"She Sleeps Tight" by Will Dockery (critique by Rob Evans?)

[Will Dockery]

Only to discover that ther'e nothing there other than tired phrases from
other peoples lyrics.

Ah, can you point those out from the example below? And if not, then
perhaps s.t.f.u. with your senile lying, Mushmouth?

Thanks in advance, since I know that this task will be impossible for
you:

"She Sleeps Tight", vocals by Will Dockery & Sandy Madaris, guitars by
Brian Mallard. Paintings by George Sulzbach:

She Sleeps Tight

Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater smile.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.

Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.

Won't be long,
until I see her face.
She's waiting
in an undisclosed place.
I've been conspired
banned from my muse.

This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.

In Salem town
she keeps her chin so high.
Darkened breeze
she smiles as I roll by.
Step inside
she looks for tables left.

Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.

Like a Steamboat
she plans to roll on down.
To the Gulf
out of this dirty town.
Copper mesh
kept stuffed in a jar.

Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.

We know him
eye deed by his ship.
In a trap
a kind of goosechase trip.
Whiskey fumes
and stale gunsmoke.

Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.

Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.

-Will Dockery (words)
Brian Mallard (music)

©2009 by Dockery-Mallard

[Will Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery

Only to discover that ther'e nothing there other than tired phrases from
other peoples lyrics.

Ah, can you point those out from the example below? And if not, then
perhaps s.t.f.u. with your senile lying, Mushmouth?
Thanks in advance, since I know that this task will be impossible for
"She Sleeps Tight", vocals by Will Dockery & Sandy Madaris, guitars by
Brian Mallard. Paintings by George http://youtu.be/9uGY157cpiU
She Sleeps Tight
Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater smile.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Won't be long,
until I see her face.
She's waiting
in an undisclosed place.
I've been conspired
banned from my muse.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
In Salem town
she keeps her chin so high.
Darkened breeze
she smiles as I roll by.
Step inside
she looks for tables left.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Like a Steamboat
she plans to roll on down.
To the Gulf
out of this dirty town.
Copper mesh
kept stuffed in a jar.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
We know him
eye deed by his ship.
In a trap
a kind of goosechase trip.
Whiskey fumes
and stale gunsmoke.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.
-Will Dockery (words)
Brian Mallard (music)
©2009 by Dockery-Mallard

The fact that Mushmouth s.t.f.u. on this lie is worth noting.

--
"Ashes to Justice", vocals by Will Dockery & Sandy Madaris, guitars by
Brian Mallard. Words and music by Dockery & Mallard:

[Rob Evans]

Our resident king dumbass squits...

Post by Will Dockery

Only to discover that ther'e nothing there other than tired phrases from
other peoples lyrics.

Ah, can you point those out from the example below? And if not, then
perhaps s.t.f.u. with your senile lying, Mushmouth?

Only if you post an example of "lyrics" (I know you can't manage poetry).

Post by Will Dockery
Thanks in advance, since I know that this task will be impossible for

Quite right - clever choice - a string of incoherent phrases without hardly
one complete sentence. Since it is not an example of lyrics there's no
reason to find real lyrics like it.

Wise of you not to use your "devil in a (what colour? - all together now!)
dress poem though. heh!

Rob
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-----------
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I reach for 45-calibre pearls


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[Will Dockery]

Post by Rob Evans
Only if you post an example of "lyrics" (I know you can't manage poetry).

As PJR asked me over and over about a poem I commented on... why do
you feel this isn't poetry?

I'm out of time right now so I'll ask you more detailed questions
later, but that's a start.

Post by Rob Evans

Post by Will Dockery
Thanks in advance, since I know that this task will be impossible for

Quite right - clever choice - a string of incoherent phrases without hardly
one complete sentence.  Since it is not an example of lyrics there's no
reason to find real lyrics like it.
Wise of you not to use your "devil in a (what colour? - all together now!)
dress poem though.  heh!

Not sure which poem you refer to... did you post critique on that, as
well?

Well, this actually has some worth, though... thanks for reading and
commenting, Rob!

--
"Ashes to Justice", vocals by Will Dockery & Sandy Madaris, guitars by
Brian Mallard. Words and music by Dockery & Mallard:
http://youtu.be/mzwD5-UI0p4

[Rob Evans]

Post by Rob Evans
Only if you post an example of "lyrics" (I know you can't manage poetry).

As PJR asked me over and over about a poem I commented on... why do
you feel this isn't poetry?

I'm out of time right now so I'll ask you more detailed questions
later, but that's a start.

Post by Rob Evans

Post by Will Dockery
Thanks in advance, since I know that this task will be impossible for

Quite right - clever choice - a string of incoherent phrases without hardly
one complete sentence. Since it is not an example of lyrics there's no
reason to find real lyrics like it.
Wise of you not to use your "devil in a (what colour? - all together now!)
dress poem though. heh!

Not sure which poem you refer to...

It is unmemorable, I agree. And, since it one of the latest you've posted
(yee haw!) that's pretty unmemorable indeed. Perhaps your bad memory is
just nature's way of easing the pain.

Rob
--
Rob Evans
-----------
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I reach for 45-calibre pearls


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[Will Dockery]

Post by Rob Evans
It is unmemorable

Well, thanks for checking it out and commenting, Rob.

--
"She Sleeps Tight", vocals by Will Dockery & Sandy Madaris, guitars by
Brian Mallard. Paintings by George Sulzbach:
http://youtu.be/9uGY157cpiU

[Will Dockery]

Post by Rob Evans
It is unmemorable

But I notice you backed off from the lies in your original statement

Post by Rob Evans
Only to discover that ther'e nothing there other than tired phrases from
other peoples lyrics.

