One of my few songs I have much pride in...
I am a simple musician finding ways to be heard...so here is the first, maybe first of concern. If anything I hate the bland monotony of some of the popular bands' lyrics and even music...so I tend to attempt to redefine what is to be heard.
Story behind the song
Actaully what really sparked my imagination as to what made this song a reality is Inucbus' "Admiration" both guitar and some vocals. I went crazy on the idea after I couldn't get the song out of my head...and my mind composed something rather unique. So...the lyrics. These are just a little story that seems to go from morning to noon to night...expressing the progression of this man's life (the "you" in the song) lived only for the reason of himself. In a way I wished to convey the ideal that such a life has no purpose in it's intent to gain the overrated glory, fame, and money this world tends to provoke in the being the only thing that would matter in life. As far as that idea comes...I give credit to Ling. In the end the sad story goes it simply that the fools has finally understood it...but alas, his life has passed him by, and all he knows are his enemies he's so willingly made to uphold his glamor.
Lyrics
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You can’t find your sleep.
These eyes now open…
Dry and bare in a silent hall.
Shadows move, but you don’t;
Sitting still, light now falls…
Chasing them away,
You’re not scared at all…
Morning…
Dry red eyes…autumn leaves as they fall…
Blood red, deep red;
The nightmare seems to take all.
I don’t know why, my friend…
You fret over these things you call…
”my only hope, my only life…”
It’s what kills you in the end!
Scars mean no more!
Than the dust that brought them,
Let them in.
Pain means no more!
Than the thin fine hairs…
On my skin…
Hurt me all you want;
I don’t care now,
I don’t care…
Cuz it’s not about me…
Life’s too short,
for selfish gain.
Noon attacks you,
Do you relent?
Eyes that find you…
You can’t run.
Sunlight breaking your will,
Windows open up;
These eyes go blind,
Why can’t you see,
That what you do…
It hurts.
Oh, I don’t know…
Why is this a sad story…
Could it have been better?
The things we all know.
A life for oneself,
Never brings true joy…
The nights that he spent…
They have no meaning no…
So live then…live.
