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04-14-2006, 09:34 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Don't think twice
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Aint home yet
Aint home yet
A lonely man he sits counting The minutes until dawn You may say he is a sad sight And he would tell you you are wrong You may say he is a poor soul But he would rather be alone And he left when the sun rose But he aint home yet The nervous housewife she paces She knows her husbands home in an hour He will spit and he will curse And then pass out in the shower On the surface she may fool you But there’s no more beauty to this flower By the morning she will forgive And she aint home yet A guiltless man he wears a suit Made of jewels and fancy furs People hang their troubles In a wreath upon his curls I have heard he values pain More than his diamonds and his pearls On the surface he seems used to it But he aint home yet I’m so sick and tired of this mask That let’s me sneak into your past You may figure out my agenda But I move too fast For my sins your compensation There is a little I could ask Dead leaves for substitution And I aint home yet I got troubles I got choices And in the end I’m worse for wear Each night I make them proud Sitting in my truthless chair I know these options arent for taking But what’s left to make me care Laughing jackals all around me And I aint home yet The scornful master is singing verses From a song that don’t exist My brain stops and reverses Each time a word is missed Those snakes in disguises handed me curses Which I just couldn’t resist Only dead dirt behind me I aint home yet
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04-14-2006, 09:54 AM | #2 (permalink) |
a l'amou fou pou tout
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A lonely man he sits counting
The minutes until dawn You may say he is a sad sight And he would tell you you are wrong You may say he is a poor soul But he would rather be alone And he left when the sun rose But he aint home yet take out the he[edit: never mind on this one] Change the And to But you would say he is a poor soul but he would rather be alone...that means he is a poor soul, doesnt it? The nervous housewife she paces She knows her husbands home in an hour He will spit and he will curse And then pass out in the shower On the surface she may fool you But there’s no more beauty to this flower By the morning she will forgive And she aint home yet that last line doesnt fit in it, sorry hun A guiltless man he wears a suit Made of jewels and fancy furs People hang their troubles In a wreath upon his curls I have heard he values pain More than his diamonds and his pearls On the surface he seems used to it But he aint home yet Change A to This Take out he[edit: never mind on this one] And, to me, the last line doesnt fit I’m so sick and tired of this mask That let’s me sneak into your past You may figure out my agenda But I move too fast For my sins your compensation There is a little I could ask Dead leaves for substitution And I aint home yet Shouldnt it be You may start to figure out my agenda. because if they figure it out, then that means you're not moving as fast as you think, are you Take out a Ahh, this last line dont do it for me at all I got troubles I got choices And in the end I’m worse for wear Each night I make them proud Sitting in my truthless chair I know these options arent for taking But what’s left to make me care Laughing jackals all around me And I aint home yet ...you obviously know what im thinking about the last line by now i hope The scornful master is singing verses From a song that don’t exist My brain stops and reverses Each time a bit is missed Those snakes in disguises handed me curses Which I just couldn’t resist Only dead dirt behind me I aint home yet okay the last line works here, just like the 1st stanza |
04-14-2006, 09:55 AM | #3 (permalink) |
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i like this
sounds like a country song, a little like it could be one anyway, i like the idea and how the title is used a lot i believe in titles it's a beautiful work
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04-14-2006, 10:26 AM | #6 (permalink) |
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and the "and" shouldn't be replaced with "but"
"and" is more poetic.. it lets you imagine stuff.. like a continuation a "but" would be too harsh there it kinda stops your dreaming thing
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04-14-2006, 10:35 AM | #7 (permalink) | |
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2) the a should be there for the rythm and it's like they could figure it out but he moves too fast... the way i see it is like.. even though they figure it out... he doesn't care, he doesn't look back.. something like that.. the moving too fast is not like the reason...
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a l'amou fou pou tout
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Anyways, who said the last line had to rhyme? its just the meaning i got from that line doesnt fit in with the rest that hes saying in the stanza. There is a little I could ask , doesnt make sense with the a. Quote:
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04-15-2006, 02:26 AM | #9 (permalink) |
Don't think twice
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yeah i meant the move too fast bit as though by the time that they realise my agenda im gone, im outta there town. i cant remove the aint home yet, it fits cause its a seperate thing to the verses, if i remove it the song becomes a ballad. a craaaazy ballad.
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04-18-2006, 04:22 AM | #10 (permalink) | |
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I really, really like this lyric. APART FROM:
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