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Concentrate on this wave of sound with the grace of falling towers
Overpower each percussion hit with a split personality I'm growing accustomed to feeling down in the dumps and my tongue is sore and filled with teeth marks This is sounding all too familiar, let's change the topic to music I'm tired of talking, I'm eager to write in the first person point of view I'm also looking forward to collapsing from it all I went from unhappy to weirdness to unhappy once again It's a boring mess of sixteen measure soundbites and stretched out lambskin that isn't even mine I also feel inclined to mention that gut-wrenching feeling will not subside I ride in the uncertainty lane constantly biting my nails and glancing at the planes that keep passing over, longing to be on the inside, splitting a soda with the guy three seats ahead of me I didn't say hello? How socially dead of me How are you? Insert small talk here.. [Chorus] Please pass the "how are you's." I'm not trying to prove a point to the walking dead and use my songs as smelling salts to get inside your head Set off some introspect. Welcome to my world of jesters, the aforementioned and lost intellect Let's play "who's got it worst." I'm sure to lose but I'll be a good sport to keep it smooth and act as though I got something to prove to everyone around me Surrounding me with extended fingers Feel free to curl them inward, now sit and ponder that I'm tired of the preconceived. Let's all put our emotions on the table Tell me what you think of that. Okay, how 'bout the next one? My level of concern was left in ME, it created more room for the big "T" and now that's running low (haha) The skill is gone to the break of those points, whichever comes first Creative bursts from a joint with outbursts Rehearsed response never hurts but becomes overdone Let's all put our wax lips on and pretend that we're all having lots of fun for the sake of whoever Don't get upset and set up something clever to be said to prove a point, clench down on where it's sore Laughter and whispers have caused ears to sprout in the back of my head and have me feeling like I'm standing on a trap door [Chorus] Let's play "who's got it worst." I keep losing Abusing the things I value most, what's my problem? Well, not to brag or boast, but I can't count the times I've been on the verge of losing the urge to continue this journey into myself I've sat down with those who don't have the time to discover their losses Theirs, not mine. I'm quite aware of where my belongings and my stance is Time to get used to the glances and head checks for myself and it's time to stop thinking and tone it down for the mental health of the one who's on the outside of the window "There's the bright side now!" I'll tiptoe over Jenn and get out of her side of the bed and somehow smile at the things that usually upset me "Turn that frown upside-down!" This is the motivational tape for...you guessed it Don't mind me, don't mind me, don't mine me.. [Chorus] |
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[Verse 1: Alias]
I arrive on a breath of velvet wind Begin, enter darkness unseen by those who haven't sinned Slowly step in time with raindrops pelting the earth and soil Quietness to calm the turmoil Slipping into darkness, different than Mr. Lewis I hear "Who's this Walking across my lawn?" My workday begins at breaking dawn With each revolution around that star How will these souls know me When they don't even know who they are? I'm the one who eases blood pressure and eliminates stress Yet doctors work against me And even though they (tried the best one?) Rest assured that I'll inevitably triumph over their attempts It's feeble Cause they don't understand that their temps have one day been granted What they've planted will remain, it's a cycle Just like the rain I step in time with today It falls with the sole purpose of washing all your tears away [Verse 2: Alias] As I stroll silently amongst the shadows I see that I'm between nothingness and eternity I'm the last one you see before your journey And the one who releases answers to your uncertainty Some wish to seek shelter from the rain Thinking they would be avoided by me and my glances inside their brain Look past (hail) thoughts and the occasional tumor To understand how you truly feel How will I approach this case? Thought to self: Look on face for any signs of anxiousness Unhappy with life style i.e. armloads of thanklessness And it is this that gives me my direction Of what they seek My open arms of protection Are waiting for the innocent and meek To come towards me and say, "Let me hear your voice" At that point there's no looking back This is when your soul comes undone And you and your creator once again become one For I will talk about how they have led a fulfilling life, in fact That's when they react With a deep exhale Close their eyes, then turn pale Brief, for I've taken their hand And taken them through their life In a three-second span Decisions, decisions Should I stay or should I go? Coming with me right now would mean... Absolutely nothing (at all/atoll/a toll?) But if they stay to clean up messes We'll have to sit and tell them That today's dreams are tomorrow's successes But you still have time Buy your toys, make the most of it Until I return for your departure Or until my voice becomes clear to start your Journey Into... solitude |
