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    Compilation of lyrics [drafts]

    #1

    Pay no attention, everyone is so full of it
    Got no reason, everyone wants a bit.
    I can't please them, egoism at it's best
    Strolling down the hallway, on their self-proclaimed pedistals.

    Gotta play with the cards I'm dealt and not bid the flop with the cards on my belt.
    I would rather live on a concrete floor, then let you in my dark front door.

    I see no reason to even bother stricking around,
    cant be seen with the same old, this same old rotten crowd.
    I know their reasons, false ideals to live by.
    Seeing with their eyes closed, living in disbelief.

    Gotta play with the cards I'm dealt and not bid the flop with the cards on my belt.
    I would rather live on a concrete floor, then let you in my dark front door.

    __________________________________________________ __________________

    #2

    The path is going slower, though these years make me older. I'm going nowhere.
    And the road is too narrow, cold heart and shallow.
    The ends getting closer.
    This path leads to nowhere, so I won't go there.

    No concerns for where wheels are turning
    no concerns for what bridges are burning.
    No thought, no consideration,
    watching it all like a compilation.

    Luck has been run over, so now it's over. It's all over.
    Our feelings expired, it was you admired.
    Wrath is needed, one day you'll see it. You will see it.
    Our past will hunt us and make us struggle.

    No concerns for where wheels are turning
    no concerns for what bridges are burning.
    No thought, no consideration,
    watching it all like a compilation.

    Our timing is lawless, writing so flawless.
    Is it not knowledge?

    The future is windswept and too appaling, it's going nowhere
    nowhere but down
    I'm at the startline with no room
    without room I got no place to move.

    No pathway to follow, just caves to hollow.
    The voids are vacant [x2]
    My mind has ruptured, now I'm stuck here with no room to move.

    __________________________________________________ _____________

    #3

    Still walking around
    trying to find some of
    my kind. I'm searching around.

    Started hearing these sounds from a far away town
    where the skies are green
    and the trees won't grow.

    Yet all that was found was a piece of my mind
    from a brighter time
    a brighter time.

    And I walked down the streets with
    my trembling feet,
    as I looked up to the sky
    and I saw the heavens cry.
    Saw the heavens cry.
    Felt like I could die.

    __________________________________________________ ______

    #4

    From here on I denounce your self-righteous
    claim to claim what is mine
    The debt isn't mine and I owe you nothing.

    'Cause my mother always said a
    light purse is a heavy curse
    but how will I ever know when I have never had either

    Such glorified heroes but in nature are only transgressors

    I can no longer count on hand the
    continious times I have been remissed
    And even as young I would say make up
    your mind before the ink dries out.

    But to what ends
    they would just lay down the law.

    The debt isn't mine and I owe you nothing

    __________________________________________________ ______

    #5

    I have seen your face before in the mist of the sun
    such a radiant smile, I have never seen before.
    You were talking, I kept quiet. The same old story.
    Thought I had found my haven.
    Things turned out so different, I felt left out.


    Tonight will be your very last night.


    All you laid unto me, turned out to be lies
    now I dwell in the past, thinking you were just right.
    You said things, I dear not say say - after that, you walked away.


    Don't get too close to the sun, you'll just get burned.
    That's what they said, I did not listen.
    Now I'm stuck here, hurling in pain
    trying to make wrongs - right.
    But to what ends? To what ends?
    What lengths will I have to go for it to end.


    Spirits of day and ghosts of evening, some tend to themselves.
    I caught your glimpse with an open heart.
    You never shyed away from reason, and never laid out.
    You spoke of truth - something I want.
    Somethings just fit together, we were aligned.
    Like a puzzle piece, easy to figure out.


    All you laid unto me, turned out to be lies
    now I dwell in the past, thinking you were just right.
    You said things, I dear not say say - after that, you walked away.


    Don't get too close to the sun, you'll just get burned.
    That's what they said, I did not listen.
    Now I'm stuck here, hurling in pain
    trying to make wrongs - right.
    But to what ends? To what ends?
    What lengths will I have to go for it to end.
    Last edited by Oblivious Plunge; May 2nd, 2017 at 05:34 PM.

  2. #2
    I love this. I'll write more later.

  3. #3
    I hear all but #3 as slam poetry. Hmmmm.

  4. #4
    Punk vocal melodies are divided into syllables. So it might be familiar to slam poetry, sure.

  5. #5
    Bit tied up right now, but I'll get back to this ASAP.

    In the meantime, for anyone reading this out of context, OP and I share a love of the British bands The Fall, Joy Division and New Order.

