ITT: Rate each other's songs

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>>74003834
sounds like a country or glam rock song

Weekday nights are always listless,
Thinking about broken dreams, and lost wishes,
Maybe the next generation will help things quiet down,
Dealing with the drunken misses,
The cigarette flavored kisses,
Maybe it’s about time I find a new place to lurk around.

In the recesses of your mind,
There is peaces you may find,
Though thinking for myself hasn’t really gotten me anywhere,
So a drink to you my friend,
And once more, once again,
We’ll cheer to the end of this eternal despair.

Stumbling through the night,
Over vagrants in rubbish,
Everything is but fright,
And you’ll forever remain loveless,
Though there may be an end to this condition,
My friend,
Will it really matter in the end,
If this is just our attrition?

2/100

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>>74004021
I would like to hear this to a tune, otherwise really cool

Monday morning, 12 o’clock
Still recoverin’, from another shock
I can’t forsake her, I can’t maintain
The image of it, I can’t explain

Although I remember, a lot isn’t clear
The fleeting fragments, of my dear
I saw her from back, her face wasn’t still
My mind still hurts; it’s being hit by a drill

Her hair was shaky, it moved around
My ears were exploding, heard bursts of pure sound
Intoxicated, though sober than most
I looked fantastic, I try not to boast

So I walked on over, by her seat
My eyes were ‘a melting, by the searing heat
She looked now towards me, couldn’t say a word
Not to look in her eyes and so nat’rly I turned


I was flying on over, anxious to be
In beaches on coastlines, a sight to see
For cynical bastards, who drink ‘till they burst
And girls who will praise you, who’ll put you up first

Yes now I remember, remember her name
That heavenly goddess, who sat on the plane
Her blond silky hairdo, her passion and fire
That pushed me on over, with flaming desire

I see I’ve arrived now, I’m packing my bags
But this isn’t Kashmir, it’s bloody, black rags
Whatever, I don’t care, what’s important now
Is how I can get laid, in this shanty town

And then when I entered, a broken-down shop
Slipped behind a bruiser, a drunk and a cop
Was then when I found out, her name and uh
It rang in my brain loud: “Australia”