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I Tried to Scream
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Heavy beat and strange lyrics--whee!
orin drake nightshade fen
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All the good things that being a bitch can bring.
After eight years in a tiny town in Idaho, ten more years in a small religious town in northern Arizona, one severe mental breakdown (and one small one), and a whole bunch of weird yet somehow fun stuff in-between, Orin needed to bust out. But pay no attention to her, she's just the one behind the real start--Nightshade, a Fender Stratocaster with a winning bitch attitude that almost rivals Orin's. Alright, so people who write about themselves in the third person are kinda creepy. But what more do you want from me? A website? Okay. Stop by http://www.sephain.com for a fun time... or something. There's always more info and music at http://www.geocities.com/wickedorinmusic/orinmusic.html as well.
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Peak #1,241
Peak in subgenre #191
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Orin Drake
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Orin Drake
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April 02, 2005
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MP3 3.3 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
I'm happy with this! I have no idea why, though... but it feels like a completed portion of "something" that needed... completing... Alright, nevermind. The first and last portions ("I tried to scream...") were just thoughts I came up with while trying not to go completely insane on a treadmill--great for rhythm, though. The large middle portion, though, I'd written sometime in 2000. Yeah, it's that old. And I hadn't rediscovered it until well after I'd built the beat and recorded the first portion... it just fit, so. Here it is.
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I tried to scream I tried to scream so many times So many broken dreams I tried to scream I tried to scream so many times So many broken things I tried to scream I tried to scream so many times So many broken dreams I tried to scream I tried to scream so many times So many broken things Foolish girl Foolish pride What's take within Was once on the outside Desperate sense Desperate pain Lest you stop now You can never refrain Tainted dreams Tainted soul You cry 'til you're halved Yet you cry to be whole Torn decisions Torn flesh You so love your art Made of veins and mesh Conquered city Conquered sleep You claw to escape But you know you're too deep Good intentions Good will You say you're so frightened But you can't quite the thrill Wicked warnings Wicked little elf You claim you have the gift But you can't see for yourself Ever after After hence You say you sense the maker But you can't make the sense Burning fire Burning eyes Tears of redemption Make for pleasant sighs Beaten purple Beaten blue Senseless exorcism Can't kill the monster in you Screams of passion Screams of hate The little optimist Believes in nothing but fate Guarded passage Guarded way Just tell me you're holy Then try to kneel down and pray Dust of treasure Dust of bone My little freedom-fighter Who said your will was your own? Naked truth Naked lies Just shut the hell up And start asking your why's Closed mind Closed doors A little hard to scream When your voice isn't yours I tried to scream I tried to scream so many times So many broken dreams I tried to scream I tried to scream so many times So many broken things I tried to scream I tried to scream so many times So many broken dreams I tried to scream I tried to scream so many times So many broken things I tried to scream I tried to scream
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