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Get a Room
Words by J. Posner
Fast tempo Music by L. Campanell
You see me coming round you flash it in my face
You see what I don't have and you invade my space.
I go home and soak my head inside my
precious anger
But you keep on going
Until my sanity's in danger
When I see you guys around I don't know what to think
It sure as hell isn't jealousy, but it sure is on the brink
I don't want it personally, but in a
Vague way
But I can't enjoy myself
Much to my dismay
But I can't complain, it's all in my brain
And the irony of it all gives me a stain
But I'm all fed up, with this stupid stuff
And The only lesson I will learn is life is rough.
So what the hell is the deal
Are you for real
I can't understand
This is a brain peel
Over me you guys loom
And all I gotta say is Get a Room
Yeah its hard to understand where you're coming from
Cause you go to a party just to get some
And you say you'll be there
For me, that you care
But you know you're a liar, to believe you is dumb
I'm crying out to you but how in hell would you know
You're so wrapped up, that everyone else is your foe.
So all you need to know is get up and socialize
You don't need to be on the couch get some exercise
if you want to stay there fine with me
But if you wanna keep your friends that ain't the key
Instrumental break

Words by J. Posner
Music by L. Campanell
Yeah I know someone who's a stalker
He's got issues to spare
He isn't much of a talker
Cause he is just unaware
He looks in at her sleeping mass
Just to watch her sleep
He leaves warm breath on the cold glass
But his dignity he will keep.
(fast guitar intro)
He says a big price she's gonna play
And I think he isn't quite right
He followed her on her birthday
And she made him leave that night.
Yeah that boy's gonna get killed sometime
He just isn't healthy it seems
But he doesn't think his love is a true crime
She's the subject of all his dreams
Yeah but all his friends think he's crazy
And all her friends have seen
He'd try harder if he wasn't so lazy
It's so weird cause he treats her so mean.

He's just a stalker from hell
It's almost romantic
The boy's heart just fell
It makes you kind of frantic
He's just a stalker fool
It comes out of a book
But if you play it cool
Just take a look

This boy needs a shrink bad
Or that is what we say
His biggest doubters are his Mom and Dad
They think it's all a play
We try to talk to him,
he pushes us down
He sees everything as dim
With a constant frown
But she doesn't want him back
She seems to have moved on
His whole world is black
He can't see a new dawn.
Instrumental break

Words by J. Posner
Music by L. Campanell
Life is such a cruel reality
Most guys don't make it, maybe two or three
Not some stupid punks who lose face
Not some talentless pukes from Centerville, O.H.
We say we're homies from the ghetto, We say we're streetwise and cool
But who the hell are we kidding, we went to public school
So we leave all that, and we start the show
We play our instruments, and we stay with the flow
Cause our exparation date is coming real soon
We stick out like a freakin' sand dune
Never ever mislead the people again
Cause we are evil evil is sin
You know it ain't so bad to be from the Midwest
Instead of the coast, and we're all a big mess
The Ohio kids are boring, they don't have enough sass
But the Ohio kids are gonna and kick your ass
Who are you when you said we wouldn't make it
Look at us today
We bring down the house in the Buckeye State
And across the USA
Yea we're freaky and we bust all day long
Moves on the stage
We have our own show, only friends no foes
So to the next page
Yeah quit looking at us cause we ain't from Long Beach
And we ain't from L.A. or Harlem, don't preach
But we still got the sounds
Enough to go around
We spew neat grooves
And hell, we got moves
We aren't the best, but we ain't the worst neither
We totally don't suck like a vacuum cleaner
Cause we are not fooling anybody here
We're from the suburbs we have hopes and fears
We got guitars, amps and drums
We write songs when the feeling comes
What you got to say to that
Instrumental break

Gremlin's Soul
Words by J. Posner
Music by N. Feuer

moderately slow punk beat

He lives
In his own pain,
And he watches
kids at play
he discovers
Stabbing his brain
Is the pressure
of his day
(bass comes in)
self esteem
say he's a crazy
they don't know him
and they don't try
at best is hazy
hes always sad
but never cries
But he never met a guy, that wasn't cool and fly
He can count his friends on one hand they're the ones that never cry
But if you take a good glance, and you give him a chance,
You'll find that he's an ass hole and he might deserve to die


