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)

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

PuNCh-A (Sandro´s Theme)

Track twelve on Ben Mercedez' album SAY WHAT U WANT, "Future Love Song"

"SAY WHAT U WANT" the album, out NOW

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

Lyrics:

I always knew it was you
You saw it in me too
We always loved our grooved lines
We were blessed from our signs
FUTURE LOVE SONG to be sung
I always thought even though=
You were so cold it could snow
At midnight it'd be us
We'd sneak out of the house
FUTURE LOVE SONG to be sung

It's not that you are too blinded for me babe
It's not because you were born to a cruel world
It's just that i cant watch me fall apart
When we could be writing our FUTURE LOVE SONG

Molotov or titos 
We'd down it all in a ball
And we'd say fuck the world
Then as no one was watching 
We'd share a kiss from above
I'd hail you my idol 
Though we had it all
We enjoyed our last joint
Falling asleep side by side
We sung our FUTURE LOVE SONG

It's not that you are too blinded for me babe
It's not because you were born to a cruel world
It's just that i cant watch me fall apart
When we could be writing our FUTURE LOVE SONG

Walk down memory lane 
I lay quadrupled in pain
How did I let this hurt 
Just a goodbye that won't work
No Radio to sirius 
No more secrets and dark confessions 
I want to live in this dream 
Of our FUTURE LOVE SONG
But that won't work
But that can't work

It's not that you are too blinded for me babe
It's not because you were born to a cruel world
It's just that i cant watch me fall apart
When we could be writing our FUTURE LOVE SONG

Released: 5/24/24

Future Love Song

In a dark, dark place, in a dark, dark wood.
You found your hiding place?
Because I think you should.
It's obscene.
You're out there looking pretty green.

You stand upon the hill, above the darkest town.
You like to waste your time.
You all just hang around.
Remaining seen.
It's no surprise, you're pretty green.

I can see your faults.
Can you see my needs?
Through the screen.
I can see your outline against the moon.
Pretty green.

Upon a lonely street, there is a golden house.
Even the quietest man can start the loudest shouts.
Fuck your machine.
Oh, my fucking God you are green.

In a dark, dark room, and down a dark, dark stair.
There is a hiding place, and we should hide in there.
Living the dream?
A pretty green flying machine.

You can't  hide your faults.
Can you meet my needs?
Hidden screams.
I can't make your outline against the sun.
It's all green.

You can't read my thoughts.
You wont get inside.
Just unseen.
Can you take me out from amongst the noise.
That's all green.
A pretty green flying machine.

Pretty Green

This is an orchestral, soundtrack and it involves the story of a boy who goes to sleep and dreams his parents are aliens.

Mean Something

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