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Initial thought: turn it up a notch from the regular
Capture feelings I convey and hold them tight for five minutes Within this voice is a being who seeks understanding planning for a future of prosperity I went from hating everything to enjoying most and all it took was transferring to another coast I'm a transplant transforming opinions and transferring thoughts I brought along a little friend called emotion, he's everything they're not I mean, hey, I try my best to put a bug in the ears of the blind then again, I had to figure all this out on my own I owe this much to myself This if for the wealth I'll never see but I'll never be alone I recall never getting this feeling the entire year and all it took was a stumble and pushing some squares Unaware of creations held within I'm crawling through it all to find a place to rest Begin the process of scabbing over with no picking Reopening wounds leads to infections. Therapy is practiced weekly Pass the papyrus and inkwell to compose the thoughts to convey, to jack open closed engines Complex perplexing questions repeated Give a canned response yet again I'd rather roll around in the Paper Patch Monumental memories from before my insides were forced to hatch and come into themselves: a mean case of motion sickness I'm trying to disperse the sensation I received too many years ago with the slickness of muddy basslines Why? When I'll have no responsibilities to someone else's cause I wouldn't mind applause for welding words in a non-existent scheme Why question anyone else's actions? Continue worrying about my own and doing as I see fit Feelings speak louder than both actions and words combined Trying to find a way to get that candle relit and...uh.. [Chorus:] Here I am, where it ended last time Starting point ending first just like the frame before The graininess softens the entire scene prompting urges to put on my coat and pass through that door.. but...uh...I'm dying to stay Stuck in these four walls dying of heat and happiness, professing my feelings This is closure for the masses I love the smell of musty records and I'm sickened by spring break another reason I developed my own education Imagine if everyone could be themselves Today, I walked against the herd and chuckled 'cause I found it quite ironic Oh, what a feeling to break the chains of writer's block. Upbeat requirement There's an ounce of "I can't stand you" that I keep in reserves: break the glass in case of emergency Urgent message: "You've lost the pattern!" I'm not deaf, I'm ignoring you flooring the naysayers for entertainment "Yo, this track is funky!" You quiet down! I'm only allowed to do depressing songs that worry Jenn but I must admit this feels really good I can make you cry without laughter instead of just crying so I'll continue cradling my pen I've gone an entire album without excessive slang, so let's ruin that: "Phat! Phunky! Phresh! Def! Cold chillin' in effect! It's off the meat hook! Yo, this jawn is fly!" Now that I've dumbed it down will you pass me your acceptance to put in my sack? Mine is the one that says "Bad MamaJama." This collection of random thoughts was brought to you today by being sent home early and was also sponsored by newfound inspiration and eagerness I hope you enjoyed the show...and...uh.. [Chorus] |
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We create wheel barrows full of sound for it to be dumped into a black hole:
the bottomless abyss of bi-polar disorders A broken abacus down to good times Someone please write a post-it note to remind me why I'm doing this and when to pay the cable bill Won't talk about the cage, it's been touched on too much Besides, I'm seeing dead whales all too often which in itself is rather frightening Sad how bad times make good music Hope I can maintain this great depression and leave myself guessing if I can out do the former until the end We're all waiting for the payoff.. I have one, they have none, so I'm feeling rather lucky and guilty at the same time We all whistle a salty tune to ourselves for the world to hear and when it's time to capture memories the closest thing to a smile we can muster is a sneer And giving blood, sweat, and tears in exchange for cold sweat and fears is only equal to a tickled throat for so long So the songs lose excitement and loops become grating My being is scarred up and I can't keep myself from picking We turn pages and fight sore hands ADD addicts of abrasiveness joyriding through the same scene over and over Time and time again I'm asking myself why but I'm proud of the dust of twenty cities irritating my eyes "All for what?" loops in my head I ain't fessin' 'til I'm dead or until everything is said She has bouquets of poppies spilling from her heart and I'm stuck here tapping my pen on my pad of paper wondering where to start I suppose this comes with the process and problems, getting