"My obsession is all around
on every wall and on the ground
Billy, your face it is so fine
we should meet and talk sometime
Zero is the number on the shirt you wear
why did you shave off all your hair?*
Your music touches me in a way...
I guess its too fucking hard to say
I've always loved you right from the start
and you'll always have a place in my heart"
-Laura Corgan
* I really do like him bald, but I needed something to rhyme!
Words of a Fallen Prophet
Don't talk to me about heroes-
all of these men seem like fakes
All I know is that if you build it, they will come.
And this god of men built it (Don't ask me what)
and obviously we're drawn to it.
It takes blood and guts to be this cool,
but I'm still just a cliche.
-Kitten Molotov
A Tribute To Billy Corgan
The glowing aura of a man in black
His spirit shines through his words of wisdom, hate, and love.
He has the power to save the souls of the lost and defeated
Yet he still believes he is not enough.
He has filled so many hearts with love and hope.
His voice, his music, soothes the rage that is held in so many of us.
He lives to please, he lives for us,
and so many look down upon him.
His life has been sad, painful,
but through this tragedy,
he has raised himself above all the rest.
He creates songs of passion,
of belief, of experiences.
He has the hearts of so many people
in the palms of his beautiful hands,
and he still feels alone.
He is the mark of beauty, intelligence, love,
hope, faith, and everlasting wisdom.
William Patrick Corgan Junior
will be
"forever frozen, forever beautiful"
in our hearts, minds and souls.
-Dawn
As his pain shouts deep into my soul
I feel the warmth chase away the cold
Dark and lost I wandered into sorrow
It's only in his wake that I can face tomorrow
Relating to the toll his sadness brings
Feeling the words that he always sings
So who knows where his heart always lies
Or just how high his aeroplane flies
All we do is just what we can say
Telling how much we admire what he is today
So soft, the words travel up to the night
To inspire us all tonight so bright
Never to let fading memories go so soon
Live in his sorrow and be his June
-Adrian Bisson
A Toast To Billy
To you a beloved friend I do not have.
To you a light few see.
To you a god satisfying our need
the need to know.
For you and all you have told.
To you and all you withold.
For you happiness
may it last long.
To you and all that you will touch
for them you mean so much.
To your wealth, no, it's not worth as much as your health.
To your smile that separates the miles between your heart and ours.
To your success, no, that's not what makes living the best.
To the generations, may they know.
To then, to know, to what is, to what was.
For what could be, for what might have been.
To God and the entire kingdom above.
Here is wishing long life and love.
-Emily
*note* after this poem was submitted, it was copyrighted, and I believe is going to be published! And you guys got to see it first-how cool it that?*
Something Like Love
Your name is all over my papers
Your face is on my wall
I save everything I've gotten from you
You're everyone I call
I daydream you and me alot
Stories I make up myself
I watch you alone, I sit in a corner
Your smile is on my shelf
You mean the f**king world to me
Without you, I don't know
I only wish you'd talk to me
As my obsession grows.
I can't see my suicide
I don't intend to die
Until I know your fate's long plans
So I can only cry.
I know you know that I exist
You know my feelings too
You know you weren't meant for me
But you know that I love you...
I hope...
-Erika Rodkin
A Poem and a Story
This is a poem inspired by Billy Corgan. A friend of mine recently died (Brandon James Settle on February 22, 1998) in a car
accident, it was the saddest time in my life. All I did during the days after his death was listen to the Pumpkins, grieve and cry.
I learned alot about life and death just listening to the words, the music. If I ever met Billy I would thank him for helping me
cope. Anyways, as I said, he helped me learn about life and death and inspired my to write this poem/song. Well here it is.
"Billy"
He isn't just a man,
He is the picture of a thought.
In sadness and pain his music is wrought.
You can hear the love in his words,
he has intellegence I have never heard
.
I understand,
he is so true, this man.
There isn't a word to describe,
what he feels inside.
Billy,
Only a few are like you.
So many people don't know what to do.
You have helped us so much
if only you knew.
-LaurieAngels
Lyrics for Billy
Love burns with the intensity of the sun, where once your journey ended and mine had just begun.
The heat of passion in a moment of pain, we had ourselves to lose and the world to gain.
We had our souls to lose and heaven to gain.
Now I stand alone, spend all my time at home.
I miss you and long for the time we spent looking for the gold at the end of our lucky rainbow.
Who would have known we could climb so high only to fall so hard and... only to fall so far?