What is it
Is it nothing
But a lie
Is it nothing
But a feeling
That escapes you
When you die

What is it
Is it nothing
But a feeling
We discover
We get by

He's a meanie
And a badass
With his razor
Sharp claws
any prison
Cannot hold him
He ignores
All the laws
Can you take it
Try to meet him
If he doesn't
Kill you first
Will you make it
And defeat him
As far as monsters
He's the worst


But you go up to his house he pours a cup of coffee black
And you better tell the truth or he will go and attack
And if you play your cards right, and get through the night
The mofo may stay sane, and he might not blow his stack




Tell Me
Words by J. Posner and L. Campanell
Music by L. Campanell

Spill your guts if you must
Start a fire in my ear
But I don't wanna care
about the rapture in first gear
Bring the mallet down on my aching crown
Exploding in pain
The words writhing down
Like a crazy cherry stain
You try to talk to me...but it's hard to see
With all this funky crap
You gotta pay a fee
Well you live in the slums but all I got is my drums
And I play em real hard
my whole life needs some Tums
Try to find but hide inside the kind of lies that never die that keep it loose you know the truth but you can see it in your eyes
Minivan, don't give a damn
You come with a smile
But if you wanna call my house
Get off your ass and dial

Tell me your name
I wanna call you
Right now
Since you play games
I guess we'll never meet
Are you insane
Carbonation gets to me
Pepperoni or plain
Why don't we wait and see

You're just a puzzle
A Rubiks cube of thoughts
Cause any crazy fool knows I can't be bought
Bring the pendulum down
Like in the Poe's tail
Cause if you try and try
Your sorry ass is gonna fail
Tried and true I'm promising you
A letter, a lie
Seeing with the third eye
Be cool, be right
Get through the night
As you cry dry tears
Sort through your fears
Hitting 4, pushing 5
Head so sore it needs a high
But you don't cause you know
it don't do no good
And you think it should
But I'm tired and worn
Fighting the song of the fight
Of the night
As the presence on
You find yourself wanting to call
Me, plain to see
That you can fall
Or is it you I wanna call


Yeah you knowits dope and smack have a heart attack take a lunch pack on your trip to the stack
And you break the mold they made you in gonna see you there, yeah
And its funky and its great you're gonna try on a size 8 yea cause the gate it
is your fate and it's too late to relate
Cause you crawl all over me like you was Sajak on TV
And you lose, you lose in the end

Chorus Tangerine Boy
Words and Music by L. Campanell
Yea and I knew this guy
He was great We was fly
And I could tell this guy
Anything that crossed my mind
I loved him
And sometimes hated him
But always at the end of the day
I'd love him again
He was a bro and nothin' mo'
You couldn't love him like that
Me all scattered and him my backpack
He's my tangerine boy
He smells so sweet
And acts so nice
Peel him open and bite into a slice
Bittersweet but you can't tell
My tangerine boy saves me from my own hell
Yea and he turned out to be
Someone who I could talk to
For a minute and he knew
What I would say next
So close but so far apart
You cannot tell what's in
My tangerine boys heart
Until one day
His heart taken away
By a girl who knew
She could do what she wanted to do
He'd never faltered
And stayed to console
But she tore him up
And bled his soul
My Tangerine boy
Oh how I love him so
Who know what he feels
He never lets it show
He's my tangerine boy
He smells so sweet
And acts so nice
Peel him open and bite into a slice
Bittersweet but you can't tell
My tangerine boy saves me from my own hell
And now I tried But than failed
Lost in the shuffle
Like a piece of mail
Like folded paper
And a clear message outside
But you just never know
What all is hidden inside
He's my tangerine boy
He smells so sweet
And acts so nice
Peel him open and bite into a slice
Bittersweet but you can't tell
Put me back on the shelf from where I fell

Village Bicycle
Words by J. Posner
Music by L.Campanell
So I was sittin' at the lunch table
Listening to Usher on the radio
And I was wonderin' if I was totally able
To get through my life too young to know
The crowd of kids walked by now
As I looked at them, and then at myself
They get their lovin' somehow
But it's dangerous to the mental health
(guitar section)
Could I ever get women like that crowd
No way, but that don't get me down
Cause do I really want to scream so loud
At a messed up bitch who flashes shit before town

She's the village bicycle
(ooh ooh)
Anyone with a quarter has a real good chance
She's the village bicycle
(ooh ooh)
The girl's a 24/7 hootchie dance

She's the village bicycle
(ooh ooh)
The guys with her know they'll hit a home run
She's the village bicycle
(ooh ooh)
Since when is paying for your woman considered fun?

