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Exellent Poet?
Just someone who likes to write their thoughts?
Well here is the thread for anyone and everyone to write their words. May it be about love, life or death - a song, poem or just a few words.
Here is the thread for your thoughts.
I look forward to reading them,
MWA
I liked the first one you did best, its all kind of true about all these rules you have to follow these days to get what you want in any situation. I think you were talking about trying to get somewhere in the music industry? Thats got to be the worse place of all for rules, like record companys etc Fred Durst comes to mind on this one.
Really need to add more to this place personally, keep them coming Sibs you got a nice style.
That's kind of what is said in Far's - Love, American Style. Check it out.
Now let me go read properly :-)
If happiness,
Defines success,
I must be a failure,
I know I am,
Not in pain,
But I just cannot take this,
This hellish world,
Is so unfair,
The millions, all in despair
Survival of the fittest, and the best,
But what about, all of the rest?
You tell me to get on with my life,
That we should be trying to ascend the ladder,
But I just cannot block out the strife,
Faced by so many on this planet.
HOW CAN I live my life,
KNOWING THAT it's all in vain?
HOW CAN I act out this role,
WITHOUT GOING so insane,
YOU JUST THINK,
That I could give,
Up on my humanity,
YOU JUST THINK,
That I could live,
someone elses twisted dream,
BUT YOU'RE WRONG,
This is no dream,
This is a sick reality,
AND I WON'T
Lay down and die,
I'll fight this GODDAMN INDUSTRY
And now it's time to put your nightmare,
To the final test,
It might turn out to be in vain,
But at least I'll know I've DONE MY BEST!
=============== I Want A No. 1 =================
It's not about the money,
I do it cos it's fun,
It's all about the passion,
But I want a number one,
No one even knows our name,
The radio, it sounds all the same,
If only they'd play us, they'd all see,
We'd all be famous, and get money!
But to get the airtime,
You are charged a fee,
Whatever the suits say,
Sounds like a bribe to me,
And I would enter the competition,
But then I'd never see,
If I made it cos of talent,
Or "He's that guy, off TV!"
There's enough lack of talent,
My words are from the heart,
Is it now just entertainment?
I thought music was still art.
It all looks so fake to me,
This industry is so far from fun,
I need to follow a set of rules,
If I want a number one.
It seems to get chart succes,
I need to wave integrity goodbye,
I'd need to do what I don't believe,
And make my songs lie.
I don't think I'd get there,
Even if I threatened 'em with a gun,
But I no longer seem to care,
I don't want your hollow number one.
Watch this
> space...
Don't say things like that, I'm the kinda idiot that sits here watching it.