The heat of passion in a moment of pain, we had ourselves to lose and the world to gain.
We had our souls to lose and heaven to gain.
Life has been a lot of oysters without a pearl.
Just you, little girl, and the night.
But you were always gone before morning's first light.
I let you in my heart thinking we would never part.
Never is a promise only lovers can make and always is a promise only lovers can fake.
The heat of passion in a moment of pain, we had ourselves to lose and the world to gain.
We had our souls to lose and heaven to gain.
- Emily Coffey aka Daydreamer
make me up with all you fill
the boy inside the pictures
no one understands the world but you
you break up all the listeners
there is not enough here
but too much to say
can't explain the way
the boy inside holds my heart
and cleans me with his rhymes
and help us all tolerate
the world about our faces
and boy with the dirty smile talk yourself clean
so much here so much gone
who knows where to turn us on...
billy...
- teresa marie foster
" MY THOUGHTS OF BILLY"
Billy, I wish I could have you all,
Tho I'd freak if I saw you at a shopping mall.
Your face is so divine,
Billy, don't you know your so FINE!
You look good in dresses,
And you help other bands when they're in messes.
I wish I could meet you any way,
But what would kick if you could come to my house for a day.
~BY:Bonnie Stuart ( I love you Billy!)
he's not a roll on deodorant
nor an asshole-guess again
but he's much more smarter than his slaggers
billy our favourite friend!
(heh heh)
-Nads
If only they see who I am
I'd never be as lonely as I stand
Starved for love is how I suffer
In their eyes I'll be nothing
I can be bright, I can be dark
Light me up, I'll create a spark
Now I burn, and I hurt
In their eyes I'll be nothing.
-Sun King
Billy is the rise after the fall, and I worship him because he's bald!
-Nick Stewart
This is something I was playing with long before I had Adore or the Viper Room bootleg. I am NOT plagarizing Billy and I stopped work on this after I heard Tear/I saw you there. ~ Emily AKA Daydreamer
The night came to pass
Saw dark through a looking glass
The light came on fast
Lost in morbid drag
Gone in a flash of blood
That you knew no on lacked
The cold came to pass
Frigid stares from behind glass
Gone in a blast of wind
You sent from the gods
You left the light
I stand alone
To watch you go
The sun is gone
It all went wrong
There's nothing out there
The sky won't rain
We're all in pain
There's nothing out there
The truth is gone
It all went wrong
There's nothing out there
There's nothing but pain
There's nothing to gain
There's nothing out there
There's nothing to gain
Clouds bring rain
Scars remember pain
There's nothing out there
-Emily Coffey
This is something I've been playing with that is nothing but the start of a song chorus.
Pain is all I have to give
Pain is all I have to live
Let my soul thrive in the ways of you
Let my soul comfort in the things you do
How can I explain it's so unreal
How can you feel my emotions so surreal
Nothing in my life has ever felt this good
I never knew how to be happy of if I should
You let my gaurd down
I can feel you in the air and all around
Let me give you all that I can give
Let me breathe ,feel and taste your music, it's how I live
-gabriel/aka/glynis
note: I wrote this poem yesterday- it's inspired by Billy and he sort of appears in it at the end. He is at least half of me- he has shaped my present self as well as my dreams and ambitions. I love him sometimes more than myself. He creates little special pockets of time for me that I relish- the first time I listened to annie-dog, my eye caught a feather floating lazily down before my eyes- and it just seemed so appropriate. He knows when to make me smile, he lays beside me and we help each other fall asleep. Adore came at the exact time when I needed him and it scares me at times how uncanny this whole thing is. I love you, Billy. See you in 17.
***She descends forth into the beck and call of the obliqueness
of white stars burning in a black sky,
tinged with red, we see her
silhouetted against the canvas.
This search is one that she embarks on with dry throat and silenced eyes
She calls to no one with those eyes.
She knows that, in this limbo of her mind, the slightest stir will be noticed.
Her world, for the time being, must remain inaccessible.
Audible shouts that cease for a second her search.
A glance checked, a lift of the copper lantern with slender wrist.
she peers over the edge of the precipice- the silence nods in agreement as she gasps in horror
at the sight of what her thoughts have done to her fancies.
They lie, strewn about among the lilies of imagination
Her many loves, the shimmering wishes and dreamscapes that she paints with her mind’s paintbrush
instead of painlessly vanishing into thin air, she finds them mangled, lusterless, and torn.
