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spoken word.... i know it's a lil long, and u can't hear the words that well. sry.
electronica soft rock anika anibonita2000 anika serrette forbidden whispers the asylum project
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R&B. Mellow stuff,Jazzy, spoken word, New age, Rock. Pretty much anything u can think of i try to do.almost anything.
I've been singing for many years now. I came out with a demo cd in may 2004, and one in the summer of 2005. This year I will be working on my 3rd for my band " Forbidden Whispers" with Bob Kingdon. I got selected to sing back up at Rosemont theater and Tweeter Center with Josh Groban in 2004. good times. A little while after I found Bob Kingdon from the United Kingdom... We formed a band (forbidden whispers) that is currently inactive due to me being in college and such...
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Spoken Word
Charts
Peak #4,909
Peak in subgenre #79
Author
Anika Serrette
Rights
Anika Serrette/2004
Uploaded
July 07, 2004
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MP3 1.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Honestly, I was trying to fill up my Creative Writing notebook. it was a bunch of random sentences. The first things that came to mind. I reread it and noticed that there was alot of fustration that needed to come out, and it did in this song. I noticed that "sick boy" in this song was not only someting that reminded me of my fav. band's song, but it was also my friend that passed away last year.
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Forcing me to take awhile to see my misfortune. What you've made of me, But you don’t You don't ever see My hurt My pain Again Again To suicide tis my behind Says she the savior is in me. You shall not listen to their lies. They mean no harm, They have no lives. They envy thee And they conspire You can't eat their foods expired. But you still feast, Yes, you desire The song of angels When they're on fire. They won't shut up, You soon tire. You sing "OLE ensigns” Then you fix the cyanide. They’ve given you warning Though Their skin may kill You eat the remains And cyanide spill. You sap it up Pull the bitter liquid Still Inside The broken bracelet Still Inside He shot him in the front. He didn't want to Fake the love that came above You need to read But you can't see They will not ever Let you be Until you're dead Get shot in the head. They will all love you then. Collage Worrying Tapping Drying Little black purse Laying on side Writing and stopping Invisible ring Crystallize in a Jupiter sting Math is ok School will be the death of me But keep on writing End the dream Dreams that fill this solid pen And never know To make the sill Keep on smiling, They like that. They eat And ginger snaps. Insane Sick of plastic flowers It’s all that he wants College nearing Growing down At navy pier We had fun Remember sick boy? He deceased Got too short to be seen No tears shed No one cares Back to history My dear To learn and learn But never know People walking To the show Looking happy In a car Going 50 mph In an ally Off to Cali Napping loudly at the wheel She is looking Out the window Feeling presence down below Standing Swaying Walking down hills Freeing souls In element spills He looked up And spent awhile To find the angel deep inside. To know To say To show To pray
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