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riseagainstrocks · 02-03-2006, 06:02 PM

Due to the new found slew of good reviews I've been seeing in the Song Writing forum, I have decided to post some old songs in hopes of getting decent critiques.

As an “Artist”, I’m officially out of ideas

Your hesitation will only make things worse, so for God’s sake stop trying. If we could have escaped it would have happened along time ago

I stare up at the ever-encroaching night and pray that someone still remembers my name.
Moonglow is not an acceptable radiance. I demand pure light. So please stop giving me pathetic substitutes.

Exactly what does let’s start over mean? You want to forget this? All of it?
Go right ahead. I already did.

Refer to me from now on only in past tense
I don’t live here anymore
I’m alive but not in the willing sense
How do you survive being so unsure?

Forced is it? Harder to look me in the eye? This is normal.

I’ve been here before

Don’t take any of this literally, it won’t leave the page, but than again, stranger things have happened.

Handshake Heartbreak

So I guess my assassin is your savior
Spirit yourself away, I need no self-prescribed harlot.

This razorwire whirlwind will save me
Your hired hand is one with the dust

Inferno you cry and I only stare
To see is to feel only sorrow
Say I’ll help you

My fist will find that swollen grave you call a throat
My eyes will pierce that poorly woven cloak

And I shall end you in a hail of words and arrows
And you will cry out.

Mine Eyes Have Seen The Night And It’s Blinding Me

The weight of our decisions
Is now like a tomb
So oppressive and yet
Liberating

I’ll suffocate if only to see
What I have missed and hoped for in my own dark way
1 million crying souls clawing up at me

my heart, it swells with emotion
and finally know the meaning of
truelove
in all its forms and mysteries

sundials and turnstiles
keeping pace

my eyes have seen the night
they’ve seen the roses calling me
empty markers point to the future
and they’ll hold the only pen

my eyes have seen the night
and its blinding me

All I Remember Is How The Flames Danced In Your Eyes

All I remember is how the flames danced in your eyes. You always claimed you were handy with a lighter. What is amazing is that the rotted wood actually caught.

Now I’m on the wrong side of the continental divide.
I’d hide my disgust but to bide time might be careless at this point.

I desire only to see you consumed by the very fire you caused. The very flame you grew and knew would consume you.

This is not revenge. All I did was hand you the match. And maybe some gasoline. And maybe some soaked rags.

02-03-2006, 06:02 PM	#1 (permalink)
riseagainstrocks Music Addict Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: DC Posts: 3,297	teh r3winD. ya dig? Due to the new found slew of good reviews I've been seeing in the Song Writing forum, I have decided to post some old songs in hopes of getting decent critiques. As an “Artist”, I’m officially out of ideas Your hesitation will only make things worse, so for God’s sake stop trying. If we could have escaped it would have happened along time ago I stare up at the ever-encroaching night and pray that someone still remembers my name. Moonglow is not an acceptable radiance. I demand pure light. So please stop giving me pathetic substitutes. Exactly what does let’s start over mean? You want to forget this? All of it? Go right ahead. I already did. Refer to me from now on only in past tense I don’t live here anymore I’m alive but not in the willing sense How do you survive being so unsure? Forced is it? Harder to look me in the eye? This is normal. I’ve been here before Don’t take any of this literally, it won’t leave the page, but than again, stranger things have happened. Handshake Heartbreak So I guess my assassin is your savior Spirit yourself away, I need no self-prescribed harlot. This razorwire whirlwind will save me Your hired hand is one with the dust Inferno you cry and I only stare To see is to feel only sorrow Say I’ll help you My fist will find that swollen grave you call a throat My eyes will pierce that poorly woven cloak And I shall end you in a hail of words and arrows And you will cry out. Mine Eyes Have Seen The Night And It’s Blinding Me The weight of our decisions Is now like a tomb So oppressive and yet Liberating I’ll suffocate if only to see What I have missed and hoped for in my own dark way 1 million crying souls clawing up at me my heart, it swells with emotion and finally know the meaning of truelove in all its forms and mysteries sundials and turnstiles keeping pace my eyes have seen the night they’ve seen the roses calling me empty markers point to the future and they’ll hold the only pen my eyes have seen the night and its blinding me All I Remember Is How The Flames Danced In Your Eyes All I remember is how the flames danced in your eyes. You always claimed you were handy with a lighter. What is amazing is that the rotted wood actually caught. Now I’m on the wrong side of the continental divide. I’d hide my disgust but to bide time might be careless at this point. I desire only to see you consumed by the very fire you caused. The very flame you grew and knew would consume you. This is not revenge. All I did was hand you the match. And maybe some gasoline. And maybe some soaked rags. __________________ One note timeless, came out of nowhere...