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01-25-2006, 07:45 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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He Climbed, Then he descened into the darkness
O how The Lovesick burn
in an eternal flame Let us discend into the nothingness You my love are the omega And I, I am The Sun. Let my fire cast hatred onto these solemn streets. And our hands lock like these cells in which we keep our hearts. The chords wrapped around our throat spin with the thread of needles. The Ultimatum from which were up against is like an ocean in whihc we all drown. And here you are once again sweet, sweet apathy...
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01-26-2006, 08:23 PM | #3 (permalink) | |
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not all songs need to have meaning. this one may, simply because of the nature of it, but a lot of songs are just rambling.
i think this song is pretty good. it seems like it has some deeper meaning that is hidden by the sheer poetry of the song. good work.
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01-26-2006, 08:27 PM | #4 (permalink) | |
a l'amou fou pou tout
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im wondering what the "deeper meaning" is |
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01-26-2006, 08:28 PM | #5 (permalink) | |
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maybe thats what he is aiming for. he doesnt want people to know the deeper meaning...he just wants them to think its there.
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01-26-2006, 08:30 PM | #6 (permalink) |
a l'amou fou pou tout
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thats beautiful...really. but i would like to know what he has to say.
edit: he just wants them to think its there isnt it he just wants them to think about it, not think its there. cause if you say that, that means he never had a deeper meaning that he didnt want ppl to know |
01-26-2006, 08:32 PM | #7 (permalink) |
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the imagery is good, and I'm sure if I spent a little more time with ti I'd be able to tell what exactly you're conveying with this song, but it is a little garbled. The metaphors and symbols you use are all disconected from eachother, first it's omega and the sun, then chords and thread etc etc. That kind of writing can work well, but I think the problem is that because it's a shorter song, the metaphors themselves don't get a chance to fully develop.
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01-26-2006, 08:35 PM | #8 (permalink) | |
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good point. but i think that it flows well, and its "abstractness" in the sense of the metaphors, make it good.
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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