An electric shock of despair crackles through her
sinking in this dramatic sentence to her knees.
Music on silver wings sweeps through the bed of lilies and for a moment everything is forgotten
The girl retrieves one of her mangled dreams and uses the sharp edge to cut a hole in the ground.
threw shimmering purple lights and she descends again
leaving a lemon twist of light behind
the twilight closes in on the wreckage once more.
Through our omniscent eye we find her
Sitting crosslegged in a stagnant pool of memories
her hands play idly with bits of new thought like decievingly sharp-edged pieces of glass
her mind is once again busy shaping futures with rosy hues.
the pools stretch before us like so many mirrors-muddy mirrors. frogs and water snakes love memory pools.
A man in big black overcoated strides splashes towards her through the scattered puddles
Her face, eager, turns towards this new entity in wonder.
except for a long, jagged scar across his forehead, he has escaped the desecration of her dreams.
She joyfully takes his hand and pulls him down into the puddle with her.
the shards of glass glint and slowly float down to settle in the muck of the pool.
there is an antiquity about this place. they hold hands and jump out of the puddle, landing hard on the ground and
making a large indent in the soft ground. holding on tightly, they sink through the floor.
a chorus of frogs greets their leaving.
puffs of ancient white dandelion spiral towards the puddles and float laughing on the surfaces.
Doubt begins to creep through her once again as they are pitched into velvet black and calm.
he is still beside her but she can no longer see him-only hear his voice, singing.
the search is not going as she planned.
she yearns for her copper lamp.
In the impossibility of this black day realm, she finds a mirror and glimpses her true reflection without aid of light.
By pushing on the mirror she flips herself out and into the openness of a pure soul.
The search will have to be ended her lamp clatters to the floor
she hangs her faith cloak up behind the door
In all her days of searching she has still not found what she’s looking for.
-JC
Head up to the sky
Always pink cloud of emotion around you
I wish with liquid tears liquid wet
That they didn't know you
play in the closet holden because they can't understand you
Sad but true
If anyone, play for me
Because I listen with my skeletal soul and I hear you
And I want to wrap my need around you
And I can sing with unused words too
(just a little practice)
No more crowded bars the roar of voices who disregard and add into the
Hum instead of sinking into the bliss of you.
Take your soma and fall asleep
On your bed of poppies
Wrapped in blue foam bliss a delicious dream
I'd rather feel my sharp edged pain for want of ache of you than soma.
When I'm all alone that’s when I can feel you
My arms wrapped around my legs wrapped around your body
A back and forth rock back and forth black wish it was worse
Wanting pain the cold edge knowing of nothing else wanting of no other taste
Than you, sweetheart.
Empty days follow empty nights follow empty days the nights and days eating each other
Wishes that somehow I was good enough to play in the closet
Like you.
-Rasputina
***march 6 1998 after listening to ava adore acoustic and my soul started shaking***
"The King of Gloom (For Billy)"
The king of gloom
king of my heart
If we meet again
I hope we'll never be apart
Make me your girl
I'll never leave your side
You are so perfect
and you don't have to hide
You've saved my life
You are my love
An angel that came
from heaven above
When you speak
we all listen
Your words are like
a religious mission
You are so beautiful
Your face is so sweet
Your body is so gorgeous
from your head to your feet
When I hear your voice
it's like an angel crying
I feel your tears
My heart is dying
The world's been a better place
since you came around
I wish you'd live forever
and hold my heart when I'm down
Words cannot describe
his perfection in my eyes
I'd write a million stories
I'd tell a million lies
The point of this little verse
though it's not hard to see
Is that I will always love you Billy
and I wish you could love me.
-by Lilyana
Billy...
You are my world.
Billy...
You are deep within my heart.
Billy...
Your words make me feel.
Billy...
If you could only know how much I care.
Billy...
No one equals to you.
Billy...
You light up so many peoples lives.
Billy...
I would run my fingers thru your hair,but...THERE'S NOTHING THERE!
-Brooke Jankowski
Doomy Little Goth-Pop Songs
Billy is a dearie
some people think of him queerly
Queerly?
Not nearly!
In fact it's all the other way
Billy is a musical staple
as sugar is to maple
as TV is to cable
In fact it's quite the same
I love all those pumpkins dearly
I hear their music clearly
Sometimes I catch myself dreaming
Wishing they weren't so many miles away
Although, I know in my heart when I find my start
I will meet them all some day
I know I'll find a way
Tomorrow is just a day away
Who knows what luck might come my way?
