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(Two part obscure song, that you probably won't get unless your high, lot of obscure references, i'd give 5 $ to anybody who has even the slightest idea what i'm actually referring too within all these metaphors)
Twilight V1 Walking the path that Crowley rode upon, Between the Ocean’s moon and the Deserts sun, Mephisto awaits in a sinister courtship, By the fields near Tartarus. V2 Their lies a deal in his malefic eyes, As he embraces my one true love, Petting the gold around her finger, Beneath this blood red sun. Hook The morning star near the eastern skies, As I hide under your under parasol, Imaginations surfaces at night, And I drink from the pool of your soul, At Twilight, At Twilight. V3 I manipulate the wheels of passion, He promises me hellfire and heavens are one, “Let the gateway vanish fallen messiah, As Sammael vanished by the hand of Jacob.” V4 I’ve danced with the fallen angels, I’ve sat under the Bodhi tree, Though you have my lover’s heart, Her soul is mine to keep. Hook V5 By these hands the pillars will fall from heaven’s gate, Destroying the grim records of seraphim, I set ablaze the book marked with your name, And demolish the Akashic machines of fate. V6 Life will stop and the Idols will fall, There you lie, beneath the small, Thorny prison I left for thee, Near the Cyprus of melancholy, Where Mephisto awaits for me. Bridge I’ve walked the path that Crowley rode upon The steep and thorny road, he swore he’d settle on I’ve taken footsteps, towards the left and towards the right Sat with Mara in Jesus’ sight (I can never recover middle ground) Now I abandon, all the thoughts I’ve had before And I abandon all the knowledge that I adored, Been through all words untrue, through all places taboo And I find, and I find, I'm still in love with you.... Hook V7 “I come to collect O fallen messiah As Judas came to collect a kiss” STOP! O lord of my ego You are pure illusion, you do not exist (Hook repeated 3x) {Exodus) V1 I walked into the garden of my life And saw life seeking love But if there is no love There is no life There is no life V2 And I wandered into the valley of my memories And saw the love of my past Cast to the side in a room with no light Room with no light V3 Am I the messiah or the demon? Am I the angel or pure illusion? Why do I feel so open inside? Where there is no sun and so much light Twilight.... Twilight... (Repeated until fade) Feel the Rhythm and the beat that’s so strong You’ll know that my heart belongs to you baby I'd climb any mountain in the sky Through the snows and the deserts of endless time For you girl [Edited 10/14/07 15:19pm] I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
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EmbattledWarrior said: (Two part obscure song, that you probably won't get unless your high, lot of obscure references, i'd give 5 $ to anybody who has even the slightest idea what i'm actually referring too within all these metaphors)
My first guess is that it's NOT a pop song.
Twilight V1 Walking the path that Crowley rode upon, Between the Ocean’s moon and the Deserts sun, Mephisto awaits in a sinister courtship, By the fields near Tartarus. V2 Their lies a deal in his malefic eyes, As he embraces my one true love, Petting the gold around her finger, Beneath this blood red sun. Hook The morning star near the eastern skies, As I hide under your under parasol, Imaginations surfaces at night, And I drink from the pool of your soul, At Twilight, At Twilight. V3 I manipulate the wheels of passion, He promises me hellfire and heavens are one, “Let the gateway vanish fallen messiah, As Sammael vanished by the hand of Jacob.” V4 I’ve danced with the fallen angels, I’ve sat under the Bodhi tree, Though you have my lover’s heart, Her soul is mine to keep. Hook V5 By these hands the pillars will fall from heaven’s gate, Destroying the grim records of seraphim, I set ablaze the book marked with your name, And demolish the Akashic machines of fate. V6 Life will stop and the Idols will fall, There you lie, beneath the small, Thorny prison I left for thee, Near the Cyprus of melancholy, Where Mephisto awaits for me. Bridge I’ve walked the path that Crowley rode upon The steep and thorny road, he swore he’d settle on I’ve taken footsteps, towards the left and towards the right Sat with Mara in Jesus’ sight (I can never recover middle ground) Now I abandon, all the thoughts I’ve had before And I abandon all the knowledge that I adored, Been through all words untrue, through all places taboo And I find, and I find, I'm still in love with you.... Hook V7 “I come to collect O fallen messiah As Judas came to collect a kiss” STOP! O lord of my ego You are pure illusion, you do not exist (Hook repeated 3x) {Exodus) V1 I walked into the garden of