by three reasons to do this: her, them, and I [Chorus:] Kicking myself, standing on the edge with a dumb look on, snapping out of it asking, "what are you doing?" Kicking myself, standing on the edge with a dumb look on, snapping out of it asking, "what are you thinking?" Kicking myself, standing on the edge with a dumb look on, snapping out of it asking, "where are you going?" Kicking myself, standing on the edge with a dumb look on, snapping out of it asking, "why?" On overcast days, I'm at one with myself but perhaps I should take advice from bumper stickers But seeing old guitarists on their farm with their children reminscing is that feeling that I'm missing from almost a year ago Back then, it was all about looking through the bullet holes and sighing Now it's snapping my fingers at Linus and smiling I guess it takes hard times to curl my fingers, not a fist but around this blue flex-grip asking, "do you think...?" Select a question to be answered in words that are next to nothing that's how I kept my sanity in the first half I feel like someone is passing hula-hoops down the length of my body yet the theater seats are empty, yet I still hear that laugh It takes a power outage to muster creativity just like tragedies and the commerce on the Stars and Stripes Who am I to say? I have problems getting a blank page moving just one of my insecurities that I suppose will come and go today All I can hear are the drums I search for that might be why the pens are mute at this point Sole says, "it's rubies and rabies," and lately I've been foaming at the mouth Can't put my finger on why my sleeves are sopping wet with possiblys and maybes This is the part where I repeat the last two lines of the song before the chorus to drive across my point This is the part where I repeat the last two lines of the song before the chorus to drive across my point? [Chorus] |
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Intake ambiance a tool for meditation
Progressing towards the clouds with at whom I am complete Defeat the chains that restrain an eager sensation Equal balance in and out, all inhibitions shall deplete [x2] I'm trying to break this writer's cramp, massage my hand and daydream Out the window innuendo, watch the water find it's path down the glass It seems, erratic direction, it's only perfection Rest my head inside my hands, pace back and forth inside my mind I wish sometimes I wouldn't reminisce so much such things, tend to make one reflect and dissect situations to an extreme Hard now to redeem what was there before No more gone are those days and ways have parted Gone from feeling solid trust to outsmarted Anyway, I'm now moving on to a distance far from yesterday It's best this way I feel as though I've missed this moment of truth Outcome uneventfull. I've lost the ability to feel sentimental I can stare at a puddle and see a million places I love It's comforting thoughts of places I've been, places I will never see again Send my love to all who were there, wishing I could crawl back in But I've transformed and the pieces wouldn't fit, so the sorenecks will cease Eyes searching to the sky to try to find some form of peace And I keep pulling up blanks, yet I'm wearing this mask for the sake of others We all miss things I suppose, we must let go, well I'm not ready Just let me sit in silence and soak in what's trailing down the window to cleanse my emotions, to begin the process of preparing myself Intake ambiance a tool for meditation Progressing towards the clouds with at whom I am complete Defeat the chains that restrain an eager sensation Equal balance in and out, all inhibitions shall deplete [x2] I watch the drop join it's friends and become one with the crowd All to well, forcing me to sigh out loud Look into clouds, to envision, the inside of my head I'm turing leave at this turning point. Remembering what they said as they drove off one by one they left taking pieces of me untill I felt empty inside already looking forward to that day when I'd be returning and I hadn'r even left yet From then on I took the inside out approach Granted lots of time to think when when your new position is coach And your crew is sleeping the whole time, when it's 2:00 am in the morning And you're in the middle of nowhere with the buzz of the AM radio the only one that's there Think a lot about life, that's where it all began for me the more I thought, the more more I began to clearly see absolutely every aspect of life in a new light I figured out my Rubix Cube.. (haha) well I got it somewhat right And things are coming together as I slowly come undone And the occurence known as the "it" is swept under the rug and now my burden weights a ton But it only makes me stronger and I refuse to break I'm letting things pass by, for the family's sake Just give me a picture of the truth so I can hold it near and watch the rainfall, syncopated with one lonesome tear Intake ambiance a tool for meditation Progressing towards the clouds with at whom I am complete Defeat the chains that restrain an eager sensation Equal balance in and out, all inhibitions shall deplete [x2] |
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