I think we all deserve better
We need an interesting girl who we'll all treat right
We don't treat her like a sweater
Roll the poor girl off when it becomes a hot night
I know I shouldn't be complaining
Any girl that I can get would be just fine
But inside her it's raining
The girl should be starting her own phone sex line(1-900-BIG-ONEZ)
She could change her own ways
And not be open 24 hours a day
It's a big endless maze.
But she could keep being like that shit anyway.

Instrumental solo

The Pissed Off Song
Words by J. Posner
Lost my virginity at three years old
Camped out in the freezer to the freezing cold
Im just trying to discover
If I'll ever find a lover
It just isn't fine
(no no)
Drink a cappuchino with Irish Cream
Fanticize phillosiphize like in a sex dream
This thing is hell
Under my voodoo spell
This crazy shit isn't mine
(no no)
Well you can go into the therapy
Or watch some murders on TV
Just remember what you think
Who gives a damn,
im pissed

(at you and you)

Cause You don't let me be and you're in control
(so you and you)
Get away from me!

Stand right there and smoke some weed
That shit is a real good deed
Look around
Stay on the ground
Having a great time
(no no)

Be a ho or be a bitch
Don't care long as you repair your glitch
Break your neck
Hold on a sec
I'm sure going blind
(no no)

Just go round and lose your brain
Try and stand your unbearable pain
Just remember what you think
Who gives a damn
I'm pissed


Movie of Your Life
Words by J. Posner and Lauren Campanell
Music by L. Campanell
Lauren-Tell me what you want, what you want from me
Trying hard to keep it real, blinded what you can't see
Is that while I wave to you.. aw I'm waving you goodbye
The shit just hit the fan and flew into my eye but I
Could still see just what you're doing to me
This ain't Melrose Place not fake like on TV
Riding off on a whim spending all your time with him
Better get a new idea cause your lightbulb's getting dim
This isn't an old flick sometimes the bad guys win
You're feeding on your ego get a fork and lets begin
You're not skating on thin ice but you're floating in thin air
You seem so far away wonder if you're even there
I'm going out of my way just to justify your state of mind
This time you're over my line this is now kicking it live
You've done this before and you're doing it again
How many times you gotta learn with him you cannot win

You're lying to me and you're lying to yourself
This obession you have is bad for your health
Just sit right back and watch the movie that you made
90 minutes of lies until the picture starts to fade

You're lying to me and you're lying to yourself
This obession you have is bad for your health
You forget about us, forget where you came from
Help won't be there when you wanna get some

Some people look at me and they think then
That loser won't get nowhere he belongs in the pen
The penitentiary I mean where good minds go to rot
Where the food is from last week and the weather is hot
Im not a delinquent here, just concerned about you all
How you could get pumped full of lead in the food court of the mall
Theres a sniper with a scope standing naked in the Gap
Right next to the homie with the boom box playing rap
That's just how I feel when we're all around
Like you'll go beserk at anything, the slightest sound
You're so damn crazy about this guy you know
Its hard as hell but you gotta let go
It won't ruin anything just give him some space
And then for other people leave a special place
So all I say is leave room for the small and weak
Cause when your man is gone you'll be up shit creek


Aw this ain't nothing but a game and you are the pawn
Like a mocking bird imitating the same song
Lift up your head and get a breath of air
Spending all your time in a self-absorbed lair
We care about y'all and we're telling you now
Gotta get your own mind and we'll show you how
Making ties and breaking lies and coming clean
Your dirty sheen is washing away to the newfound light of day
None of that, I'm so goddamn pissed
I've been to hell and back I've had enough with this
Stick inside my head you wanna look around
What the hell's stopping you get off the ground
Trash my ass in to the mash you love to bash it won't last
You try so hard to be normal, but then you smoke some grass
Never ever look at you in the exact same way
Can you earn my respect again, not today