....as you can well see, this poem has nothing what-so-ever to do with doomy little goth-pop songs. I just used the senor Corgan method of naming things.
I actually did talk to him though.(Even if he knew me as the screaming girl in the third tier. He still let me make a request
because I was very enthusiastic.) Those smashing turnips rock!
-"tef"
"Don't Blame Billy [Please Forgive]"
I hear you as you scream and run away
From your fears that are already here
But will never endure
And contrary to what you might regret
Only lovers could not forget
The prominence of what was left behind
And even though we've never met
I still believe there's a commom bond between the two of us
And others try to put you down
And others try to make me drown
In my self-conscience
But I will stand my ground
As long as I don't fall over
The tragedies you've lived past are over
But voiced in *intangible, unspeakable ways*
That are incongruent with each other
And others try to put you down
And others try to make me drown
In my self-conscience
But I will stand my ground
As long as I don't fall over
And during meditation within your soul
Something's burning deep inside
I listen carefully, but implacably
My love for you, not always buoyant
Broken apart in anonymous crescendo
And others try to put you down
And others try to make me drown
In my self-conscience
But I will stand my ground
As long as I don't fall over
The brightest luminary
Biggest star in my life
And if it were March
This would be your present
(Written November 17, 1995)
-Victoria Prescott
He is the one
I keep inside my dreams.
I hold his key to his heart
that echoes with every scream.
He whispers secrets for me
in his own world.
He is the God that keeps me happy
and the truth to the Lord.
He could never stand tall,
but when he looks deep.
He looks into my eyes
and he makes me weep.
Dearly, I know
and dearly to you
Billy is forever
and forever is true.
I should never be sad
but always look bright
to the man that is
the one to be right.
He speaks to my soul
and then I would know
that I truely love him
and all his stars that glow.
He kisses his stars
and someday he'll kiss me too.
'Cuz Billy is forever
and forever is true.
-Siva
Throughout the Day and throughout the Night
Billy sees me and scares off my fright.
I see through him and I belong to him
Nothing more seems so real.
He gives me what I need to learn.
He teaches me the ways of life.
He understands every spoken word.
He tells me wrong from right.
He saves lives with strong feelings
He sees everything with meaning.
And now I know the meaning of life
Because of Billy I know who I am.
I protect the thoughts of Billy.
He shines and he understands.
-Siva
The paleness of your skin and depth seen through your eyes,
Are the one and only reason On earth my body lies
Someday we'll be together no matter how long I wait,
I am yours forever, and you're my perfect date.
-Cris Andrews
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You are the stars in my sky at night
You make me feel beautiful after a fight
When I wake up and stumble to the mirror
Deep rings around my eyes
Wrinkles around my mouth
Sickness around my stomach
Darkness around my soul
You smile and tell me it's nice to see me.
So what if the cute guy in first period doesn't like me?
He exists for 45 minutes a day!
You are willing to be my father-brother-crush-lover-
Whenever necessary. You, Billy.
I look at all things beautiful and thank God He sent me you.
-Marie Z. (aka Scarlett Rose)
THE BIRTH OF THIS PUMPKINHEAD
I held a butcherknife to my wrist
streaming blood dripping from my shaking fist
the words, next i heard, changed me forever
it was not `i love you's ' or `until we're together'
But, a quiet.....disarm you with a smile............
the music quickly became my style
I dropped the knife to my feet
I listened to the chorus repeat
spellbound in 5 seconds or less
I think, maybe, I'd been blessed....
Still me, but not the same
I knew i must accept the blame
fix myself
love myself
I love the one who gave me back my life
-I'll always dream of being his wife
A gentle whisper, a sweet sweet hello...
I found him, but he doesn't know
so he remains the keeper of my life and soul
the JUGGERNAUT that keeps me whole
I longed for death, until he stopped it
I have all these feelings and I can't stop it
for some reason beyond my mind--
He'll be MINE, until the end of time........
Nikki *dedicated lovingly to Billy C.*
Billy, why can't you see,
my feelings, innocent and free
till we meet, I'll sit in grief
Until i know you love me.
-Amanda Corgan
Lonely city lights can't find us now
image bathed in sound and wrapped in time,
far upon the hill I saw my town
to the last goodbyes of a summer song,
lost dreams on the same old streets
I'm trapped inside a cold november night,
I know its just the pain I can't show
memories faded at the rim.