    Hope you don't mind me mentioning it, Oblivious. You might want your lyric judged on its own merits. Personally, I think great songs can make a very good case for songwriting being our highest art form.

    When you've finished enjoying OP's work, why not brighten your day with this:

    https://youtu.be/71ZHVmSuBJM

  6. #6
    Darn. I did so much want to love your posted New Order. I am pre-Beetle era and regret not coming to admire them until much later. New Order song sounds monotonous to me. I hate monotony.

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    Ah, sorry to hear that, sas. Thanks for giving it a try. Do you have a favorite song?

  8. #8
    I like you and OP, so really hoped we'd dovetail on music. Maybe too many decades between us, although music is universal. I came to love Lennon's "Imagine" long after it was popular. It speaks to me, now.

  9. #9
    Quote Originally Posted by Oblivious Plunge View Post
    #1

    Pay no attention, everyone is so full of it
    Got no reason, everyone wants a bit.
    I can't please them, egoism at it's best
    Strolling down the hallway, on their self-proclaimed pedistals.

    Gotta play with the cards I'm dealt and not bid the flop with the cards on my belt.
    I would rather live on a concrete floor, then let you in my dark front door.

    I see no reason to even bother stricking around,
    cant be seen with the same old, this same old rotten crowd.
    I know their reasons, false ideals to live by.
    Seeing with their eyes closed, living in disbelief.

    Gotta play with the cards I'm dealt and not bid the flop with the cards on my belt.
    I would rather live on a concrete floor, then let you in my dark front door.

    __________________________________________________ __________________

    #2

    The path is going slower, though these years make me older. I'm going nowhere.
    And the road is too narrow, cold heart and shallow.
    The ends getting closer.
    This path leads to nowhere, so I won't go there.

    No concerns for where wheels are turning
    no concerns for what bridges are burning.
    No thought, no consideration,
    watching it all like a compilation.

    Luck has been run over, so now it's over. It's all over.
    Our feelings expired, it was you admired.
    Wrath is needed, one day you'll see it. You will see it.
    Our past will hunt us and make us struggle.

    No concerns for where wheels are turning
    no concerns for what bridges are burning.
    No thought, no consideration,
    watching it all like a compilation.

    Our timing is lawless, writing so flawless.
    Is it not knowledge?

    The future is windswept and too appaling, it's going nowhere
    nowhere but down
    I'm at the startline with no room
    without room I got no place to move.

    No pathway to follow, just caves to hollow.
    The voids are vacant [x2]
    My mind has ruptured, now I'm stuck here with no room to move.

    __________________________________________________ _____________

    #3

    Still walking around
    trying to find some of
    my kind. I'm searching around.

    Started hearing these sounds from a far away town
    where the skies are green
    and the trees won't grow.

    Yet all that was found was a piece of my mind
    from a brighter time
    a brighter time.

    And I walked down the streets with
    my trembling feet,
    as I looked up to the sky
    and I saw the heavens cry.
    Saw the heavens cry.
    Felt like I could die.

    __________________________________________________ ______

    #4

    From here on I denounce your self-righteous
    claim to claim what is mine
    The debt isn't mine and I owe you nothing.

    'Cause my mother always said a
    light purse is a heavy curse
    but how will I ever know when I have never had either

    Such glorified heroes but in nature are only transgressors

    I can no longer count on hand the
    continious times I have been remissed
    And even as young I would say make up
    your mind before the ink dries out.

    But to what ends
    they would just lay down the law.

    The debt isn't mine and I owe you nothing
    Hi Oblivious.

    Possibly look at #1 Pedestal. #2 appalling #4 Count on hand (count on one hand? Count on my hands?) #4 Continual rather than continuous? #4 Remissed.

    Otherwise, I can't fault it.


    There are a couple of phrases that don't make sense ("the voids are vacant" "and not bid my flop" "the cards on my belt") But I'm pretty sure you've done this on purpose. A lot of great songs seem to have moments of "beyond-sense" , don't they? It's part of what makes us listen again and again, trying to solve the puzzle.

    Yeah, great.

    "Our timing is lawless. Writing so flawless."

    "And the road is too narrow. Cold heart and shallow."

    "Luck has been run over."

  10. #10
    Quote Originally Posted by sas View Post
    I like you and OP, so really hoped we'd dovetail on music. Maybe too many decades between us, although music is universal. I came to love Lennon's "Imagine" long after it was popular. It speaks to me, now.
    I love 'Imagine' too. And opera. And ballet. Interesting point. Does the music we love have to reflect our background?

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