Instrumental solo




Lyrics by L. Campanell


Try to cry but die inside - runnin' dry and down on fly meeting the lies of ties and your eyes gleam a hopeful sheen I hate to brake and make the happy fake it make it shake it take it away don't stay cant stay another day hey feel deal with the pain no gain whilstin' out again by the skin of your teeth and you try to preach to all you call and a fall from grace hit you in the face smack pack lack the point of view we once had idiots and suicide hurt you but only on the inside make your rents pay the pence and hurt lingers while

you play in 6 feet of dirt hurt them the most toast dead corpse host like life a trife don't gamble with the deadly dice


Its not that bad had never been seen worse than that back on a track to the past wallow swallow grief you are like a autumn leaf once so bight light filtering through you now faded and pale life ain't so swell and all

you can think is yall burn in hell you think we made me like this its not your fault at all - all your doing is

putting the lid on the cap ignore lack a face put you in your own place ya feel bad so sad wanna hurt you g'head it wont make you mad if your that bad but its just your fault you feel this way get out dis funk we all love you we say




Lyrics by L. Campanell

Everything is scattered like a little boy's room

Filled with hopes and toys and dreams made of blue

Uh huh oh yea and

tell me what do I do

When I cant stop lovin' you

Proclaimed like and angel lifted from the spirits high

Make its easy on me when the gods start to cry

Like a Dalmatian who's spots are like a 'bow

Like a flaming' cherry pie will make you wiser than you know

A profit ungh once said let my people go

Did he mean the heart? Did he mean the flow?

Ungh and tell me what do I do?

When I'm so in love with you

Proclaimed like an angel lifted from the spirits high

Make it easy on me when the gods start to cry

I drink my fruit juice only 10 percent legit

Givin' the advice than you start to quit

Should it make any sense when your not by my side

Brushin' off chocolate tears from the heavens high (distant) (Assuming there is one!)

A star like on TV and all I see is you

Behind the silkscreen the untamed little shrew





Lyrics by L. Campanell

I call you


Come upon us all

I call you Azreal

Because you only learn

From mistakes and hurt

Come and take


I hate for them to feel pain

But for my answers I have searched


So self involved using

Their personalities as tools


hey never mean to hurt

But they're ignorant fools


Come Azreal


Be free

Please fly Azreal

You cannot change a person

But you can make them see


I've been there before

And thought about it longer


Whatever doesn't kill us

Only makes it stronger


And if your so afraid

Of being out of place

To be weak and sad

If you call the Azreal

Its only a moment of weakness

The last one you'll ever have


Come Azreal


Be free

Please fly Azreal

You cannot change a person

But you can make them see


Repeat and fade




(note, this next song was written by Lauren Campanell and is also part of her musical that she is writing)


When can love prevail over all that is wrong?

At what point does it define the lines drawn?

And what's it worth for it all?

Is it love enough to make through it all?

What is worth more?

His life or mine?

Is this what love

Is supposed to make us all find

In desperate times

We never thought might come

I could save him or die myself

Or die in trying

Is it dying for love or love dying?

I could keep it all to myself

Die inside live in my own hell

To everyone else they'd never know

To let it all out or wallow in sorrow

Or is it to myself that I'm lying

Is it dying for love or love dying






Lady Luck

Lyrics by L. Campanell


I was there that fateful night

Behind a wall I hid with fright

A man came by with a small shot gun

Blatant criminal on the run

He shot a man the head

Then left him for the dead

But dontcha know what's not fair

The wrong man is going to the chair

A runner - he was passing by

Heard the shot and heard his cry

Knelt down by the victims knee

"Please help me!" the victims plea.

Took his pulse and wrapped him tight

Wasn't enough that fatal night

He honored that dying man's plea

Shot him out of his misery

Trembling he dropped that gun

"Oh my god what have I done?"

I saw the whole thing and what can I do?

If I testify he'll shoot me too.

The runner was he was thrown in jail

This time justice didn't prevail

He went to trial and told his side

But the Jury sentenced "Take his hide!"

The real killer was a "wittiness " there

And the runner was sentenced to the chair

With a final statement the runner quote he,

" Oh, dear lord. Why'd it have to be me? "

I let that person die, why could I not see?

…The killer is a better man than me.

2 people dead, neither of them knew

It's only right I shoot myself too.