Ah, can you point those out from the example below? And if not, then
perhaps s.t.f.u. with your senile lying, Mushmouth?

Thanks in advance, since I know that this task will be impossible for
you:

"She Sleeps Tight", vocals by Will Dockery & Sandy Madaris, guitars by
Brian Mallard. Paintings by George Sulzbach:
http://youtu.be/9uGY157cpiU

She Sleeps Tight

Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater smile.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.

Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.

Won't be long,
until I see her face.
She's waiting
in an undisclosed place.
I've been conspired
banned from my muse.

This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.

In Salem town
she keeps her chin so high.
Darkened breeze
she smiles as I roll by.
Step inside
she looks for tables left.

Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.

Like a Steamboat
she plans to roll on down.
To the Gulf
out of this dirty town.
Copper mesh
kept stuffed in a jar.

Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.

We know him
eye deed by his ship.
In a trap
a kind of goosechase trip.
Whiskey fumes
and stale gunsmoke.

Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.

Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.

-Will Dockery (words)
Brian Mallard (music)

©2009 by Dockery-Mallard

[Will Dockery]

Will Dockery wrote;

Post by Will Dockery

No, you claimed I had borrowed (Dale Houstman style) my poem from

another source.
Let's see what you "say" exists, Mushmouth... my work is
original,
and
you don't seem to be able to prove otherwise. If you can, do so,
if
not... then I call you a liar.
Simple enough, Mushmouth?
Here's the link, again, so go there, copy-and-paste your
imaginary

you didn't send a link to any copyable words

Sure I did, fool. Click the link below and the complete lyrics are
posted on the sidebar.

Nope.

No surprise there,
I agree.

agreeing that it's no surprise

It shouldn't be, Mushmouth, unless you're in denial about your problem. And
still wallowing in your delusional lies.

Since you seem to have forgotten, or are pretending to have forgotten, what
the origin of this long thread was, here's a reminder, and we can take it

It is unmemorable

But I notice you backed off from the lies in your original statement

Only to discover that ther'e nothing there other than tired phrases from
other peoples lyrics.

Ah, can you point those out from the example below? And if not, then
perhaps s.t.f.u. with your senile lying, Mushmouth?

Thanks in advance, since I know that this task will be impossible for
you:

"She Sleeps Tight", vocals by Will Dockery & Sandy Madaris, guitars by
Brian Mallard. Paintings by George Sulzbach:
http://youtu.be/9uGY157cpiU

She Sleeps Tight

Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater smile.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.

Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.

Won't be long,
until I see her face.
She's waiting
in an undisclosed place.
I've been conspired
banned from my muse.

This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.

In Salem town
she keeps her chin so high.
Darkened breeze
she smiles as I roll by.
Step inside
she looks for tables left.

Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.

Like a Steamboat
she plans to roll on down.
To the Gulf
out of this dirty town.
Copper mesh
kept stuffed in a jar.

Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.

We know him
eye deed by his ship.
In a trap
a kind of goosechase trip.
Whiskey fumes
and stale gunsmoke.

Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.

Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.

-Will Dockery (words)
Brian Mallard (music)

©2009 by Dockery-Mallard

[Will Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery

No, you claimed I had borrowed (Dale Houstman style) my poem from
another source.
Let's see what you "say" exists, Mushmouth... my work is original, and
you don't seem to be able to prove otherwise. If you can, do so, if
not... then I call you a liar.
Simple enough, Mushmouth?
Here's the link, again, so go there, copy-and-paste your imaginary

you didn't send a link to any copyable words

Sure I did, fool. Click the link below and the complete lyrics are posted
on the sidebar.

Nope.

No surprise there, you mushmouthed, senile liar.

--
"She Sleeps Tight", vocals by Will Dockery & Sandy Madaris, guitars by
Brian Mallard. Paintings by George Sulzbach.
http://youtu.be/9uGY157cpiU

She Sleeps Tight

Post by Will Dockery
Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater smile.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Won't be long,
until I see her face.
She's waiting
in an undisclosed place.
I've been conspired
banned from my muse.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
In Salem town
she keeps her chin so high.
Darkened breeze
she smiles as I roll by.
Step inside
she looks for tables left.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Like a Steamboat
she plans to roll on down.
To the Gulf
out of this dirty town.
Copper mesh
kept stuffed in a jar.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
We know him
eye deed by his ship.
In a trap
a kind of goosechase trip.
Whiskey fumes
and stale gunsmoke.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.
-Will Dockery (words)
Brian Mallard (music)
©2009 by Dockery-Mallard

[Rob Evans]

our resident king dumbass squits...

No, you claimed I had borrowed (Dale Houstman style) my poem from
another source.
Let's see what you "say" exists, Mushmouth... my work is original, and
you don't seem to be able to prove otherwise. If you can, do so, if
not... then I call you a liar.
Simple enough, Mushmouth?
Here's the link, again, so go there, copy-and-paste your imaginary

you didn't send a link to any copyable words

Sure I did, fool. Click the link below and the complete lyrics are posted
on the sidebar.

Nope.

No surprise there,

I agree. Neither is it a surprise that you still don't seem to know the
difference between this garbage and your blue dress garbage. I guess to a
lardarse of little brain, all
unspeakable shit looks the same.

Rob
--
Rob Evans
-----------
When I see a swine,
I reach for 45-calibre pearls


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