my life And saw life seeking love But if there is no love There is no life There is no life V2 And I wandered into the valley of my memories And saw the love of my past Cast to the side in a room with no light Room with no light V3 Am I the messiah or the demon? Am I the angel or pure illusion? Why do I feel so open inside? Where there is no sun and so much light Twilight.... Twilight... (Repeated until fade) Feel the Rhythm and the beat that’s so strong You’ll know that my heart belongs to you baby I'd climb any mountain in the sky Through the snows and the deserts of endless time For you girl Second, Crowley didn't ride to actual hell (just through hellish conditions) so Mephisto might not be a demon but someone that went to great length to get the one that you love. You "drink from the pool of her soul"..is she the Fountain of Youth and not a person at all? Do you have to sell your soul to Mephisto, to have this drink? Are you seeking youth/life? Back to "passion". O.K., this must be an actual woman...one you would wrestle an angel/demon for. You seem confused about who the good guys and the bad guys are. Mephisto waits for your soul? Did you drink that devil's water? Even if you did, you ain't dead yet, so it ain't too late. After considering all things, my best guess is that this is NOT a pop song. Pay up! I am not my Girdle. | |
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Sweet tears roll down
Burning as they go Memories inflicted in my heart Oh how I long for you to know Sweet tears roll down Burning as they go Sitting here alone Wanting the love you never gave Sweet tears roll down Burning as they go Heart crying tears of blood Scorring my soul as they go. got eyes that can hypnotize a blind man | |
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Girdle said: EmbattledWarrior said: (Two part obscure song, that you probably won't get unless your high, lot of obscure references, i'd give 5 $ to anybody who has even the slightest idea what i'm actually referring too within all these metaphors)
My first guess is that it's NOT a pop song.
Twilight V1 Walking the path that Crowley rode upon, Between the Ocean’s moon and the Deserts sun, Mephisto awaits in a sinister courtship, By the fields near Tartarus. V2 Their lies a deal in his malefic eyes, As he embraces my one true love, Petting the gold around her finger, Beneath this blood red sun. Hook The morning star near the eastern skies, As I hide under your under parasol, Imaginations surfaces at night, And I drink from the pool of your soul, At Twilight, At Twilight. V3 I manipulate the wheels of passion, He promises me hellfire and heavens are one, “Let the gateway vanish fallen messiah, As Sammael vanished by the hand of Jacob.” V4 I’ve danced with the fallen angels, I’ve sat under the Bodhi tree, Though you have my lover’s heart, Her soul is mine to keep. Hook V5 By these hands the pillars will fall from heaven’s gate, Destroying the grim records of seraphim, I set ablaze the book marked with your name, And demolish the Akashic machines of fate. V6 Life will stop and the Idols will fall, There you lie, beneath the small, Thorny prison I left for thee, Near the Cyprus of melancholy, Where Mephisto awaits for me. Bridge I’ve walked the path that Crowley rode upon The steep and thorny road, he swore he’d settle on I’ve taken footsteps, towards the left and towards the right Sat with Mara in Jesus’ sight (I can never recover middle ground) Now I abandon, all the thoughts I’ve had before And I abandon all the knowledge that I adored, Been through all words untrue, through all places taboo And I find, and I find, I'm still in love with you.... Hook V7 “I come to collect O fallen messiah As Judas came to collect a kiss” STOP! O lord of my ego You are pure illusion, you do not exist (Hook repeated 3x) {Exodus) V1 I walked into the garden of my life And saw life seeking love But if there is no love There is no life There is no life V2 And I wandered into the valley of my memories And saw the love of my past Cast to the side in a room with no light Room with no light V3 Am I the messiah or the demon? Am I the angel or pure illusion? Why do I feel so open inside? Where there is no sun and so much light Twilight.... Twilight... (Repeated until fade) Feel the Rhythm and the beat that’s so strong You’ll know that my heart belongs to you baby I'd climb any mountain in the sky Through the snows and the deserts of endless time For you girl Second, Crowley didn't ride to actual hell (just through hellish conditions) so Mephisto might not be a demon but someone that went to great length to get the one that you love. You "drink from the pool of her soul"..is she the Fountain of Youth and not a person at all? Do you have to sell your soul to Mephisto, to have this drink? Are you seeking youth/life? Back to "passion". O.K., this must be an actual woman...one you would wrestle an angel/demon for. You seem confused about who the good guys and the bad guys are. Mephisto waits for your soul? Did you drink that devil's water? Even if you did, you ain't dead yet, so it ain't too late. After considering all things, my best guess is that this is NOT a pop song. Pay up! Good try , lol but no! I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
