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 Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 11:09 am
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I enjoy writing songs from time to time, and it's sort of hard to put rifts in to a forum, but lyrics are easy to add. If you write any, feel free to share, and if you don't want to, then I guess you can comment on other people's lyrics. To start us off, here's one that I wrote a few days ago.
From the insides of my cage
I’ve seen the bleak outside.
other cages filled with people
Stretching far and wide,
All around me people that
are trapped inside their minds,
Thinking that they’ve found a truth
That no one really finds.
No matter what you say or do
Your fate is much the same,
No one ever leaves their cage
Or knows from where they came,
There's no escape that's possible
When you think that you're free,
And when you try to look around,
Is truth what you can see?
I saw a young one with his mom
Complacent in a park,
Surrounded by a dozen birds
From cardinal to lark,
But when he said ‘that one’s a jay’
Then asked if he was wrong,
I knew he couldn’t see the birds,
No longer heard their song.
When you step your foot can’t know
The floor on which it stands.
Nor can the pencil that you hold
Be understood by hands,
Only the impression on
yourself is what you know.
From black and white to shades of grey,
to goodbye and hello.
Pretty versitile, so it could be set to a variety of tunes.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 11:13 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 11:20 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 6:25 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 6:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 6:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 12:22 pm
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Hehe, thanks. Actually wishing wells don't collect that many coins any more, just trash. Then again, trash has a resale value...
Alright, more lyrics because no one else posted any. Feel free to critique it too. Even flames keep me warm. smile
There was a man of reason, his mind had ruled his life,
With all the right investments, and a reasonable wife.
But looking out his window at happiness he knew,
His life had just been wasted,
His life has all been wasted,
His knew the mask he wore was far from true.
Though confidence was present in each and every stride
And when he felt he needed, he buckled down and cried,
But he knew those tears won’t cover, what he needed to cover
The hardest thing to hide is what’s not there.
From childhood to death bed his colors never were
His parents raised him greyscale, so fun could not occur.
But even in his early days when he still had control,
He shunned the thought of leisure,
As parents shunned all leisure,
And early on he forfeited his soul.
Soon the work had filled his life, while his life had most run out,
And he knew his work was useless, we all could do without,
But if there isn’t purpose then we create our own,
And so he kept on working,
He always kept on working,
His hands worked down to simple skin and bone.
But looking out his window, and seeing strife and pain,
He thought perhaps it’s best to be on this side of the pane,
While happiness would haunt him, the sadness let him be,
He thought that it was worth it,
He knew it wasn’t worth it,
But still he forced himself to agree.
And so he worked all through the night, but when the sun next rose,
He never woke to greet the day, though one can still suppose
That in his slumber he might guess what everyone else already knew,
That a life of work is not one to pursue.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 1:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 1:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 1:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 1:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:45 pm
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No one else wants to post any lyrics? Nyu. sad Oh well. Next one! This one I used the tune of I'm Alive by Neil Diamond ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erg0pSSPOgs )
Blackened skulls,
Of a past forgotten lore
Rest between,
Yellowed pages at the core
Broken heart,
From behind the novel door
Killing words,
Watch them tumble to the floor.
But every word
Can be written once again,
And every word
Adds a meaning to the end,
Crystal clear,
can you hear what they say?
Giving time a meaning here and now,
Every word that's written tells us how.
We can hold the past for future times
If we'll just hear what they say.
Dreamers lost,
In the words they've written down
Gone to dust,
As they fall without a sound
Telling Tales,
Of a villain tied and bound
But story's lost,
'Cause the hero can't be found.
But every tale
Can be written once again,
And every tale
Gives a meaning to the end
Crystal clear
Can you hear what they say?
Giving life a meaning here and now,
If we listen they will tell us how.
The past will hold us in to future times
If we just hear what they say.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 12:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 2:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 9:14 am
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