They remain words and..
.. only words will remain when the feces hits the fan.
Today in sub-genre: #62
Peak: #202 (325,494 songs currently in Electronic)
Peak in sub-genre: #18 (35,598 songs currently in Experimental Sounds)
August 11, 2011
MP3 3.0 MB, bitrate 128 kbps.
Lunarsight / AMUC © 2010
Story behind the song
It was a quote from an older song I wrote [Terrestrial Epitaph In Shortwave], and I felt the need to develop it further here.
It amazes me how much free advice there is out there etched in stone, in places people generally don't bother looking.
(Insert "those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it" comment here.)
One Freesound sample used:
Gone in an instant, words without meaning
Collectively rotting and turned into dust
It seems that the world went south while we're sleeping.
Depleted repeating, time marched on without us
Forgot about to trust and started to rust.
Started to rust away.
Gone in an instant, words end up somewhere
Etched onto fine stones that line up at night
The message is unnoticed - the meaning unknown.
[We won't pay attention - just stay out of sight..]
Gone in an instant, words cause a blank stare
Wasted on gravestones - that hide from the light...