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Senses decieve not what the heart wants.... got eyes that can hypnotize a blind man | |
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EmbattledWarrior said: (Two part obscure song, that you probably won't get unless your high, lot of obscure references, i'd give 5 $ to anybody who has even the slightest idea what i'm actually referring too within all these metaphors)
Twilight V1 Walking the path that Crowley rode upon, Between the Ocean’s moon and the Deserts sun, Mephisto awaits in a sinister courtship, By the fields near Tartarus. V2 Their lies a deal in his malefic eyes, As he embraces my one true love, Petting the gold around her finger, Beneath this blood red sun. Hook The morning star near the eastern skies, As I hide under your under parasol, Imaginations surfaces at night, And I drink from the pool of your soul, At Twilight, At Twilight. V3 I manipulate the wheels of passion, He promises me hellfire and heavens are one, “Let the gateway vanish fallen messiah, As Sammael vanished by the hand of Jacob.” V4 I’ve danced with the fallen angels, I’ve sat under the Bodhi tree, Though you have my lover’s heart, Her soul is mine to keep. Hook V5 By these hands the pillars will fall from heaven’s gate, Destroying the grim records of seraphim, I set ablaze the book marked with your name, And demolish the Akashic machines of fate. V6 Life will stop and the Idols will fall, There you lie, beneath the small, Thorny prison I left for thee, Near the Cyprus of melancholy, Where Mephisto awaits for me. Bridge I’ve walked the path that Crowley rode upon The steep and thorny road, he swore he’d settle on I’ve taken footsteps, towards the left and towards the right Sat with Mara in Jesus’ sight (I can never recover middle ground) Now I abandon, all the thoughts I’ve had before And I abandon all the knowledge that I adored, Been through all words untrue, through all places taboo And I find, and I find, I'm still in love with you.... Hook V7 “I come to collect O fallen messiah As Judas came to collect a kiss” STOP! O lord of my ego You are pure illusion, you do not exist (Hook repeated 3x) {Exodus) V1 I walked into the garden of my life And saw life seeking love But if there is no love There is no life There is no life V2 And I wandered into the valley of my memories And saw the love of my past Cast to the side in a room with no light Room with no light V3 Am I the messiah or the demon? Am I the angel or pure illusion? Why do I feel so open inside? Where there is no sun and so much light Twilight.... Twilight... (Repeated until fade) Feel the Rhythm and the beat that’s so strong You’ll know that my heart belongs to you baby I'd climb any mountain in the sky Through the snows and the deserts of endless time For you girl [Edited 10/14/07 15:19pm] Lemme take a stab at this.... 
In the first part you're talking about your love of the pen.."petting the gold around her finger", the bit of devil and sinister in you, coming out in your thoughts you put on paper. The morning star turned in to the evening star...Venus...indicative of the goddess of love and beauty....you drink deeply from her soul for inspiration, but only at twilight. In the middle of the lyrics you speak of the many thoughts you've had, but are now dissatisfied with them...you may have a slight creative block, or feel you must make the lyrics better somehow...you edit and re-edit at times....but your passion is still there, and fiery. You may realize that you lied sometimes with what you wrote, and that bothers you. The devil in you still has your lover's heart, but you yourself still have control of the very soul of that pen, making it write what you want in the end. Then things get a bit fuzzy for me from there, until I hit upon the "love of your past" which is your guitar or one of your instruments..."cast aside in a room with no lights"...you abandoned it, put it aside for a while. Lost again...cuz that last verse seems so literal... lol Only you know... Now, keep your 5 bucks and just tell me if I'm at all close on any of this! | |
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CrazySexy, nice to have a new face onboard...welcome!
Now what happened to Volitan?? lol [Edited 10/15/07 18:32pm] | |
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obsessed said: CrazySexy, nice to have a new face onboard...welcome!
