Thursday, April 24, 2008

A Myriad of Things

So... I'll post a couple unfinished little things I've written the past couple months. This first one... I may have even written it near the end of last year. The main problem with it is the bouncy melody. So, I'm working on altering it slightly. ;] Just by drawing out certain notes and changing stuff like that it should sound better...


Maybe, as I'm sitting by the roadside
Picking flowers 'til the last train goes by
Maybe, as I wait here day and night
And it's getting cold out
It's getting cold outside
Maybe, {someday} you will call me
When you find the home you're longing
Or maybe I'm disillusioned not to plant
A cross by the wayside
{It's easier than saying you're ungrateful}

Bridge:
Darling runaway, go run away
Still you will find me, you will find me
In a different face, a different face
Love will lead you home


And I thought it wasn't your face that had turned away
That it wasn't your eyes that stared back in surprise

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Okay, this second one at times I really like and other times I'm like "Ick, I hate it!" {especially the first line} So, I guess I'll post it anyway. *can't remember when it was written, but not this year*


They say you can name a star after me
But why don't we just sit here and dream…

Under these stars that will never be ours
Would you dream with me?
Under these stars that will never be ours
We could write a symphony
With a note for my heartbeat
Your eyes create a melody in me
Under these stars…
Will they ever be ours?

But wishing and dreaming
Will never keep me believing
Silence can be so deceiving


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Okay, here's something even older. Probably like a year and a half old... {maybe more 8} For this one I do like the tune, but I had to alter the first verse to make it decent, and I'm not done altering the second. I also changed the word "relive" in the chorus to "portray," but I don't really like it. And I know the bridge looks really terrible... but it doesn't sound that bad.

Verse 1:
She gazes 'round as the curtain falls down
Empty stage--the dance is over
Displayed feelings are left in the hands of the grave
Blank stares dismiss her heart's meaning

Chorus:
If she had a chance to dance the dance--one last time
What would she change?
Would she release those emotions inside--one last time
If she had a chance to portray again--one last time
What would she change?
Would she believe in the ones left with time--one last time/ones left with time
What we could change with one last time (repeat line)

Bridge:
I left behind
I left behind
The dances I fell behind
I left behind
I left behind
The scars on my wrists and mind
I left behind
I left behind
My choreograph suicides
For the first time…
I'm not behind

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And this I just randomly wrote sometime this year, I think when I had mono, so like February. But as you can see it is very, very, short and most assuredly unfinished. It's supposed to sound like someone confused, sharp breaths. The person is fearing death when he/she was told is wasn't so terrible.

I thought.
I mean, I did believe them when they--
Said this would be simple.
A breath.
I mean, the lack thereof of would not be--
More than a silent temple
Without a worry or a care
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Also written when I had mono =P I was really, really tired and though, "Hmm... how would I feel if I knew when I went to sleep I would never wake up again?" I decided I would want my life to mean something... at least, I would want someone, or multiple people, to carry on whatever I started. Needless to say, I got no farther than one stanza before I fell asleep and took a nap. ^_^


If my eyes, the lids, I cannot sway--
Deeper, flows the nighttime peace
And darkness, myself, it comes to encase
The warmth it becons me, surrender
And now, farewells I'd gladly say
In all this still, will you hold my vision?
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Finally, here is a song I wrote a very long time ago. The first "good" song I ever wrote, really. Unless I decide to count that one from... but... I'm still not sure if I like that one at all... *cough* Anyway, about this song. I had to have written it sometime in 2005 because I used an altered version of it from and English project spring 2006. Yeah. Perhaps not the most beautiful wording, but it's meaningful and heartfelt.

Verse 1:
I feel too small
To be seen, by you
And every wall
Is invisible, to you
Where can I run
Or hide
When I cannot withdraw into myself
And try to pretend
I'm just dreaming
Again

Pre-Chorus:
For I am Nothing
Who's desiring more:
The only One Thing
That can satisfy

Chorus:
Where can I run?
Where can I hide?
That you won't see me…
And what can I do
That you won't desire
To use me
I'm beginning the life of you in control
Embracing destiny
Direct my life
Let passion unfold
And offer me
No escape
Let there be
No escaping

Verse 2:
I know I'm more
Than what meets the eye
Your plan for me
Goes beyond all time
Where can I not stand?
Or speak?
For you said You'll always lead
Me, and I
Will follow
Again

Pre-Chorus

Chorus

Friday, April 4, 2008

It's Often Said And Done

There isn't a father in the world for me
Cancer squared and divorce have taken them
One by one -- I'm the fatherless son
Yes, that's what I have become -- one of the million
Who walk this earth, and raise there own
By books and intuition -- I haven't had an education
On fatherhood

There isn't a hope in the world for me
To be the perfect father of which I dreamed
Chance after chance -- I have made mistakes
Yes, that's what I have done -- and asked for forgiveness
Try to improve, and take a chance
By trial and error -- I haven't given up
On fatherhood

Even The Strong Are Mistaken

You can be the stone tied to my neck
I'll let you
And you can be the final say
The last word is in your power
If I have to stay, I'll stay
Play that game; say
I have more to do here
Don't let me shake the ashes from my feet
Ashes of your letter--
Sign, seal, and deliver
Tie the stone around my neck

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

One Thing

There's one thing I've
Never told anyone
Sometimes I forget it, myself
It's the
Untouchable.
Unspeakable.
And whether I'm protecting myself
Or someone else
No one will ever know--
It's the one thing I will never tell