Smashy Glarse's Ass-Ortment of how to Write Fantastic Songs and Tunes

Smashy Glarse's Ass Ortment of how to write good songs and tunes.

Daddy:

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!

You were an ass,

So I called Mr.Gunglass.

He was my friend,

and he brought you to the end.

I really hated you,

and i hope you died full of poo.

You're a dick,

and also a prick.

Die bitch!

I've sure got an itch.

That was a jolly old tune about a son named James fakenamehere. (Fuck-num-a-hire) He appears in a new book I am writing, this song is in it too. The song is titled Daddy, and you can see the emotion of sorrow, and fear in the tune. The rhyming element helps in a tune, and as I've always said, songs are poetry with instruments. Here's the next one.

Charlie:

Charlie,  Oh Charlie, why are you lost at sea?

Oh, Charlie, Oh Charlie, I'm so lonely.

Charlie, Oh Charlie, why did you abandon me.

I remember your old wife,

She could've just used a knife.

I remember when you said I love you,

and she said it too.

She was bitch, and a drinker too,

she was a dick, and she didn't talk to you-ooh.

She drank her beer,

with her cigarrettes near.

Did she love you? Or was it just an act?

Charlie, Face the facts!

Charlie,  Oh Charlie, why are you lost at sea?

Oh, Charlie, Oh Charlie, I'm so lonely.

Charlie, Oh Charlie, why did you abandon me.

She sits on her throne of gold,

and she'll never ever get old.

Charlie she was married for the money,

and she really, really hated me.

Was it true love, or just an act?

Charlie, man you gotta face the facts!

Charlie I miss you.

Why are you gone from me?

Charlie I love you.

Why did you have to leave?

This song, titled "Charlie" was writen by me in the 1700s. It really captures the emotion on cheating wives, and crap like that. You see, the emotion on the page for Charlie's best pal, the singer is almost as worse at the fact that Charlie is lost at sea. Let me expain the story.

Charlie,  Oh Charlie, why are you lost at sea? (Why are you gone; what happened?)

Oh, Charlie, Oh Charlie, I'm so lonely. (It's lonely with you gone.)

Charlie, Oh Charlie, why did you abandon me. (Why did you leave me for death?)

I remember your old wife,

She could've just used a knife. (To kill you, instead of push you off a boat.)

I remember when you said I love you, 

and she said it too.

She was bitch, and a drinker too,

she was a dick, and she didn't talk to you-ooh. (She didn't talk to charlie, she just married for money.)

She drank her beer,

with her cigarrettes near.

Did she love you? Or was it just an act?

Charlie, Face the facts! (Did she really love you?)

Charlie,  Oh Charlie, why are you lost at sea?

Oh, Charlie, Oh Charlie, I'm so lonely.

Charlie, Oh Charlie, why did you abandon me.

She sits on her throne of gold, (When you died, she got all your money.)

and she'll never ever get old. (She has so much money, she can buy a new life.)

Charlie she was married for the money, ( She didn't love you, she loved your money.)

and she really, really hated me. 

Was it true love, or just an act?

Charlie, man you gotta face the facts!

Charlie I miss you. (I'm lonely without my best friend.)

Why are you gone from me? (Why did she kill you?)

Charlie I love you. (You're my best friend, and I love you.)

Why did you have to leave? (Why did she kill you?)

Everything in the parenthesis is the story. Have fun reading that. Here's the next one:

Hypocrits:

Walking down the alley and I got no friends,

but I know I got more than this guy.

Bump into him and he drops his phone,

"I'll just get a new one" he says.

Well shit, he's rich

it's obvious to say.

I don't know what makes me think,

this guy is going away.

Because everyone's a hypocrit,

and you're so fucking full of shit,

so run, run, run away.

Run run run away.

A man holding his baby.

With no wife, and no phone.

I seem to like this guy,

when he opens his mouth at me.

He says:

Hey man how you doin?

not bad so far. Then he squeels and says

Shit, my babies awake.

He takes his baby and throws it over board,

what if that was you I say?

He says, I don't give a shit, and neither should you

so mind your own damn buisness and leave.

Because everyone's a hypocrit,

and you're so fucking full of shit,

so run, run, run away.

Run run run away.

I'll see you in hell next.

That song was emotional because our main character, possibly of the name John was feeling emotion to kick everyone's ass and make fun of them. Sort of like a modern day hipster. John's a docuhe.