new song

You're So Funny

ya laugh

cause you think it's crazy

ya laugh

even when

the joke's on you

ya laugh

thinkin' others agree

ya laugh

when you're no one 

too

you probably really only gave him... a blowjob

when you bought him all those cliche things

he puked

you'll never ever know the truth behind those blue eyes

cause yur half ass crazy also without a clue

(spoken)

but enough about you, I --

despise givin' you credit for this song

you'll probably even get royalties when i'm gone

you're a typical twit

bleeding hypocrite

with her head up her ass

believin' it all

is crass

 and i even thought she was his number one fan

but you my friend, can take that stand

yes it's true i'm conceted

believe my morals are conceded

but don't get me wrong

i know you sucked his dong

and he never looked twice

not even at his wife

(spoken)

fight me.

and you still laugh. At a 'psychopath'

ya laugh

ya laugh

ya laugh

ya laugh

boo-hoo

the jokes on YOU

i laugh... AT YOU

i laugh... AT THEM

i laugh.... AT HER

i laugh.... because

(spoken)

the enlightened ones... never... CRY.

Happy Birthday Kurt (Cobain), tomorrow you would have been 51. And still perfect. Love Always, Izzy <3

80 visits in one day! thanks for visiting....

pocket full of dynomite lyrics

he had a pocket full of dynomite
he said i'll kiss ya and it will be alright
i'll lick ya in between the birds and bees
make you flutter bring you to your knees

oh how sweet
another condescending sexist flea
i keep my legs crossed and zip up my Lee's
date-rapists are raised in sprees

she said, "hey, think straight:"
another boy meets girl and it's not fate

well will ya marry me tonight! (X2)
if i don't put up a fight! (X2)

(REPEAT)

she went home black and blue
no phone call from her boo

what does a girl do with a revolution!
when all the boys are polluting!
what does a girl do with a revolution!
when no boy seems suiting!

he had a pocket full of dynomite! (X8)

(new song)

Get On Stage

get on stage (x2)
play your music(x2)
i relate to ya more(x2)
when you ....

get on stage (x2)
and play your music
play your music

y-r-u
y-r-u

such a bore(x2)
interviews
interviews

are ya born to lose?
are ya born to lose?

get on stage
get on stage
and play your music
play your music
rough guitar
rough guitar
facetious star
facetious star

do ya like it like that?
do ya like it like that?

do i like it like that?
do i like it like that?

well i'll....

get on stage!
get on stage!

and play my music!
and play my music!

do you relate to me more?
do you relate to me more?

when i ...

get on stage (x2)
and play my music
play my music

y-r-u
y-r-u

so confused
so confused

interviews
interviews

born to lose (x2)

(screamed)

get on stage!
get on stage!
get on stage!
get on stage!

(spoken)

yeah, were such a bore

what's the point of dyin' if it's not on the 6 ' o clock news (lyrics)

HERE'S MY CLICHE ROCK STAR SONG wrote this about two years ago.... lol

you don't know my name
but you know my game
just another classic story
of a rock star gone insane

i smoke to many cancerous cigarettes
and drive around a black corvette
my eyeliners smeared and i'm in tears
and boy o boy i can't handle all the leers

i have visions of a high-flying suicide
pills and bills under my backside
drugs and thugs givin' me my love
what's the point of dyin' if you ain't above??

when burnin' burnin' burnin' out is like fadin' away...
the perfect song to end the day
i got a lotta lotta things to say
but in the end 'i'm gonna go my way'
if bill billy corragin's a rocker fool...
then i'll be sure to make you drool

like john lennon, kurt and elliott smith
i'm the last one of a dyin' kind/ a song smith
but what's the poiint of dyin' dyin dyin' if it aint on CNN
and fox news news news is givin' me the moody blues
what about USA today??
will my obituary birthday be in May??

(bridge)

I'll probably never make it to the stage..
you know when i do it will be inside a cage...
they hardly ever hear my rage...
so bullhorn the shit off the fucking page...

you don't know my name but you know my game
i am not the one that you can tame
i think you suck and your songs are lame
this ain't my best it's a cryin' shame...

he was rock-n-roll lyrics

he was rock n roll!
he was a punk rock star!
he crashed guitars!
and drove vintage cars!

he was no father figure
but he could make you shiver
and when he made you quiver
it was time to deliver!

and he said to me when we first met...
hey baby i'll buy you a red corvette!
yellow roses or a lacey pink corsett!
but don't do me wrong
and write me a song
cause baby you belong in the kitchen!

she was rock n roll!
she was a punk rock star!
she crashed guitars!
and drove vintage cars!

she gave him motherly love....
from the heaven's above...
and when she headlined his club...
he saw white doves!

and then she said to HIM when they first met...
hey baby i'll buy you a black corvette...
red roses or a big fat leer jet!
but don't do ME wrong and write me a SONG
cause baby YOU belong in the KITCHEN!

she was tranqualized!
oxy-fied!
mutualized!
and petrified!

don't put me in the the kitchen
i'll throw out all the dishes
burn all of your bread
sever your sweet pretty head (x2)

she was rock n roll!
she was joan jett!
she was dressed in leather!
not that fake blue plether!

and he was put in his place...
smeared eyeliner on his face...
cryin' over the burnt bread on his plate...

...... in HIS KITCHEN.

i get my new trademark pink glasses in a week... stay tuned for pictures!

she wore a ruffled dress (lyrics)

she wore a ruffled dress
her hair was a mess
grandpa's old cardigan
her fashion a sin

but when she took that hair down
well she looked so fine now
prancin' around
lost then found

she wore that ruffled dress
did she pass the test?
just a pixie girl
in a bizarre world

she met him that night
then they got in a fight
"why'd you marry a whore??"
that's such a bore!

a whore in patent leather
lipstick smeared on a feather
did SHE pass the test??
no, she was such a mess

and... that.... girl..... in.... the..... ruffled ..... dress....
was... a .... dream.... i .... must ..... confess....

(repeat)

hey what's up ya'll ... i can't decide if i want to record my song again and continue to pursue music or not... hmm...