New vibes
Like every relationship there are ups and downs. Don't know if you know, but being in a band is like being in a relationship. Its the longest one i've had (how sad) and i'm still in love (oh dear).
Today was a good day. New vibes man, new vibes. We've been putting together these new songs for a while and it's nice to have set vocals for most things. I was getting afraid of singing. I didn't want to go near a microphone. I've been at a creative block for a while, but recently i've had some time to face my demons head on. This usually means i lock myself away at rehearsal by myself [sometimes] and scream until something clicks.
Lyrics are hard. Either you write about something important or you make up gobbledeegook. Charlie said that people generally notice the lyrics when they are bad. I think he's right to a certain point. We've never been a vocally led band. We do like our 'music'. Now i'm not clever enough to write something with impact, nor is my imagination fertile enough to create crazy stories but i try. And more often than not i end up in a place between both states. A lyrical limbo. tragic.
on that note...
DC to Daylight:
The party has gotten out of control. Little bits of limbs, hair, skin and souls litter the floor.
If the lights go out then danger is set to come creeping around.
CONTRACT/EXPAND/RELEASE - The worst is yet to come.
The words spilled out even though i never moved my mouth.
And i'm out of touch with everything you say you love, but wait... the BEST is yet to come.
Loose tongues wrap around me & landscapes flood my eyes.
If the bastards confront me i'll be waiting with my BIG sword!
Synonyms for Swearwords:
Brother don't repeat to father what you said to me. Keep driving faster like this accident was meant to be.
We fly out of buildings.
Goodbye to the windshield.
Death, i'm rapping on your door why won't you answer me? Rats and plagues, the human race, and all the in-between(s).
The sky's not a limit, it's just a direction.
So goodbye to the buildings. I fly through the windshield.
I scream and i shout - The breaking of a heart will make no sound - "Mutha-Phuker Get. Out. Of. My. HOUSE!"
Bleed. Softly bleed.
Breathe. Barely breathe.
3 Shades of Blue:
I wrote you a letter i wish you'd read. Filled with voices stuck in my head. Go make your escape and lie in bed where you'll be safe, with him instead. It seems i've come apart at every seam - unthreaded by the words you sing.
Today was a good day. New vibes man, new vibes. We've been putting together these new songs for a while and it's nice to have set vocals for most things. I was getting afraid of singing. I didn't want to go near a microphone. I've been at a creative block for a while, but recently i've had some time to face my demons head on. This usually means i lock myself away at rehearsal by myself [sometimes] and scream until something clicks.
Lyrics are hard. Either you write about something important or you make up gobbledeegook. Charlie said that people generally notice the lyrics when they are bad. I think he's right to a certain point. We've never been a vocally led band. We do like our 'music'. Now i'm not clever enough to write something with impact, nor is my imagination fertile enough to create crazy stories but i try. And more often than not i end up in a place between both states. A lyrical limbo. tragic.
on that note...
DC to Daylight:
The party has gotten out of control. Little bits of limbs, hair, skin and souls litter the floor.
If the lights go out then danger is set to come creeping around.
CONTRACT/EXPAND/RELEASE - The worst is yet to come.
The words spilled out even though i never moved my mouth.
And i'm out of touch with everything you say you love, but wait... the BEST is yet to come.
Loose tongues wrap around me & landscapes flood my eyes.
If the bastards confront me i'll be waiting with my BIG sword!
Synonyms for Swearwords:
Brother don't repeat to father what you said to me. Keep driving faster like this accident was meant to be.
We fly out of buildings.
Goodbye to the windshield.
Death, i'm rapping on your door why won't you answer me? Rats and plagues, the human race, and all the in-between(s).
The sky's not a limit, it's just a direction.
So goodbye to the buildings. I fly through the windshield.
I scream and i shout - The breaking of a heart will make no sound - "Mutha-Phuker Get. Out. Of. My. HOUSE!"
Bleed. Softly bleed.
Breathe. Barely breathe.
3 Shades of Blue:
I wrote you a letter i wish you'd read. Filled with voices stuck in my head. Go make your escape and lie in bed where you'll be safe, with him instead. It seems i've come apart at every seam - unthreaded by the words you sing.
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