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The Early Years
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Ramsey Castillo's solo project, 12 songs from the deepest parts of his heart on every failure and lie.
This is some work I have done with some songs which I wrote the lyrics to a long time ago. I'm working on a full album, which will be posted here eventually. Until then, enjoy the early version of the three songs I've put up. Update: I made a myspace page from boredom. It currently has a new song, and two new versions of older songs. Check it out: . Also, don't forget to check the news link to the right from time to time for updates as they come.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
Peak #290
Peak in subgenre #47
Author
Ramsey Castillo
Rights
2005
Uploaded
January 21, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Originally intended for my "Mr. Entertainment" project, I have performed the song here to add it to my acoustic project. The meanings behind much of the lyrics are lost without the rest of the songs from the album this was originally intended for, but it's still one of my favorite songs I've ever written.
Lyrics
They used to tell me, “Son, this is all you’ll ever be A life governed by this mundane mediocrity In the early years, the falling tears spread across a dismal floor so plain Well everybody’s just the same. There’s nothing to notice between all the different faces When I tried to turn to you all I ever found was wasted On the dismal lies of childhood and woeful fairytales. Wasted on the ones you claimed you hated… But this isn’t me, I can’t suffer this insanity I’m still walking for the sunlight On the other end of broken dreams Sometimes I reach out and I’m trying to take your hand But all I ever find is empty living spaces The silence laughs at me from its coveted walls of hatred They always try to bring me down And there’s nothing to discern between all these walks and plazas Maybe bathroom writing serves as more than a reminder Of all the things that we hoped to one day give up If we could get past maturity… But this isn’t me I can’t suffer this insanity I’m still walking for the sunlight On the other side of broken dreams And now all this convalescence is finally killing me These empty faces stare with redundancy And no, I never will hope to find the answers From their laughing mouths… Your life’s a fairytale son, you’re life’s a tragic ending. Your life’s a wasted fortune. Your life’s a sick rejection… And I can’t hope to swallow all these hateful lies Will I see you…on the other side
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