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05-09-2007, 12:16 PM
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Scribe
Join Date: May 2007
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Music?
Hear the amusement in their eyes
A willful self-taught comes as no surprise
A life full of expression comes with full disdain
Because it only leaves you deprived and full of medicative pain
Inspiration gets squandered away
Practical drudgery infiltrates
Money, is the all-purpose fulfiller
Another blooming individual is going to wither
They're going to wither, can't grow
It's one of the phenomenons in our cognitive dissonance
Our cognitive dissonance hinders enough
Now here comes the betting odds
Have to surpass radio and get on TV
Popular culture is the be-all to your success
Worrying about meaning is only the means for a regress
Originality gets squandered away
Public relations infilitrates
Money, is the all-purpose fulfiller
Another blooming individual is going to wither
They're going to wither, can't grow
It's one of the phenomenons in our cognitive dissonance
Our cognitive dissonance hinders enough
Another blooming individual is going to wither
They're going to wither, can't grow
It's one of the phenomenons in our cognitive dissonance
Our cognitive dissonance hinders enough
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Another blooming individual is going to wither
They're going to wither, can't grow
It's one of the phenomenons in our cognitive dissonance
Our cognitive dissonance hinders enough
Another blooming individual is going to wither
They're going to wither, can't grow
It's one of the phenomenons in our cognitive dissonance
Our cognitive dissonance hinders enough
La-La-La-La-Keeping me alive
La-La-La-La-Can still feel comfort
La-La-La-La-Ostensibly famous
La-La-La-La-Houses the size of a small country
La-La-La-La-No thoughts, no worries
La-La-La-La-La-La-La-La...
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The antecedent tries to dilapidate
But those reflections no longer speak so vehemently
A moribund being
Is all that you are now...
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05-12-2007, 04:25 AM
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Member
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and you laughed at my lyrics  |
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05-12-2007, 09:17 AM
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Ink Slinger
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Originally Posted by Dragonbreath666
and you laughed at my lyrics |
No shit.
Big words != meaning.
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05-12-2007, 10:08 AM
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Moderator
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: Indiana
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Yeah, right.
Putting this to music would require like an 8 beat measure (which doesn't exist). Lyrics in music do not have to be up to "writing" standard. It's always been that way... try reading the translation of "Ode to Joy." Pretty simple, but the effect is powerful.
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05-12-2007, 09:17 PM
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Best Seller
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Dude, why would it require an 8 beat measure? You have no idea how this is sung, thus you have no idea of the beat.
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05-12-2007, 11:26 PM
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Moderator
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Location: Indiana
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Originally Posted by T.W. North
Dude, why would it require an 8 beat measure? You have no idea how this is sung, thus you have no idea of the beat.
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It was a joke.
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