Now what happened to Volitan?? lol [Edited 10/15/07 18:32pm] I already submitted my only decent piece  Maybe we can go to the movies and cry together | |
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obsessed said: EmbattledWarrior said: (Two part obscure song, that you probably won't get unless your high, lot of obscure references, i'd give 5 $ to anybody who has even the slightest idea what i'm actually referring too within all these metaphors)
Twilight V1 Walking the path that Crowley rode upon, Between the Ocean’s moon and the Deserts sun, Mephisto awaits in a sinister courtship, By the fields near Tartarus. V2 Their lies a deal in his malefic eyes, As he embraces my one true love, Petting the gold around her finger, Beneath this blood red sun. Hook The morning star near the eastern skies, As I hide under your under parasol, Imaginations surfaces at night, And I drink from the pool of your soul, At Twilight, At Twilight. V3 I manipulate the wheels of passion, He promises me hellfire and heavens are one, “Let the gateway vanish fallen messiah, As Sammael vanished by the hand of Jacob.” V4 I’ve danced with the fallen angels, I’ve sat under the Bodhi tree, Though you have my lover’s heart, Her soul is mine to keep. Hook V5 By these hands the pillars will fall from heaven’s gate, Destroying the grim records of seraphim, I set ablaze the book marked with your name, And demolish the Akashic machines of fate. V6 Life will stop and the Idols will fall, There you lie, beneath the small, Thorny prison I left for thee, Near the Cyprus of melancholy, Where Mephisto awaits for me. Bridge I’ve walked the path that Crowley rode upon The steep and thorny road, he swore he’d settle on I’ve taken footsteps, towards the left and towards the right Sat with Mara in Jesus’ sight (I can never recover middle ground) Now I abandon, all the thoughts I’ve had before And I abandon all the knowledge that I adored, Been through all words untrue, through all places taboo And I find, and I find, I'm still in love with you.... Hook V7 “I come to collect O fallen messiah As Judas came to collect a kiss” STOP! O lord of my ego You are pure illusion, you do not exist (Hook repeated 3x) {Exodus) V1 I walked into the garden of my life And saw life seeking love But if there is no love There is no life There is no life V2 And I wandered into the valley of my memories And saw the love of my past Cast to the side in a room with no light Room with no light V3 Am I the messiah or the demon? Am I the angel or pure illusion? Why do I feel so open inside? Where there is no sun and so much light Twilight.... Twilight... (Repeated until fade) Feel the Rhythm and the beat that’s so strong You’ll know that my heart belongs to you baby I'd climb any mountain in the sky Through the snows and the deserts of endless time For you girl [Edited 10/14/07 15:19pm] Lemme take a stab at this....
In the first part you're talking about your love of the pen.."petting the gold around her finger", the bit of devil and sinister in you, coming out in your thoughts you put on paper. The morning star turned in to the evening star...Venus...indicative of the goddess of love and beauty....you drink deeply from her soul for inspiration, but only at twilight. In the middle of the lyrics you speak of the many thoughts you've had, but are now dissatisfied with them...you may have a slight creative block, or feel you must make the lyrics better somehow...you edit and re-edit at times....but your passion is still there, and fiery. You may realize that you lied sometimes with what you wrote, and that bothers you. The devil in you still has your lover's heart, but you yourself still have control of the very soul of that pen, making it write what you want in the end. Then things get a bit fuzzy for me from there, until I hit upon the "love of your past" which is your guitar or one of your instruments..."cast aside in a room with no lights"...you abandoned it, put it aside for a while. Lost again...cuz that last verse seems so literal... lol Only you know... Now, keep your 5 bucks and just tell me if I'm at all close on any of this! haha no, but close Actually Crazy Sexy, hit on the nail Senses decieve not what the heart wants....
If he/she was even refering to my song One thing your right, it is not a pop song, actually goes through alot changes, from art rock, to heavy metal, to floydish rock, than to Trip hop. As for the meaning of the song, it is quite literal i was reading Faust, and listening to alot of Sting at the time, primarily The SOul Cages, (Dark album, Obsessed you'd probably love that album, beautifully written) And i basically wanted create a love song with a story, that wasn't really about love... Essentially the story is about this guy, a a sort of relunctant messiah, who's confused about whats good is evil. he has some type of undisclosed power Mephistophlese one of the demons of hell has kidnapped his love, so he can black mail him. Mephisto is trying to convince this guy that Heaven and Hell are the same thing and that he shouldn't fear any repercussion, What he wants him to do is destroy the gateway that links heaven and hell so that god can't see what is going on in hell. So basically this guy right now is pissed off at both sides, because the only reason Mephisto was able to kidnapp his girl, was because God had condemned her to hell. So what he does is he goes into heaven, and destoys it. Goes to the Akashic records and sets it on fire, when he sees his girls name in it. I didn't really know how to end the song so i just wrote the verse 7 basically just repeating whatt Buddha said to Mara , a buddhist demon, But the verse basically takes away the whole song Everything was imagined. Because their can be no heaven with out a hell, so never existed The bridge explains the indesicion of the protagnist, how he's done evil things and done good things and could never choose a side, the hook was just something nice i wrote i think it theoretically means satan in the sky, and he hides under the girl whatever i dont even know what it means lol The exodus IS basically like the aftermath of the dream the dudes reflecting and is realizing that hes been chasing love and chasing life seperately, not knowing they were one And looking after how he's abandoned all his lovers he wonders if he is good or bad, and wonders how is he changing now.. Last lines are just a message to the girl who he thought he saved from the demons, But all that stuff means Senses can only momentary blind the heart eventually the heart wins weirdest thing i've probably ever wrote I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
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EmbattledWarrior said:[quote] obsessed said: haha no, but close Actually Crazy Sexy, hit on the nail Senses decieve not what the heart wants....
