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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.
1Cambalache

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..
2Television

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...
3Somalia

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."
4APL

[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.
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