!

Performed and Produced by: Pete Ryaven Vamenta

Instagram: www.instagram.com/wreybeeen/
youtube: www.youtube.com/channel/UC8FAU88IVvn4IrWcWzyUC3Q

CANCELLED

Verse 1
All the rain is gone and the clouds are dry
From the weight of tears falling from my eyes
You said you would leave, and you meant it true
Now I’m blue

Verse 2
I don’t know the words that could make you stay
All my pleas fell short, and they slipped away
For the hurt you left carved a wound too wide
Deep inside

Chorus
So I fall down and I close my eyes
As I fade into the dark
And I gather all my broken parts
Cause they ache for where you are
Oh won’t you please stitch up my patchwork heart

Verse 3
Now the nights grow cold and the stars won’t glow
Every dream I held dragged to shadows low
In the still, I chase where your warmth once lay
Far away

Chorus
So I fall down and I close my eyes
As I fade into the dark
And I gather all my broken parts
Cause they ache for where you are
Oh won’t you please stitch up my patchwork heart

My Patchwork Heart

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





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