If he/she was even refering to my song One thing your right, it is not a pop song, actually goes through alot changes, from art rock, to heavy metal, to floydish rock, than to Trip hop. As for the meaning of the song, it is quite literal i was reading Faust, and listening to alot of Sting at the time, primarily The SOul Cages, (Dark album, Obsessed you'd probably love that album, beautifully written) And i basically wanted create a love song with a story, that wasn't really about love... Essentially the story is about this guy, a a sort of relunctant messiah, who's confused about whats good is evil. he has some type of undisclosed power Mephistophlese one of the demons of hell has kidnapped his love, so he can black mail him. Mephisto is trying to convince this guy that Heaven and Hell are the same thing and that he shouldn't fear any repercussion, What he wants him to do is destroy the gateway that links heaven and hell so that god can't see what is going on in hell. So basically this guy right now is pissed off at both sides, because the only reason Mephisto was able to kidnapp his girl, was because God had condemned her to hell. So what he does is he goes into heaven, and destoys it. Goes to the Akashic records and sets it on fire, when he sees his girls name in it. I didn't really know how to end the song so i just wrote the verse 7 basically just repeating whatt Buddha said to Mara , a buddhist demon, But the verse basically takes away the whole song Everything was imagined. Because their can be no heaven with out a hell, so never existed The bridge explains the indesicion of the protagnist, how he's done evil things and done good things and could never choose a side, the hook was just something nice i wrote i think it theoretically means satan in the sky, and he hides under the girl whatever i dont even know what it means lol The exodus IS basically like the aftermath of the dream the dudes reflecting and is realizing that hes been chasing love and chasing life seperately, not knowing they were one And looking after how he's abandoned all his lovers he wonders if he is good or bad, and wonders how is he changing now.. Last lines are just a message to the girl who he thought he saved from the demons, But all that stuff means Senses can only momentary blind the heart eventually the heart wins weirdest thing i've probably ever wrote I'm gonna need a second opinion on this interpretation of yours. I am not my Girdle. | |
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CrazySexy said: Sweet tears roll down
Nice.
Burning as they go Memories inflicted in my heart Oh how I long for you to know Sweet tears roll down Burning as they go Sitting here alone Wanting the love you never gave Sweet tears roll down Burning as they go Heart crying tears of blood Scorring my soul as they go. Welcome. I am not my Girdle. | |
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I look out the window and see all those happy faces.
I look at my own and realize that happiness will never twinkle in my eyes the way it does in theirs. And whose fault is that? Nobody elses but my own So naive I was the day you gazed into my eyes and gave me the red rose. You held me in your arms and whispered 'I Love You'. But as quickly as you said it you took it back. And whose fault is that? Nobody elses but my own You opened up my eyes to things unseen. And you placed my heart on a pillar. So that 'no one would break it' youd say. But in one swift movement you shattered it. And whose fault is that? Nobody elses but my own You loved me uncoditionally and yet like a parasit you sucked the life out of me. For quite sometime I blamed you. I blamed you for taking the joy out of my life. For making me feel inferior to everyone else. For taking my ability to love someone else so that your selfish needs would be content. And whose fault is that? Nobody elses but my own So as I sit here, a soul trapped in these four walls. I listen to my beating heart. And like the rose you gave my love has whithered away. Hence why there will be no twinkle in my eye. Because unlike the people outside In here it's nobody elses fault but my own. got eyes that can hypnotize a blind man | |
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Sitting alone at the edge of this cliff
Remanecing on memories past Light breeze caressing my face The suns warmth embracing my body Sweet smell of sea water penetrating my nose Calming beauty of the waves crashing on the shore Shining ellegance of the rays on water Warming the life below Never has my soul been so at peace With the sheer beauty of silence Yet a longing for a glimpse of your face Disturbs my silence Sadness fills my body At the sheer thought of you Yet my heart swells With the love I have for you Life filled with content of the joy I shared with you Sitting alone at the edge of this cliff Remanecing on memories of me and you Adding to the sea below As tears of happiness roll down my face got eyes that can hypnotize a blind man | |
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I've been pretty dry creatively lately, channeling all my energy on the music but heres something...
