#1
It's a quickly written song i did in a few minutes. I'm aiming for a Ska/Punk type of lyric.
Thoughts and criticisms welcomed


Pick Yourself Up Son
Eli Pearson 10/10/08

[Verse 1]
Pick yourself up son,
The battle is not yet won.
The lords still cry out
The Police still run about.
No freedom in the land of hope and glory,
Walk half a mile, copper makes you gory.

All the parties
All the fun,
All the fights we could have won.
The fading lights of the town,
Walk around half pissed like a clown.

[Pre-Chorus]
Pick yourself up son, the bottle's not yet empty,
And where's that half a tenner you still owe me?

[Chorus]
Vomit stricken
Bruise ridden,
We are the generation of the drinking masses,
Grab a beer, Grab a shot,
Grab what you've got and raise those glasses.
Down one, two, three then floor,
Dance until you can't vomit no more.

[Verse 2]
Cheer up sunshine, It's just pot luck,
Streets covered in litter and muck.
A stabbing a day, that's the street way,
Economic Crisis, Prices go down,
Politicians on tv flashing a frown.
But cheer up sunshine, it's not for long.

Foriegn Lands plagued with war,
Prime-Minister's concerned with law.
Activists claiming we have to fight this,
Immigration's hit and miss.
Prisons are quickly filling up,
Is this a Government or a condemning judge?

[Pre-Chorus]
Pick yourself up Son, the bottle's not yet empty,
And where's that thirty quid that you owe me?

[Chorus]
Vomit stricken
Bruise ridden,
We are the generation of the drinking masses,
Grab a beer, Grab a shot,
Grab what you've got and raise those glasses.
Down one, two, three then floor,
Dance until you can't vomit no more.

[Musical Break]

[Break]
Remember little boys and girls,
For all the thrills and spills you get whilst you're young,
There are thousands whilst you're old and wise.
Never give up, never surrender, learn to love and not to despise.
Hug the person next to you, Give your crush and obvious clue.
Get married, have kids, settle on down and remember the days,
When you walked round half pissed like a clown.

[Chorus]x2
Vomit stricken
Bruise ridden,
We are the generation of the drinking masses,
Grab a beer, Grab a shot,
Grab what you've got and raise those glasses.
Down one, two, three then floor,
Dance until you can't vomit no more.
#2
I liked it! Definitely that ska kind of feel. I also really like how the lyrics have more of a European feel to them. As in '30 Quid you owe me', 'Prime Minister', etc. So used to seeing really American influenced lyrics and things like 'where the 30 bucks you owe me' its really great to see variety.
I don't really see any problems with this piece, for being a ska/punk it works perfectly!
this one is for you.