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| Some Of The Songs That I've Written
Here's some of the material I've been working on since last May. I've been
writing for years, but these have been my favorites from my catalog of
lyrics and writings. | | 1 | Cambalache
And then he went away,
Riding his hard, rock-like male.
Sporting his hard face.
Never looking back,
As if he had left the perdition behind.
Never looking back,
He left to that place..
There you'll find all my wanting.
The place I always wanted,
Where the dreams had me slender.
My town, rising on top of the land.
Full of trees, full of leaves,
All too alike, like a little piggy bank
And then my sentence, it began.
In this place you'll find
All our sweet, yet cold memories.
You'll feel like you want to stay there,
Reside there for eternities, eternities to nowhere.
The sunrise, the mom, the midday
and the lonely timber nights..
They're always the same,
but with difference in the air.
In that sudden place,
Where the air changes the color of all things,
Where life ventilates,
As if it were a murmur, a whisper.
As if it were that little whisper..
Saying those lovely, fearful words.
The words of life.
The whisper took my life away,
Then I could never trace..
All my tracks, all my fears
Forevermore.. | | 2 | Television
There's somewhere,
Not here, but everywhere
Where people live in daft houses.
Surrounded by breeze,
Low degrees, zero TV's
A place where a shout fades to wind.
No one can hear.
No, not here.
No one here can stop whining,
Staring at the shining lights.
Lights that dazzle, dazzle their brain,
Dance in their migraine.
No one ever found the remote...
Now society's a joke.
Static blinds the cornea
Of a nation once beloved.
Painted in white to oblivion,
Painted white, their utopia...
(2x)
This nation...
Was left inside its own hands.
No one , anything,
Someone, nothing,
Everyone, just a thing.
It brightens our eyes,
It brightens our eyes,
It brightens our...
(Minds...)
No one here can stop whining,
Staring at the glistening...
(Eyes...)
Static blinds the cornea
Of a nation once beloved.
Painted in white to oblivion,
Painted white, their utopia...
(2x)
This nation...
Was left inside its own hands.
No one , anything,
Someone, nothing,
Everyone, just a thing.
It brightens our eyes,
It brightens our eyes,
It brightens our... | | 3 | Somalia
I drove by an empty house.
A soul had breached the square,
A snarling snare.
I want to believe that life
Still spawns there,
But I just fail, at the sight of me.
Is it really somewhere I'm looking for?
Or is it...
Is it me?
I strive about, reach for myself
But I'm just a silhouette,
Thinner, passing days and days.
I lost all my exterior,
Became a part of my misshapen past.
I lost all my exterior,
Losing fights within myself.
I am an empty house,
The one that doubt built.
I am the empty mold,
The one that doubt forged.
I drone an empty house.
A soul had reached that block,
A darling stare.
I want to believe my life
Still spawns there.
I try to flee at the sight of glee.
I'm still in fear,
In fear of freeing myself.
"Am I near?
Please, cue me when I'm near...
Does your god hold a blacklist?
Does he clench his fist?
Does he die a little at the sight of me?
If so, then I'm glad I never knew a god at all." | | 4 | APL
[Interlude]
What a sad little picture.
Yellow, yellow, soft skin.
She used to dance around,
Now she watches
The world fall apart
Around her...
She needs some space
To fall apart
Into...
Little pieces. | |
MiniatureHorse
12.26.12 | Yeah. The songs got all smashed together. Blah | bach
12.26.12 | I just copyright Dinosaur Jr. lyrics. | CK
12.26.12 | Good shit, but I cannot take you seriously with that creepy as shit profile picture | MiniatureHorse
12.26.12 | Hahaha. Damn, but seriously, most people do that nowadays. It's annoying as fuck. If I hear another song on the radio about 'dying young' or 'yolo', I swear I'll punch the damn radio. | MiniatureHorse
12.26.12 | Thanks, ckreticeland! Haha, my baby makes all the sputnikers jizz. | MiniatureHorse
12.30.12 | Need more opinions on these lyrics. | MiniatureHorse
12.30.12 | Thanks, man:) Have gotten great feedback on them. Let's see what everyone else thinks. | MiniatureHorse
12.30.12 | But what do you like about them? haha | MichaelSnoxall
12.30.12 | Not bad. I hate reading in blocks like this so I'm not good at critique right now. Check out some poetry/lyrics I've written! (I have a few hundred, this is one of my favourites atm)
The Melancholy Months, I
smiling,
a homeless man
stepping
on crunchy leaves
in Autumn.
deep skies
gone grey,
a lid
over the pool
that left
said leaves
soft
in Summer.
He's
no
longer
blue.
The Melancholy Months, II
the death of death past Winter
when the landscape's painted life,
the tiny tine of a frosted flake
last fallen in whiteness fray.
the puddles swirling sombre,
dried in the blooming breeze.
won't walking seem much longer
strolling under looming trees?
and pain, it seems dissolved,
no lightning under fire.
chaos gone and rained away
and new lights from brilliance space.
on rocks in water
foam frothing at the seams
and mouth dropping to the knees
spring rolling on the seas.
it's
no
longer
blue. | MiniatureHorse
12.30.12 | Those are pretty great, man. Awesome | MichaelSnoxall
12.30.12 | "no offence Snoxall but that absolutely sucks."
lol no offense taken. You're the first to say that, though. | MichaelSnoxall
12.30.12 | Here's another of my favourites that I've written, skele.
Where At Night Would I Wander?
I saw the world fall into place,
I had savoured her waters
and sampled her viands
and I had stretched my mark
upon her tracts of land
to know that I knew her well
and that she knew me as well.
She knew my passion for her
and for the gentle beasts that roamed
in her furthest corners and her widest plains.
Like old friends, we had to part ways,
to know of what else there was and could be,
to be seen and to be breathed.
And I found another world
to be loved by me and I loved by thee.
I found her in my dreams
and knew she would arrive to carry me,
so that I could share my love with her
and be enraptured by her body and deep mystery.
And what I had thought I'd seen fall into place,
like a puzzle, my passion had been missing a piece
and I now know not what I see,
but what I feel, for the eyes deceive.
That fantasy I bore was the very same land of yore,
but in a dream.
Like the old friends we were,
we came back and relearnt our ways to be.
Silly me. | Wolfhorde
12.30.12 | Idk, but lyrics alone is not really something to judge without music. That's just boring.
Snoxall, killing rhyme schemes since the 90's. | MichaelSnoxall
12.30.12 | Seeing them as regular poetry works. | MichaelSnoxall
12.30.12 | "Snoxall, killing rhyme schemes since the 90's."
I'm redesigning the way people view rhymes. | MichaelSnoxall
12.30.12 | It's so depressing
confessing
legion demons possess me.
Read, rape, arrest me,
I won't berate thee.
Besmirching dirges
with my lost salt blood purges.
Just wanna crash, bang and burn
the burdens up in smoke like allergens.
People say I need to think
outside the box,
but I can't find the fucking door,
just a cold stone floor.
It's nowhere I've never been before. |
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