Waves Liquid brush strokes, So easily fallable but strong enough to weather stone with such a lover as the north wind it lies married to a new england shore When the sun goes down you can smell the spice of the sea how could i ask for more? Just a cinnamon sky you and I Wading to the gentle rhythm of the shore [Edited 10/18/07 23:38pm] I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
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Raining In New York
Verse 1 The city is empty down on Sullivan street Not a soul left burning here alone My ruins are trembling and i've fractured from the fall In a coma, outside your window Beneath this storm. Chorus 1 And i know I'm slipping Cause I've grown too tired to breathe These walls are bleeding Marked with yesterdays feelings Your gaping wound is spreading Infected from my disease It's raining in New York And you still reign over me Verse 2 Strange conversations Between the wind and the fog Color me grey, build a cloud over me Time became the demon Lost within a river of wine Where i waded when i was weary Chorus 2 And my eyes are fading Haunted by what they've seen A thousand jaded faces Staring daggers at me This world keeps me spinning in a bittersweet symphony Where I awaken as a tear Thrown down the face of this city Bridge And the water is rising And it doesn't seem to end Rising with the devil towering my head And a thousand strands of light Seeps into the cracks of your building It's Still Raining in new york Time to begin the healing Verse 3 Love letters are falling Into the street Painted roses drawn on their face It's raining in New York And i feel so empty Guess i'll catch the wind and drift away Chorus 3 And i know I'm slipping Cause I've grown too tired to breathe Just a little guitar Is all that i'll ever need You'll always be cold I'll always be lonely Just fold me away for a rainy day memory I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
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Volitan said: obsessed said: CrazySexy, nice to have a new face onboard...welcome!
Now what happened to Volitan?? lol [Edited 10/15/07 18:32pm] I already submitted my only decent piece Well, there could always be a second decent piece.... never say never, as they say...  | |
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EmbattledWarrior said:[quote] obsessed said: haha no, but close Actually Crazy Sexy, hit on the nail Senses decieve not what the heart wants....
If he/she was even refering to my song One thing your right, it is not a pop song, actually goes through alot changes, from art rock, to heavy metal, to floydish rock, than to Trip hop. As for the meaning of the song, it is quite literal i was reading Faust, and listening to alot of Sting at the time, primarily The SOul Cages, (Dark album, Obsessed you'd probably love that album, beautifully written) And i basically wanted create a love song with a story, that wasn't really about love... Essentially the story is about this guy, a a sort of relunctant messiah, who's confused about whats good is evil. he has some type of undisclosed power Mephistophlese one of the demons of hell has kidnapped his love, so he can black mail him. Mephisto is trying to convince this guy that Heaven and Hell are the same thing and that he shouldn't fear any repercussion, What he wants him to do is destroy the gateway that links heaven and hell so that god can't see what is going on in hell. So basically this guy right now is pissed off at both sides, because the only reason Mephisto was able to kidnapp his girl, was because God had condemned her to hell. So what he does is he goes into heaven, and destoys it. Goes to the Akashic records and sets it on fire, when he sees his girls name in it. I didn't really know how to end the song so i just wrote the verse 7 basically just repeating whatt Buddha said to Mara , a buddhist demon, But the verse basically takes away the whole song Everything was imagined. Because their can be no heaven with out a hell, so never existed The bridge explains the indesicion of the protagnist, how he's done evil things and done good things and could never choose a side, the hook was just something nice i wrote i think it theoretically means satan in the sky, and he hides under the girl whatever i dont even know what it means lol The exodus IS basically like the aftermath of the dream the dudes reflecting and is realizing that hes been chasing love and chasing life seperately, not knowing they were one And looking after how he's abandoned all his lovers he wonders if he is good or bad, and wonders how is he changing now.. Last lines are just a message to the girl who he thought he saved from the demons, But all that stuff means Senses can only momentary blind the heart eventually the heart wins weirdest thing i've probably ever wrote Well, I gave it my best shot! LOL Weird or not, I love what you said "he realizes he's been chasing love and chasing life seperately, not knowing they were one"...that's definitely a thought to ponder....as is, "eventually the heart wins". | |
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EmbattledWarrior said: Raining In New York
