I stumbled across some pretty funny stuff while looking for my geneology. Yeah, laugh if you want. I was looking for decent family names for The Unborn. Alimine or Melvin just wont cut it, so we need to go a little further back. Anyway, I stumbled across some lyrics. Yes, back when I was 18 I wanted so badly to be a frontman for a band with beautiful dark lyrics ala Brett Anderson of Suede. Look at the lyrics of Dog Man Star (Top album of 1993, top 5 album of the 90s, Still Life is a top ten song of all time. Mock me if you will, it's the only song that has brought me nigh unto tears besides On My Own from Les Miserables in London in 1993. I was in love with Eponine. I wanted to stand up and scream, "To the devil with Marius, I LOVE YOU." It's best I didn't as I was only 13. ) Utter genius. So, these lyrics. The first batch was originally written by me as free verse and then my buddy Eric took them home and turned them into this. I was so jealous because I thought I was the writing prodigy and he was a hack. But this really inspired me. His mom hated it.
One DayI sit alone. The world ignores me
It gives me nothing to grasp for, to hold
it shows its hateful face for me to see
taking life from my yearning soul
but maybe, once, nothing will be wrong
and this torment won't last for long so maybe
one day, I will be the leader
one day, I will dominate
one day, I will show the world to be afraid of me
to cower and tremble and bow on
bended knee
One day, I swear I'll even up the score
one day, this lone wolf will be lone no more
So I sit waiting and wanting
and time keeps on passing by
a pain keeps churning, burning
so great, I can't keep inside
I must burst free from these pains
which hold me captive in searing chains
or let these people tread upon me
the dream that lives inside of me
will be made known
the dream is...REPEAT Chorus
There is no time to sit and wait
the time has come, I'm at the gate
I must strike now or fall from gracet
he world will now see my face
THE TIME HAS COME!!!!
This is why maturity is such a good thing. It's so funny now, but at the time it was so serious, artsy. Talk about your insecurities. The big thing was the lone wolf idea. Yeah, it's really just about getting a girl after conquering the world. Man, that was the goal at 18. And then, I found this, obviously written after bombing an Econ 110 test Freshman year at BYU. I think I was trying to channel my inner-Thom Yorke
Discourse on Alchemy
the nasty whelps
that I cut down
with a stroke of the pen
Masochistic, sadistic
what does it matter
my pretty little play thing?
Madness absorbs the thoughts
of the poor muse that
sit and absorb their wings
let them fly, let them fly
before the sky falls down
and cruches their little bodies
down, pinning them to the ground
Nightmarish cuisine grab
a hold of the precious manure
that I hold in your toes
Milling, spilling, filling
the room full of gas
that enters up your nose
Yet I cannot erase
to consume your fragrance
but you will not have my essence
So much for the theory that you have to be on drugs to write this kind of stuff. The precious manure? What's with that? My little brother just cut a couple of tracks and a couple of my friends are finishing a CD. They're all living the great American teenage dream. I, on the other hand, let the angst ship sail a long time ago. Sometime I wish I was still the captain of the Old Ship Depression sailing the seas of melancholy. But, most of the time I prefer being jolly. Yeah, jolly. I guess that's what you call it. I think my goal for the next month will be to produce some tortured poetry that recalls those bonny black days
Green Blade Rising was underrated as an album. Isn't everything by the Levellers? Talk about a great unknown band.
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