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I love music like a fat kid loves cake. It's the only true way of expressing the muddled up crap we call feelings. Idealistically, I'm a realist. Realistically, I'm an idealist. Overall, I think too much and too philosophically. Venture into the stream of insanity I call my consciousness and take it, as everything, with a grain of salt. The size (and type) of that grain is yours to decide.

Monday, November 29, 2010

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Next. Two new Songs. ENJOY!


As I Lay You To Sleep

Time is wasting away
The sun is rising over the dead
Leave all the flowers sitting on the grave
The wind blows them gently, gently on their way

Time has wasted away
Even the faces are running from the day
Laughter has gone, gone from their eyes
Sitting there like porcelain dolls, souls in the sky

[Chorus]
Why, why oh why
Why do the hummingbirds sing in the dark
The light has gone by, still leaves don’t wave
The moon even turned her face away
As I closed your eyes

The days seem too long
As I wonder how I could ever go on
Letting the rain drown out my screams
Until I was struck by the lightening of peace

[Chorus x3]



OTHER NEW SONG:

The Promise Ring

I gave it all
I said it all
Now it’s all said and done
You pushed me out
You bent the truth
So I gave up on you

Set me up and
Let me fall
I forgave it all
And when I needed
You the most
You shut the door closed

[Bridge]
Maybe it’s
Supposed to be
I can’t help but wonder
What would life
Hold for us
If we took back that summer

[Chorus]
Turning back the hour glass
That’s when memories started
Coming down, through the sound
I felt your arms around me
Sitting by the trees
In the middle of summer
That’s when you swore to me
You’d never ever turn around

Running through
The hallway
Screaming out your name
You slam the front
Door shut saying
It wasn’t worth it

Starting to
Think maybe
You never really cared
What about
Those summer days
Your fingers through my hair

[Bridge]

Memories
Coming down
Pictures falling to the ground
And you’re just
Standing there
Blending into the background

[Chorus – soft first half, loud second half till “That’s when…” then repeat chorus loud till “That’s when…” then soft]

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