Verse 1 The city is empty down on Sullivan street Not a soul left burning here alone My ruins are trembling and i've fractured from the fall In a coma, outside your window Beneath this storm. Chorus 1 And i know I'm slipping Cause I've grown too tired to breathe These walls are bleeding Marked with yesterdays feelings Your gaping wound is spreading Infected from my disease It's raining in New York And you still reign over me Verse 2 Strange conversations Between the wind and the fog Color me grey, build a cloud over me Time became the demon Lost within a river of wine Where i waded when i was weary Chorus 2 And my eyes are fading Haunted by what they've seen A thousand jaded faces Staring daggers at me This world keeps me spinning in a bittersweet symphony Where I awaken as a tear Thrown down the face of this city Bridge And the water is rising And it doesn't seem to end Rising with the devil towering my head And a thousand strands of light Seeps into the cracks of your building It's Still Raining in new york Time to begin the healing Verse 3 Love letters are falling Into the street Painted roses drawn on their face It's raining in New York And i feel so empty Guess i'll catch the wind and drift away Chorus 3 And i know I'm slipping Cause I've grown too tired to breathe Just a little guitar Is all that i'll ever need You'll always be cold I'll always be lonely Just fold me away for a rainy day memory Mmmmm....nice one... Great line..."Just fold me away for a rainy day memory". | |
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I stand at the doorway
open to the garden my eyes combing the footprints you left behind in the soft mud by the white picket fence when you ran out the door that night. At the edge of the garden you turned back to look at me with a sadness in your eyes. You wanted to return but already didn't know how. For a long while I kept looking out every day for your return. Now it's not often anymore... But still now and then I look out hoping to see you standing at my garden door wanting to tell me the secret you couldn't tell me so long ago. [Edited 10/20/07 14:16pm] | |
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obsessed said: I stand at the doorway
open to the garden my eyes combing the footprints you left behind in the soft mud by the white picket fence when you ran out the door that night. At the edge of the garden you turned back to look at me with a sadness in your eyes. You wanted to return but already didn't know how. For a long while I kept looking out every day for your return. Now it's not often anymore... But still now and then I look out hoping to see you standing at my garden door wanting to tell me the secret you couldn't tell me so long ago. [Edited 10/20/07 14:16pm] gorgeous | |
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Much appreciated...thanks missmad.. [Edited 10/20/07 15:10pm] | |
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obsessed said: EmbattledWarrior said: Raining In New York
Verse 1 The city is empty down on Sullivan street Not a soul left burning here alone My ruins are trembling and i've fractured from the fall In a coma, outside your window Beneath this storm. Chorus 1 And i know I'm slipping Cause I've grown too tired to breathe These walls are bleeding Marked with yesterdays feelings Your gaping wound is spreading Infected from my disease It's raining in New York And you still reign over me Verse 2 Strange conversations Between the wind and the fog Color me grey, build a cloud over me Time became the demon Lost within a river of wine Where i waded when i was weary Chorus 2 And my eyes are fading Haunted by what they've seen A thousand jaded faces Staring daggers at me This world keeps me spinning in a bittersweet symphony Where I awaken as a tear Thrown down the face of this city Bridge And the water is rising And it doesn't seem to end Rising with the devil towering my head And a thousand strands of light Seeps into the cracks of your building It's Still Raining in new york Time to begin the healing Verse 3 Love letters are falling Into the street Painted roses drawn on their face It's raining in New York And i feel so empty Guess i'll catch the wind and drift away Chorus 3 And i know I'm slipping Cause I've grown too tired to breathe Just a little guitar Is all that i'll ever need You'll always be cold I'll always be lonely Just fold me away for a rainy day memory Mmmmm....nice one... Great line..."Just fold me away for a rainy day memory". Needs alot of work still not satisfied with it, Needs to be re-written, I used too much method to write it not enough heart... So i'll probably have a re-write session when i Feel like it. Probably when i adapt it on piano sometime Otherwise the ideas are still jumbled and not fluid way too wordy and arty That last line is probably the best [Edited 10/20/07 16:55pm] I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
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EmbattledWarrior said: obsessed said: Mmmmm....nice one... Great line..."Just fold me away for a rainy day memory". Needs alot of work still not satisfied with it, Needs to be re-written, I used too much method to write it not enough heart... So i'll probably have a re-write session when i Feel like it. Probably when i adapt it on piano sometime Otherwise the ideas are still jumbled and not fluid way too wordy and arty That last line is probably the best Hmmmm, I'm beginning to wonder if you're satisfied with anything.... I guess there's nothing wrong with that...always striving for more...to improve. I don't know...oftentimes I wonder what it is any of us really want from our art....no matter what that "art" may be....more food for thought. | |
