Cipher Hour
11-14-2004, 03:11 AM
Like my last song I submitted this piece isn't intended for my metal band. I decided I'd try my hand at writing a song that had an actual story to it (inspired mostly by Dream Theater's concept album). The phrasing is weird once again because that's how I like to write this kind of stuff. Any crits would be greatly appreciated (and if you leave a link to your work then I'll crit you back).
Blue Devils
By: Cipher Hour
[Spoken Narration]
Our story begins here, in the open land of the mid west where 23 year old Jonathon Marks sets off for his usual spot at the local pub. This is the same spot where Jonathon met Caroline…a minor of only 17 who frequently sneaks out to “have a good time”. Jonathon and Caroline have crossed paths before engaging each other harmlessly (although Caroline lied about her age)…but something is different this time. Neither Jonathon nor Caroline’s parents are prepared for what awaits them…
Sunset, glow of the city;
Driving down that same old road, again.
I always end up in this place,
This…taste of…bittersweet innocence,
Just another empty bar.
Midnight, when I saw her;
She found me wanting…to feel the touch-
Of a woman’s flesh, again.
I always end up in her arms,
This…taste of…bittersweet innocence,
Just another empty bed.
And in the hour between 12 and 1-
The clock stops ticking-
And the walls start closing in.
Wake up and take a drive,
Down that same old road…
Gotta drink the blue devils away.
Deadbeat, loser of the city;
Having the same arguments, again.
“She’s too young to have a child”,
This…taste of…bittersweet truthfulness,
Just another empty home.
Midnight, when I saw her;
I found her crying…to feel the touch-
Of her baby’s kicks, again.
I wanna hold her in my arms.
This…taste of…bittersweet truthfulness,
Just another empty hole.
And in the hour between 12 and 1-
The clock stops ticking-
And the walls start closing in.
Wake up and take a drive,
Down that same old road…
Gotta drink the blue devils away.
I never loved anybody-
But I tried and she wouldn’t stay.
“I’ve never done anything-
That I’m proud of,
But this baby is one thing-
And it took my blue devils away…”
Now all I do-
Is drink to keep them at bay.
And in the hour between 12 and 1-
The clock stops ticking-
And the walls start closing in.
Wake up and take a drive,
Down that same old road…
Gotta drink the blue devils away.
Yeah, gotta drink the blue devils away.
But the devils always seem to stay…
Sunrise, glow of the city;
Driving down that same old road, again.
I always end up in this place,
This…taste of…bittersweet innocence,
Just another empty day...oh,
Just another closed grave.
[b]End
I'm still kicking myself over the ending (can't think of a good ending line to save my life) but your thoughts are appreciated. Thanks for taking the time to read this. :thumb:
Reading this whole thing over...I find myself wondering why every song I do keeps getting more and more personal and darker? Heh, must be this rainy weather.
Blue Devils
By: Cipher Hour
[Spoken Narration]
Our story begins here, in the open land of the mid west where 23 year old Jonathon Marks sets off for his usual spot at the local pub. This is the same spot where Jonathon met Caroline…a minor of only 17 who frequently sneaks out to “have a good time”. Jonathon and Caroline have crossed paths before engaging each other harmlessly (although Caroline lied about her age)…but something is different this time. Neither Jonathon nor Caroline’s parents are prepared for what awaits them…
Sunset, glow of the city;
Driving down that same old road, again.
I always end up in this place,
This…taste of…bittersweet innocence,
Just another empty bar.
Midnight, when I saw her;
She found me wanting…to feel the touch-
Of a woman’s flesh, again.
I always end up in her arms,
This…taste of…bittersweet innocence,
Just another empty bed.
And in the hour between 12 and 1-
The clock stops ticking-
And the walls start closing in.
Wake up and take a drive,
Down that same old road…
Gotta drink the blue devils away.
Deadbeat, loser of the city;
Having the same arguments, again.
“She’s too young to have a child”,
This…taste of…bittersweet truthfulness,
Just another empty home.
Midnight, when I saw her;
I found her crying…to feel the touch-
Of her baby’s kicks, again.
I wanna hold her in my arms.
This…taste of…bittersweet truthfulness,
Just another empty hole.
And in the hour between 12 and 1-
The clock stops ticking-
And the walls start closing in.
Wake up and take a drive,
Down that same old road…
Gotta drink the blue devils away.
I never loved anybody-
But I tried and she wouldn’t stay.
“I’ve never done anything-
That I’m proud of,
But this baby is one thing-
And it took my blue devils away…”
Now all I do-
Is drink to keep them at bay.
And in the hour between 12 and 1-
The clock stops ticking-
And the walls start closing in.
Wake up and take a drive,
Down that same old road…
Gotta drink the blue devils away.
Yeah, gotta drink the blue devils away.
But the devils always seem to stay…
Sunrise, glow of the city;
Driving down that same old road, again.
I always end up in this place,
This…taste of…bittersweet innocence,
Just another empty day...oh,
Just another closed grave.
[b]End
I'm still kicking myself over the ending (can't think of a good ending line to save my life) but your thoughts are appreciated. Thanks for taking the time to read this. :thumb:
Reading this whole thing over...I find myself wondering why every song I do keeps getting more and more personal and darker? Heh, must be this rainy weather.