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Some More Songs

Some More Songs

Some more songs I wrote.

 
Author's Commentary
These are some more songs I wrote, and an edited one from my last submission. Enjoy and understand.

Titles:
1st- American (Just in Case I'm Satan)
2nd- No Blood Bled
3rd- Reminiscing (edited)
All songs meant to be ambient, alternative, sad, you get the idea.
Sounds of the heaven
Echoing across the pavement
I’ve ascended
I become Lord in instance

Death is jokes
Told with no reasons
I’m invincible
I become God in instance

Risking everyone’s world
At least halfway deep
I control all
I become Everything in instance

The volcano erupts now
Burning solid ground
I can care less
I become Nothing in instance

Lord keeps on running
God keeps on running
Everything is Less
And in instance I’m Nothing

I keep up the pace
Just in case I’m Satan
Spirit bestows my Grace
Just in case I’m Satan

I pray for salvation
Just in case I’m Satan
Pray for our free nation
Just in case I’m Satan

Love my everyday
Just in case I’m Satan
No bad things to say
Because I’m know we’re Satan
Because I’m an American



We’re all floating along
Part of one sad swan song
Can’t you feel it in the space?
Can’t I ever win this race?

The moons fly by fast
And my sight will never last
The months, June, October
Too soon they are over

My life,
Now it’s gone
Our lives,
We don’t belong
My life,
It’s been so long
And our lives,
Faded and gone

I used sing and play guitar
They all said I’d go real far
But now my mind is full of dust
So long since I’ve felt the lust

I can’t remember how it was
Seasons, years, forgotten, because
Just sit on porches until I pass
But I won’t see or hear my last

My life,
Now it’s gone
Our lives,
We don’t belong
My life,
It’s been so long
And our lives,
Faded and gone

It’s the same for Mary and Sue
It’s not too long until they’re due
Buried already, beneath the now
And I can’t really understand how

The whole of us, the old, the dead
Death to us, but no blood bled
No heroes, no villains, no climax at all
Now too weak to walk or crawl

My life,
Now it’s gone
Our lives,
We don’t belong
My life,
It’s been so long
And our lives,
Faded and gone…



I guess it would be cold
On the day I died
And now she stands
Looking away
Never noticing
But sometimes the eyes connect
Recognition exchanged
She stood there,
The most beautiful
They always got to her
And I never did

But I always did love you
So you didn’t love me
And it’s sad how soon
You forget to smile at me

I’m just a blip, the outcast
Sitting in the middle
But on the outside of her world
We used to know
We used to share
I cared
Now it’s gone
I’m left to cry, and I take
Three steps toward the ledge
I hope nobody sees when I jump
It’ll be almost as bad as my everydays

But I always did love you
So you didn’t love me
And it’s funny how this won’t
Change the world, you, or me

Now it is cold
Since I’m lying outside
My mouth
Turns red
And it looks like I’ve bled
All over the ground
So I’m very sure that
She would never forget
But she’d never smile again
If she saw myself now
If she knew what I really always felt

Because I always did love you
So you never loved me
And it’s sad how soon
Your smiles I won’t get to see
 
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  • Jan 27, 2009
    Some nice work here - very hard to review and vote on this as there are three seperate pieces - gave a thumbs up for 'overall' content.....also very hard to review as songs tend to be less 'formal' and are allowed some major flaws - the music tends to make the 'listener' forgive grammar errors.


    I'd really like to hear the 'music' that goes with these - would give a lot more context to the whole....
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