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obsessed said: EmbattledWarrior said: Needs alot of work still not satisfied with it, Needs to be re-written, I used too much method to write it not enough heart... So i'll probably have a re-write session when i Feel like it. Probably when i adapt it on piano sometime Otherwise the ideas are still jumbled and not fluid way too wordy and arty That last line is probably the best Hmmmm, I'm beginning to wonder if you're satisfied with anything.... I guess there's nothing wrong with that...always striving for more...to improve. I don't know...oftentimes I wonder what it is any of us really want from our art....no matter what that "art" may be....more food for thought. Haha, perhaps lol I dunno When i write, Sometimes theres something specific i have in my head, and envisioning Jimi Hendrix use to say that he could see notes in the air and hear them, than he had to search how to recreate it on his guitar. I have the samething only with words. I see words in the air, and images and I'm constantly searching for the best mirror of how i feel inside. Alot of the times I over write. trying to have my work sound refined... and it focuses on the words too much... Which is fine if it were poetry... But this is music, My music... So i gotta feel it somehow So i'll cut and simplify it, until i only hate it a little bit. Thats me tho... I'm more strict with my song writer than my poetry... with my poetry i could give a half shit... maybe i should do the same with my song writing... I dunno I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
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obsessed said: I stand at the doorway
open to the garden my eyes combing the footprints you left behind in the soft mud by the white picket fence when you ran out the door that night. At the edge of the garden you turned back to look at me with a sadness in your eyes. You wanted to return but already didn't know how. For a long while I kept looking out every day for your return. Now it's not often anymore... But still now and then I look out hoping to see you standing at my garden door wanting to tell me the secret you couldn't tell me so long ago. 
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Love that picture, Tony...nice addition... | |
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EmbattledWarrior said: obsessed said: Hmmmm, I'm beginning to wonder if you're satisfied with anything.... I guess there's nothing wrong with that...always striving for more...to improve. I don't know...oftentimes I wonder what it is any of us really want from our art....no matter what that "art" may be....more food for thought. Haha, perhaps lol I dunno When i write, Sometimes theres something specific i have in my head, and envisioning Jimi Hendrix use to say that he could see notes in the air and hear them, than he had to search how to recreate it on his guitar. I have the samething only with words. I see words in the air, and images and I'm constantly searching for the best mirror of how i feel inside. Alot of the times I over write. trying to have my work sound refined... and it focuses on the words too much... Which is fine if it were poetry... But this is music, My music... So i gotta feel it somehow So i'll cut and simplify it, until i only hate it a little bit. Thats me tho... I'm more strict with my song writer than my poetry... with my poetry i could give a half shit... maybe i should do the same with my song writing... I dunno You might be surprised....give it a try once.... Sometimes I think we can rework things to a point of no return... I'm saying that sometimes our first impulses are the best. If we rework things too much, whether it be song lyrics or poetry, we sometimes lose the meaning of our original thoughts. | |
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obsessed said: Love that picture, Tony...nice addition...
Glad you like it.
I'm watching a series of his films. The image in this one(IotPD) struck me as I read your poem,which is really good. my phone is heavy | |
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obsessed said: EmbattledWarrior said: Haha, perhaps lol I dunno When i write, Sometimes theres something specific i have in my head, and envisioning Jimi Hendrix use to say that he could see notes in the air and hear them, than he had to search how to recreate it on his guitar. I have the samething only with words. I see words in the air, and images and I'm constantly searching for the best mirror of how i feel inside. Alot of the times I over write. trying to have my work sound refined... and it focuses on the words too much... Which is fine if it were poetry... But this is music, My music... So i gotta feel it somehow So i'll cut and simplify it, until i only hate it a little bit. Thats me tho... I'm more strict with my song writer than my poetry... with my poetry i could give a half shit... maybe i should do the same with my song writing... I dunno You might be surprised....give it a try once.... Sometimes I think we can rework things to a point of no return... I'm saying that sometimes our first impulses are the best. If we rework things too much, whether it be song lyrics or poetry, we sometimes lose the meaning of our original thoughts. You're probably right I pretty much loath everything i write... I try to use some type of method, but shit never works when i write with method i get writers block, for fucks sake... But i am kind of a peerfectionist, extremely judgemental as well... Notice i rarely reply to other cats poetry... Not that i don't like it. Just extremely critical, and keep my comments to myself. And when people compliment my own, i shrug it off, thinking they're insane and don't know shit... Constantly in a tussle with my own ego... Hence... Embattledwarrior... I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
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