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Budding Songwriter?
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
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
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Denial
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Why deny?
Convince myself everything's okay,
When deep inside,
I know my problems won't go away,
We all deny,
Facts and feelings we can't face,
we all lie,
To ourselves and to the world.
Why deny?
Bury dangerous feelings,
Hidden behind,
The wall I built, To protect from your scrutiny,
We all deny,
Facts and feelings we won't face,
We all lie,
To ourselves and to the world.
Why deny?
Can't we face reality,
Maybe our brains,
Do it subconsciously,
Why deny?
That we lie to everyone,
Is it possible,
For us to say what we think,
Instead of what we think is acceptable?
Is it possible,
For us to refrain from bearing down on,
Anyone who shares their true thoughts?
It must be possible,
To save the world from denial.
====== <----[That bit's supposed to be an underline...]
Why deny?
Convince myself everything's okay,
When deep inside,
I know my problems won't go away,
We all deny,
Facts and feelings we can't face,
we all lie,
To ourselves and to the world.
Why deny?
Bury dangerous feelings,
Hidden behind,
The wall I built, To protect from your scrutiny,
We all deny,
Facts and feelings we won't face,
We all lie,
To ourselves and to the world.
Why deny?
Can't we face reality,
Maybe our brains,
Do it subconsciously,
Why deny?
That we lie to everyone,
Is it possible,
For us to say what we think,
Instead of what we think is acceptable?
Is it possible,
For us to refrain from bearing down on,
Anyone who shares their true thoughts?
It must be possible,
To save the world from denial.
Monkey_With_Attitude wrote:
> But our drummer don't like it as he's a Punk.
Nothing wrong with being a punk! :D :D
> But our drummer don't like it as he's a Punk.
Nothing wrong with being a punk! :D :D
I do mine on the PC and in a small book I never used as a leaving book :-)
As I told you, I refered back to my guitarist about those names and Focus was a possiblity. All the possibilitys are going down on a list and then sometime we'll review them all.
Favourite at the moment is...*drumroll*...
Watershed
But our drummer don't like it as he's a Punk.
As I told you, I refered back to my guitarist about those names and Focus was a possiblity. All the possibilitys are going down on a list and then sometime we'll review them all.
Favourite at the moment is...*drumroll*...
Watershed
But our drummer don't like it as he's a Punk.
MWA you said to tell you if I thought if any decent names! You're not on MSN so I thought I'd put it here, cos I don't know how often I' or you will be on MSN next week cos of exams.
How about... (wait for it... :D)
Focus
Well, I reckon it's better than 'Reconnect' that I said earlier anyways, :D
How about... (wait for it... :D)
Focus
Well, I reckon it's better than 'Reconnect' that I said earlier anyways, :D
meh, chorus...? I didn't know it had one :D
Ah, and I write em on paper, usually when I can't sleep :D in a little book school gave me as a rough book, but I made it my own song book, with some doodles and other crap in it...
Ah, and I write em on paper, usually when I can't sleep :D in a little book school gave me as a rough book, but I made it my own song book, with some doodles and other crap in it...
Sibs, I liked the chorus in that one, it was prety good :-)
Do you write them on your PC or on paper or...
Do you write them on your PC or on paper or...
Time is Money
I wonder why,
We even try,
To stop ourselves from,
Self destruction,
Do we even belong,
To the same, ecosystem,
As all the living things around us,
Should we go live on a more civilised planet?
On a grey grey world,
With grey grey walls,
AND NEON FLASHING LIGHTS,
TO TELL US WHAT TO BUY,
And the people, the breath DEATH,
and the people, they eat WEALTH,
And they quench their thirst with GREED.
Time is money and it's running out,
We don't have the time to think about,
What we're doing to the planet!
How we're damaging this planet!
What we're doing to OUR planet!
As from now,
OUR TIME IS RUNNING OUT!
Because, did you know,
OUR TIME WILL SOON BE UP!
Industrial effeciency,
Profit maximisation,
Marketing strategy,
An acceptable level of waste substances,
An acceptable level of DEATH
Your catchphrases won't mean a thing in the world,
When our world is DEAD!
Dunno if that's as good as the last one, I like parts of it, not sure it's that good as a whole. Still...
I wonder why,
We even try,
To stop ourselves from,
Self destruction,
Do we even belong,
To the same, ecosystem,
As all the living things around us,
Should we go live on a more civilised planet?
On a grey grey world,
With grey grey walls,
AND NEON FLASHING LIGHTS,
TO TELL US WHAT TO BUY,
And the people, the breath DEATH,
and the people, they eat WEALTH,
And they quench their thirst with GREED.
Time is money and it's running out,
We don't have the time to think about,
What we're doing to the planet!
How we're damaging this planet!
What we're doing to OUR planet!
As from now,
OUR TIME IS RUNNING OUT!
Because, did you know,
OUR TIME WILL SOON BE UP!
Industrial effeciency,
Profit maximisation,
Marketing strategy,
An acceptable level of waste substances,
An acceptable level of DEATH
Your catchphrases won't mean a thing in the world,
When our world is DEAD!
Dunno if that's as good as the last one, I like parts of it, not sure it's that good as a whole. Still...
Not really what to say to that. The words kind of half made sense to me, the last verse kinda made me think of the feeling of being left out and feeling a bit paranoid...
Very interesting though, and good stuff.
Very interesting though, and good stuff.
It was worst back then
The times when focus was a chore
The blurred lines of the skys
Carving rocks without a sense of sight
I'd like to see what could be made of the words
I'd like to see them slowly fade away
It hurt not to know what was said
Being watched like an item
Through the souls not even known
Be past soon so continue
The rumors spread throughout the trees
The news it got old
Sitting quitely
I'll wait for the next time
The times when focus was a chore
The blurred lines of the skys
Carving rocks without a sense of sight
I'd like to see what could be made of the words
I'd like to see them slowly fade away
It hurt not to know what was said
Being watched like an item
Through the souls not even known
Be past soon so continue
The rumors spread throughout the trees
The news it got old
Sitting quitely
I'll wait for the next time
Sibs wrote:
and the last three lines just made me think about things that seem like really big things when you're doing them, but when you reflect and think about them, they seem so insignificant...
I like how some things can mean something diffrent to someone yet something entirelly diffrent to the the other.
Sometimes sharing the meaning can spoil it...
and the last three lines just made me think about things that seem like really big things when you're doing them, but when you reflect and think about them, they seem so insignificant...
I like how some things can mean something diffrent to someone yet something entirelly diffrent to the the other.
Sometimes sharing the meaning can spoil it...
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