-Peter Mail
In his lyrics, I find comfort
In his face, I find love
In his voice, I find peace
In his love, I find me
with all that goes on in this fucked up world
he is there to find me
touch a place inside my soul
find that place and make it whole
without him I would not be living
only with rage and rats in cages
do I have him to thank for my life
so thank you spaceboy's brother
it's you that I adore, you will always be my whore
we must never be apart
-Heather
>Bands will come and bands will go,
All of them suck, dying after one show.
Their lyrics are bad,
their voices are sad..
I can tell
whats gonna be a fad...
There's one band that gonna last forever, I can see
it's the pumpkins, cause of BC!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Starla
When I first saw him I was scared
Cuz the man, he had strange hair
and drove a truck I loved so much
full of ice cream and stuff and such
I changed the channel quickly.
Then my father, one sweet day
gave my freedom's life away
and left me to the depth of fears
stringing long my last good years
I didn't think to turn back now
but suddenly and quite somehow
his voice and choice words came glaring at me from the sheet where I was hiding under crying for the mother sweet that lost me as I left her teet and came about the wrong wrong way before I could hear myself say before you take me tell me sir what it is that I've just heard that makes my ears bleed with pride and makes me wanna rip out my eyes with passion and agression and the love of hate and every little single place that makes me wanna scream inside but never let my goodness hide...
and my friend, sick in bed
turned the tv on instead
He wore a coat, big and furry
then my heart, in hurry
found itself, skipping beats
and my lips found heat, burning heat
as I asked "Who might that be?"
and she turned to me "Asking me?"
"I've seen that man, somewhere before"
"Well my dear, I don't know..."
"Ice cream trucks come to mind"
"You've always been the stranger kind"
"And if I said I think of pumpkins?"
"I'm sorry I can't think of anything that ryhmes with pumpkins"
"I need to go to the book store"
"May I ask whatever for?"
"I'm in the need of siamese dream"
"I've never heard of such a thing"
Then let me tell you what I did
I cried and sighed and tore the lid
to my heart when the drumming stopped
and vowed devotion till I croaked
because he gave me what I needed
and now I found myself alone
in comfort and with solitude
Dear Billy, you won't understand
because you live on your own land
and I'm here with me and the last of loves
no this... no that...
-Millieu
Billy Corgan, of whom I adore,
He's a god, nothing less, nothing more.
The heavens gave him a voice of angel wings,
My heart melts whenever he sings.
I've never met him, but still I know
That in my heart I love him so.
He is a mystery in the minds of all
His reign as a god shall never fall
his black sadness, and meloncholy,
Is so plain for us all to see
In his depression I shed my tears,
but yet his voice calms all my fears.
he is the world, the burning sun
Billy, you're truly the only one
Billy Corgan, for whom I adore
He is a god, nothing less nothing more.
-Stephanie
BILLY by the angel goddess
My daddy sold me / He forgot to let me fly
My mom abused me / I thought she would let me die deprived of loving / I never fell asleep in peace
my mind is dead now / I thought they'd never let me be
He told me " hold on and never let go
if you're dying now you're gonna do it real slow
oh baby they used you, you never did know
you suffered for them infinitely" (no...)
My guilt is growing / oh Billy I'm so tired
I thought you'd find out one day
I set our tragic lives on fire
and love I'm drowning
I knew you'd come and rescue me
My heart is breaking / I'll drown in dreams
chorus
Billy
Everything that's love makes me hate the way I am today / I know I'll make it through ok
Believe in me
I'm too afraid to go on
I'll seem faltered til the end
so inconceivable to me / I just can't understand
I've forgotten what I said
I know my voice was sad (love...)
I know my mind was empty / I know I was alone
bridge
chorus
My daddy sold me / He never knew I tried
The world rejects me / They know I'll never cry
Oh Billy I'm so tired
The World is my Vampire
Billy is my strength to live another day
It's hard being a pumpkins fan so far away
I look at him and see God through his eyes
For his music relates to my solemn cries,
He is a fantasy beyond compare
To show how much I love thee I shall dare
His music is medicine to my wirey heart
Feeling the vibe, yet we're so far apart.
-Andrea Duncan
My Opiate Love
My heart belongs to the man in black
Who's a philosopher and a musician
His head is round like a pumpkin
Just like his band
He has no hair, which is greatly attractive
He's very talented and shall go far
But his heart belongs to another
He shall never love me
-D'Arcy Greco
